Sealed

Disclaimer: I own nothing; Dick Wolf owns everything

Rating: M

Summary: I hate writing anything not cannon, but I just couldn't pass this up. A/U, Elliot never reconciled with Kathy. They have an amicable relationship, but his eye is on Olivia. Post Undercover, circa PTSD. Olivia finally comes clean about what happened in the basement, but she's having trouble with romantic relationships.

"Look at me." Adam Harris demanded. Olivia raised her head to face her tormentor.

"That's it…just keep doing what I tell you, and your death will be easier." He had a smug grin on his face. "Now, say it. You caused the deaths of 19 women." Olivia narrowed her eyes and spat in his face. He stepped back wiping, his face.

"Big mistake." He walked over to a corner of the room and picked up a baseball bat. Olivia screamed as the blows fell on her back.

"Adam." Lily said calmly. "We need her conscious." He took one final swing at her before dropping the bat. Her head hung as she tried to fight the urge to pass out.

XxXxX

Ike watched the entire beating from the squad room, wanting desperately to find some clue, anything that would lead them to her. According to the clock on the screen, they had less than 10 hours to find her. He sincerely hoped she would still be alive. For the first time in his career, seeing the victim caused his stomach to roll uncomfortable. He tore through the building to the men's room, and promptly threw up.

XxXxX

It took two hours with 30 officers to search the hospital before they finally found the note, taped to the underside of a gurney. Chris opened the note.

"'Wanna go for a ride? North or South. You decide. Pick the right one, you move on. Pick the wrong one, and you explode.'" he read. "A bomb. That bastard built a bomb."

"North or South Station." Marissa said grimly. Turning to Elliot she explained. "They're two of the busiest T stations on the entire line. Which one do we choose?"

"Shut them both down. We need to get them evacuated. I'll call it in. You and Elliot head for South Station, I'll head for North." he said, moving towards the car.

"Wait a sec, Chris. Let me see the note. They can't just expect us to randomly pick one." He handed her the note.

"Red ink." she said. "The Red Line, South Station. Call the bomb squad, send them to North Station." They jumped back in the car.

XxXxX

Olivia felt a cool breeze on her back as she heard the sound of cloth ripping.

"No, stop, please! Just stop!" she yelled, sobbing, as her shredded shirt fell from her body. She swung her legs uselessly, the abruptly stop when pain shot through her injured shoulder. Adam Harris reached out and slapped her hard across the face.

"Listen, you bitch, you're only making things worse on yourself."

XxXxX

With the entire T system ground to a screeching halt, the normal rush hour crowd was heavier than usual at South Station.

"Police! Let us through!" Elliot said, holding up his badge. Marissa chuckled.

"That doesn't work so well here. Follow me, and stay close." She started physically moving people out of the way. "Police, coming through!" They headed down to the crowded platform. "I've got something!" She said, spotting a note taped to the stairwell.

"'Take a walk to the Sugar Bowl. You'll find your treasure at the end of the rainbow.'" she read. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"The Sugar Bowl. It's near Castle Island in Southie." Chris said. "I grew up a couple of blocks from there."

"With rush hour traffic, that could take a while to get to. Let's get moving." The three of them made their way back through the crowded station and back to the car. Even with lights and sirens, they crawled down 93.

"Dammit!" Marissa yelled in frustration. "When will people learn to move out of the way for lights and sirens!" After an excruciating 90 minutes, they pulled into the parking lot of Castle Island.

"This way!" Chris yelled. They started to jog down the path that led around a circular inlet of water, known as the Sugar Bowl.

"Stop, stop!" Elliot yelled. "What's that?" He pointed to an oil tower painted like a rainbow. "Could that be our rainbow?"

"You know, I think Big Apple Boy is on to something." Marissa said. The three of them turned around and headed for the tower. After another 45 minutes, thanks to traffic and motorists' unwillingness to budge for police, they finally arrived.

XxXxX

Adam Harris picked up the hunting knife and sliced Olivia's slacks from her body. She hung from the ceiling, clad only in her bra and panties. She kept forcing her mind to stay here, in the present, while it continually tried to slip into unconsciousness, or back into Sealview. Her body ached, and she used that pain to stay alert. Adam Harris picked up a flogger from somewhere and was laying blow after blow across her stomach and chest.

XxXxX

"'Head to Beantown, where your final clue awaits, in Wally's right hand, you'll find Olivia's fate.'" Marissa read.

"Fenway Park." Chris said. Traffic worked against them again. They got to the Green Monster, thinking their next clue would be waiting for them, which it was, sort of.

