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Olivia woke up feeling groggy. Her head was pounding as she looked around trying to figure out where she was. As she became more aware of her surroundings and realized she was in a unfamiliar setting , she began to panic. Before she had time to fully process the situation, however, she looked up and saw Isabella and she began to remember everything.
Isabella came into the room quickly, pulling a gun on her and covering her mouth with a cloth soaked in something. Chloroform, she figured.
The next thing she knew, a voice was saying, "Wake up sleepy head." Looking up, she saw that Isabella was once again standing over her. She tried to move but now realized something that she hadn't before, her hands were cuffed behind her back.
"You bitch!" Olivia spat.
"Oh now that's not very nice. We need to be nice to each other. We might be here a while before my husband rides in on his white horse to save his damsel in distress," Isabella said sarcastically.
Looking around, Olivia said, "Where's the other guy?"
"What other guy?" Isabella asked.
"The other guy that was in the hotel room with you! Where is he? Who was he?" Olivia demanded.
"Olivia, you need to relax. It's just you and me, the way it's been from the moment I stepped in that hotel room," Isabella explained.
Olivia realized she must have been so overwhelmed by the situation, she hallucinated, seeing someone else in the hotel room, or maybe it was right before she lost consciousness from the chloroform. Either way, all she knew right now was it was her and Elliot's psycho wife, together in a room, alone.
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Cragen, Munch, Fin and Elliot were still downstairs in the bar. Elliot kept looking at his watch wondering what was taking Olivia so long, he was starting to get a feeling something wasn't right. He told the others of his feeling and they all decided to go upstairs and check on Olivia.
On the way up to their room, Elliot called her phone multiple times, but it continued to go straight to voice mail. This only strengthened the sense throughout his body that something was wrong.
When they arrived at the door, Elliot drew his gun and put his key in the lock. When the door opened, he walked into the room, calling out Olivia's name but got no answer. Even more concerned now, he checked the bathroom, the shower was bone dry. She hadn't even taken a shower.
Elliot began to panic. He looked around the room. There were no signs of a struggle but where was she? She wouldn't just up and leave and not tell him.
Elliot's phone suddenly rang., and as it did He got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The only people that knew his number were standing in the room with him, that is, except for Olivia. It had to be her.
"Liv?" he answered anxiously.
"Guess again," the voice on the other end of the phone said.
He covered the receiver of the phone with his hand and mouthed the words shit.
"Where is she Izzy?" he asked not even trying to cover for the fact that he had assumed she was Olivia.
"No, loving hello for your wife Elliot?" she said sarcastically.
"You are not my wife," he stated matter of factly.
"Now, now Elliot. That is no way to talk to me, especially since I have your precious Olivia right here with me," she said tauntingly.
"If you hurt her, I swear to God,"
She immediately cut off his words. "You'll what Elliot? What will you do if I hurt her?"
"Izzy, just let her go. You're obviously pissed off at me, so let's leave Olivia out of it," he was practically begging now, his intial anger and bravado having slipped away as his worry for Olivia increased.
"I don't think so Elliot. This bitch is the cause of all that's gone wrong in my life for three years," she said.
"Lemme talk to her, now!" Elliot demanded, his strength and anger returning at her words.
"Sure, all you had to do was ask, El," Isabella responded.
"El?" he heard from the other end of the phone.
"Liv Jesus are you okay? I'm so sorry."
"I'm fine…I'm on a b….," she tried to say but Isabella grabbed the phone from her before she could finish.
"Liv? LIV!" Elliot yelled into the phone.
"Liv, had to go," Isabella said.
"What do you want Izzy?" Elliot asked his face turning red.
"Hmmm I'm not entirely sure yet. I'll get back to you on that. Bye love," she said as she hung up the phone.
Elliot sighed, running his hand down his face. "Obviously you guys figured out that my psycho wife has Olivia," he said looking at the others.
Visibly shaken, he then threw the phone on the bed and paced back and forth.
"Elliot!" Cragen yelled. "Elliot! You need to focus. Tell me what she said. I know Olivia, she would have tried to give you a hint as to where she is. Think!" he was now screaming at him.
"She said she was fine. That's it," Elliot said. "Wait, wait….she said she was on a…..a b…was all she was able to get out before Isabella took the phone from her."
"What the hell is a B?" Munch asked.
They all looked at him and nothing needed to be said, but Elliot decided to forge ahead with his words anyway. "Obviously she didn't get to finish you idiot!" Elliot stopped then, and embarrassed, and after a moment of uneasy silence, said,
"John, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I'm just….I just need her to be okay," Elliot said.
Putting his hand on Elliot's shoulder, Munch reassured his friend, "It's fine. I understand."
"Elliot, you need to think. Did you hear anything in the background that would give us a clue as where she is?" Cragen asked.
"SHIT! Yes, I heard water," Elliot exclaimed after a moment. "I heard boats. Boat…she's on a boat…that's what she was trying to say."
"Oh great, we're in fuckin Miami, do you know how many marina's are down here?" Fin complained..
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Olivia gave Isabella a look of disgust, wanting to lunge at the woman. However, the handcuffs behind her back were keeping her from being able to do anything to help herself at the moment.
"Nice try Olivia. Did you really think I'd let you tell Elliot where we are?" she asked.
"Had to do something" Olivia retorted.
"You know Olivia, you have been a thorn in my side since the day I met Elliot. I mean he thought you were dead and I couldn't let on that I knew you weren't but that wasn't the problem. The issue was that there was always something distant in his eyes, like he was thinking about the past. He could never quite move on. Fortunately, after I kill you, he'll have no choice,"
Olivia's heart sank. She didn't want to show this woman any weakness or let her know in any way that she was scared, but she was. She knew Isabella had no reason to keep her alive. In her eyes, she was what was standing between her and Elliot.
