Cheers for all the reviews, very inspirational. Flutekickbrass don't you dare read this until your mythology presentation is done, only joking. D

Disclaimer: I've been waiting in for a farmer to bring me a dead sheep all day, which I am not eating but everyone else in my house is going to. Do you really think someone who owns Law and Order: SVU waits in for a dead sheep? No they have people who do it for them, lucky bs.

Chapter 14

(7 weeks later)

Olivia looked out of her window at the car down the street that had a cop in it who was watching for people going in and out of her building. He was her protective detail. He was doing a great job…at sleeping that was. He had been catching flies with his mouth for the last three hours.

She walked away from the window, she couldn't care less. She hated detail on her anyway, and there was no need for them, the rapist hadn't fell for it anyway, he'd completely disappeared off the map. There had been no more rapes or killings, that they could link to him anyway.

Like most serials they guessed he had been caught and locked up on some other charge, or was dead. Why else would he just stop? Bored and still a little achy she had decided on a hot bath in which she could just relax.

Cragen had let her come back to work, on desk duty, but still she was back and it meant her mind didn't have to think about the rape, and for the first time in seven weeks she hadn't had nightmares about it last night. She hadn't really dreamt of anything in particular, but she was just relieved it wasn't about her rape.

She was talking to Huang about things too and it was helping her, so were all the other guys who were there for her when she needed them. Elliot was always there for her. The only reason he wasn't at the precise moment was because he was picking Lizzie and Dickie up from a relatives, where they had been staying all weekend. Kathy was at home with Eli who had a cold.

Olivia was cooking for Elliot tonight, who had practically moved in with her at the moment, he had been sleeping on her couch for weeks, some nights she had slept there with him, comfortable and feeling safe in his arms. She was cooking the best thing she could tonight and it was only a simple recipe she had got from watching the Rachael Ray show whilst she had been at home all day long before she had returned to work. She'd actually grown quite attached to her TV whilst she'd been off of work.

After realizing that if she stayed any longer in the bath Elliot wouldn't be eating till midnight, she decided to get out. She climbed out and wrapped a towel around herself, followed by her robe. She towel dried her hair a bit but decided she was going to let it dry naturally because Elliot had admired it last time she had done that. He liked how it went curly, the one style he had never seen her with.

She pulled the plug and let the bath water run out then walked out of the bathroom, as she stepped out though she was met by pitch blackness. Someone had turned all the lights off and shut all the curtains, she couldn't see a thing.

She started walking towards the nearest light switch. She knew she was near to it but suddenly she heard a pop and pain ripped through her side. She fell to the floor in pain then the lights came on. She looked down at where she was holding her hand, blood was slowly seeping through her fingers, she pushed down hard, wincing at the pain, she knew she'd been shot.

"Surprise!" She heard.

As she looked up she was met by the face that had haunted her for weeks, her rapist, holding a gun with a silencer attached to the end of it. She quickly but painfully pushed herself to her feet and began running, but he wrapped his arm around her waist and tackled her onto the couch. "Get off of me!" She yelled as loud as she could.

"Shut-up you stupid bitch! Did you think I had forgotten about you? Did you think I wasn't going to come back for you after what you said on TV?" He yelled. "You want a real man sweetheart you got one." He said as he began tugging on her robe and towel.

Using all the strength she had, she rolled over and they both fell to the floor, she sat up but slammed her elbow backwards into his face as he lay underneath her. She got to her feet and began kicking him over and over.

She was about to kick him again when he kicked her, knocking her backwards, she landed on the floor in her room and her head hit the hard wooden floor with a crunch. Suddenly he grabbed hold of her and picked her up and threw her down onto the bed.

Before she had chance to move he was straddling her, holding her arms down above her head in just one hand, the other was pushing her robe and towel up. She tried to push him off her but his body was too heavy on top of hers. "Get off of me!" She screamed again.

He let go of her arms as he held her robe and towel up with them instead, adding more pain to her wounded side, with her arms temporarily free she reached under her pillow and pulled out a gun. She had been keeping it there for emergencies, she guessed this classed as one. He was too slow to react and she fired, hitting him in the arm.

He fell to the floor groaning and holding his arm. She climbed off the bed and held the gun pointed at him. "Who the hell are you?" She asked him.

"The man you dream about honey…you and all the others." He said.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your head off?" She said as tears stung her eyes.

"I'm surprised you're not being more creative Olivia and threatening to blow my balls off instead." He said.

"You haven't got any…" She said bitterly.

"Oh but you know I have Olivia." He said smugly.

She steadied her aim, pointing the gun right at his head.

"Okay…" He said backing down, not really wanting to be shot again by her, he'd dropped his gun somewhere. "My name is Roy…" He began, "…and I have to say that fucking you was the best damn night of my life." He said before he started laughing.

She walked right over to him so the gun was practically in his face, she was about to pull the trigger but Elliot was there. "Liv don't do it! He said.

"No one would miss him." She said.

"No they wouldn't, but those other women want to get justice too and you can't all shoot him, as good as it would be." He said.

Olivia just stared at Roy. He was smiling at her, scanning her body with his eyes. The urge to just shoot him was so strong. "Hey Olivia you wanna go again, on your bed? I dreamt about doing you there and on the couch and the floor in your living room and on the floor in your kitchen too…" Both Roy and Olivia flinched as there was another shot fired.

This time it was Elliot who had fired. It had just been a warning shot to Roy. He then walked over to him and slapped some cuffs on him, not bothered if he hurt his already damaged arm. He looked up at Olivia, she had wandered across the room and had her face hidden behind her hand as she cried.

He just watched her for a minute before he began reading Roy his rights…

TBC

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Roy's interrogation is up next.