"'You went for the obvious, you cops are so dumb. Try where artists fly high, of Olivia is done.'" Chris read.

"Wally is the mascot for the Red Sox, why isn't it here? Where else would we go?" Marissa asked. Chris pulled the last clue out of his pocket and held to two together.

"Beantown…Wally…artists fly high…I don't know." he said.

"Wait…I think I know. Jordan's Furniture." Marissa said.

"A furniture store? How does that make sense?" Elliot asked.

"You've never been to Jordan's. If we had more time, I'd take you there for a real visit. The store in Reading has a sculpture of Boston made entirely out of jelly beans, called Beantown. And, if I remember correctly, they also have a trapeze show." she said.

"Works for me." Chris said.

"We better hurry. Olivia has 3 and a half more hours." Marissa said grimly.

XxXxX

Adam Harris roughly lowered Olivia from the ceiling. Her body collapsed onto the floor as he attached a set of prison shackles to her, binding her legs at the ankles and her wrists in front of her at her waist.

"We're almost done." he whispered in her ear. "And there's no sign of your friends. Looks like you're mine."

XxXxX

The arrived at the furniture store, and sure enough, in Wally's right hand was another note.

"'Find the place where there are lots of keys that open no doors, or for Olivia's death, the blame is yours.'" Elliot read. "Ok, where do we go?" he asked, looking at them. Marissa and Chris looked at each other in silence.

"I have no idea." she whispered.

"Come on! There must be someplace. 'Keys that open no doors?' Please guys, we can't give up.'" he said.

"No one's giving up, Elliot. But there's nothing around the city that I know of that fits with 'keys.'" she said.

"Well, we need to head back to the city, so let's try to work this one out on the way back to the House." Chris said.

The spent the next 90 minutes spinning ideas, coming up with a total loss as to what the clue could possibly mean. They walked through the doors of the squad room, and all eyes turned to them.

"How much time do we have?" Marissa asked Ike, her voice hollow and defeated.

"19 minutes." he said somberly. "And it doesn't look good. Olivia passed out about 2 minutes ago." Marissa looked over at the screen.

"Don't let him see that." she said softly, pointing to Elliot. "No one needs to see their partner like that."

"Was she…?" Elliot couldn't bring himself to say 'raped.'

"Not yet. What was that last clue?" Ike asked. Marissa read it again.

"What about the piano factory?" Ronald said, turning his face away from the stack of paperwork on his desk.

"What?" Chris asked.

"The piano factory over on Tremont. Most of it has been converted into student lofts, but there's an old theater behind it that's hardly ever used." Marissa's eyes shot towards the screen. She saw a stage in the background.

"That's 5 minutes from here." Marissa said, tearing her way out the door with Chris and Elliot quick on her heels.

XxXxX

Adam Harris sliced of Olivia's bra and panties.

"Ok, sweet cheeks, it's time for you to be a good girl." She heard him unzip his pants. She twisted her body as much as she could to keep herself from being in a vulnerable position. The more she twisted, the more he hit her. After more blows than she could count, her mind succumbed to the pain, and she was still.

XxXxX

"Here we are. Chris and I will follow the entry team. Elliot, you wait here." Marissa commanded. An entire entry team plu EMS was waiting for them.

"Forget it. That's my partner in there. I'm going in." he replied.

"Ok, but you come in with the second team." Chris said, shooting a look at Marissa.

They stormed the building, guns drawn. Several uniformed cops took down Adam and Lily Harris, while Marissa rushed toward a battered and broken Olivia. "Get EMS in here now!" she yelled, fingering Olivia's neck for a pulse. "Come on, Olivia. Stay with me."

Chris rushed outside, as Elliot was trying to make his way in. He threw himself against Elliot, holding him back.

"No, Elliot. You don't want to go in there." Elliot continued to fight him, but Chris held him firmly. "Elliot, stop! We have this under control."

"That's my partner in there!" he yelled.

"Yeah, and trust me, I wouldn't want to see Marissa like that. Just wait here."

XxXxX

"Come on, Olivia." Marissa said. Her pulse was weak and thready. Her chest fell, and didn't rise. Marissa leaned over and started rescue breathing. "No, Olivia! Don't you dare die!" she said between breaths.

"Out of the way, Detective." a paramedic said. Marissa watched helplessly as they began to work. Olivia was strapped to a gurney and brought outside.

"Olivia!" Elliot yelled. Chris turned to see her come out. Only then did he let go. Elliot rushed to her side. "Olivia, please. Don't leave me. God, please don't leave me." He jumped into the back of the ambulance as they sped off with her.

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