Scrambling for time, knowing Elliot would be looking for her, Olivia decided to engage the woman. "You know Isabella, if you kill me, Elliot will never forgive you. He'll send you to prison for the rest of your life."
Waving the gun around like a maniac, Isabella replied, "He would never send me to jail. He's my husband. He loves me."
Seeing that reason with his captor wasn't going to have any effect, Olivia didn't try to hold back a little chuckle at the other woman's words. She knew it was only going to set Isabella off, but she couldn't help it. "Loves you? Seriously? He doesn't love you, not anymore at least."
"Shut the hell up!" Isabella screamed.
It was then that Olivia decided if she was going to die at the hands of this woman, she was going down fighting, at least with her words. No way was she going to let this woman kill her without letting her know exactly how Elliot felt about both of them.
Unfortunately, the other woman seemed to have the same idea.
"Did you enjoy letting my husband fuck you?" Isabella asked.
"Elliot never fucked me," Olivia replied.
"Oh like hell he didn't. You're gonna sit there and deny you've been with him?" she asked growing increasingly impatient.
"Oh no, I'm not going to deny we've been together. However, you said he fucked me. He never did that. He made love to me, many times . As a matter of fact, we had just made love about an hour or so before you showed up. It was amazing." Olivia said, taunting the woman.
"You want me to kill you, don't you?" Isabella asked quite seriously.
"No, actually I don't, but I figure you're probably going to and I don't want you to kill me without knowing all the facts," Olivia replied.
"The fact is, Elliot is my husband not yours. You need to deal with that and accept it," Isabella said poking the gun into Olivia's side.
" Right, and Dean is his brother-in-law. Gotta say, neither of us saw that coming. So what, you two set this whole thing up from the start?" Olivia asked.
Laughing, Isabella said, "Pretty brilliant huh?"
"Yeah, I mean for Dean to get the girl he had to fake a death threat, fake my death and stash me in witness protection for the last three years. Fucking brilliant," Olivia said rolling her eyes.
"The plan WAS brilliant! It worked for three years didn't it? Until Elliot decided we just had to spend the summer on Long Beach Island. Dean was supposed to get you the hell out of there before we arrived though. You were never supposed to see him." Isabella explained.
"Guess it was fate then," Olivia said.
"Fate? Are you serious? It was bad luck," Isabella replied.
"You call it bad luck, I call it fate. Elliot and I were always meant to be together. We were separated for three years, but as soon as we saw each other on the beach, all the feelings came back and for once, we didn't even try to fight them. Although, he did feel guilty about forsaking you, but luckily you've proved to him what a psycho bitch you are and all the guilt is gone." Olivia said smirking.
Isabella cocked the gun then, pointing it right at Olivia's head. Olivia closed her eyes waiting for the shot to ring out, but it never did. Suddenly, they heard a phone ringing and Isabella pulled back, causing Olivia to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Hello," she said into the phone. "Yeah, shit…fine..okay okay I hear you… I won't kill her…YET!….yeah I'll see you soon," she said hanging up.
Olivia felt a calm rush over her. She knew that phone call was about her and realized that someone else was pulling Isabella's strings, someone who wanted her alive. But who? At this point, she didn't care. She saw this as an opportunity to mess with Isabella's head a bit more, try to get out of the handcuffs and to give Elliot a chance to find her.
"Can I ask you something?" Olivia requested.
Shrugging her shoulders, Isabella said, "Why not."
"The gun…do you have the gun?" Olivia asked.
"Oh the gun. You mean the gun you used to kill my brother in cold blood? That gun?" Isabella responded.
"He tried to rape me! I didn't shoot him in cold blood! We struggled for the gun and it went off. But I think you already know that, since you were there that night!" Olivia yelled.
"Hmmm, that's not really how I remember it, Olivia and if I have to testify I will remember it the way it best suits me," Isabella said laughing.
"Elliot will never let that happen," Olivia said calmly.
"Oh dear, Olivia. You give my husband way too much credit. He'll understand why I'm doing what I'm doing and if he doesn't, well I always have a Plan B, in which Elliot will suffer immensely for what he's done to me," she explained.
Suddenly, it all became clear to Olivia. Isabella's entire plan. Why hadn't she seen it from the start? Shit, she needed to warn Elliot.
But before she could think anymore about how to do that, Isabella approached her, yanking her out of the chair she had been sitting in since she came to. The other woman then turned her around and un-cuffed her. Olivia held her wrists in pain, confused as to why she was un-cuffed Through the confusion though, she realized that if she was going to get out of this she would have to move quickly.
She leaned over holding her wrists, pretending to be in immeasurable pain. When Isabella approached her, she kneed her in the stomach, knocking her to the ground and sending the gun flying. Olivia wanted to go for the gun, but saw the dock and knew it was her best chance to try to get to a phone and call Elliot. She left Isabella on the ground, not bothering to take the gun and began to run as fast as she could down the dock.
A few feet down the dock, she realized that there was a figure running from the opposite direction, toward her. For a moment, she panicked, thinking someone else was coming after her, but as the form drew closer, she realized the person was familiar. Achingly so
Elliot was running toward her.
She ran faster and when she caught up to him, she jumped into his arms.
"God Liv, are you okay?" he asked checking her over.
"I'm fine. We need to go now!" she yelled, grabbing his hand, before beginning to run down the dock.
They hadn't quite make it to the end of the dock when they saw the barrel of a gun staring them in the face. They backed up, pulling apart their hands and raising them separately in shock and surrender.
"You?" Elliot asked their new assailant
"Dean?" Olivia whispered.
A/N: SOB is alive! What's he got planned for our dynamic duo? Can Elliot save them? Can anyone save them? Stay tuned…Same bat time, same bat channel…..
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