Sorry this has took awhile, I think I've maybe broke my finger, it kills and I can't type properly, so if there's loads of mistakes I apologise, I do check and re-check.

Disclaimer: No, not mine, sadly.

'Sleepy Joes'

Elliot pulled his car into a free spot and turned the engine off. He looked up at the sign above the reception. 'Sleepy Joes'. He had come here on a hunch, a strong hunch. Drake had once mentioned that this was his favourite hideaway because no one cared to question the amount of men or whores that came over, Drakes words.

It was apparently like a holiday place for him and his men, not that Drake couldn't afford a 5 star hotel in the Caribbean.

Elliot got out of the car and walked into reception. The guy behind the desk was, huge, short but with a stomach that would give dear old Santa a run for his money. His beard was halfway down his stomach and Elliot was sure he could see cornflakes in among it.

"Hello." Elliot said, trying to get his attention.

The guy looked at him, and belched, then returned to watching TV. Elliot was about to reach for his badge and gun when he figured this guy looked like the type of thug Drake associated with, so he thought he'd give that card a try.

"Drake told me I had to come by to pick up a package." He said. The guy turned away from the TV to look at him. 'Bingo' Elliot thought. Seeing he had his attention he thought he'd carry on the charade. "So, where are they?" He asked

"The women..? He said I could go by later if I wanted, told him 'hell yea' she is one hot piece of meat, I'd have to pay good money for something that hot, so why say no when its free.." The guy said.

Elliot nodded but he really wanted to jump across the desk and beat the shit out of him. The thought of him even thinking that he could look at Olivia made him want to rip the SOB's eyes out. For her sake he'd hold back.

"What room they in?" Elliot asked.

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Olivia had been tied to the radiator in the corner of the room. He'd took her boots from her when she'd kicked him in the face, she was sure thought she might have broke his nose, that had definitely been her intention, but her body ached that much she wasn't sure it hadn't worked.

"I gotta pee." She told him, she didn't but her legs were riddled with pins and needles from sitting down in the same position for too long. "You know where the bathroom is." He laughed.

"Funny fucker aren't you!" She said. She didn't care if he beat her, again. She wasn't going to allow him the satisfaction of having the last word.

He got up off the bed and walked over to her. He stood in front of her and she was waiting for him to kick her or punch her, something. Her heart jumped into her throat as she saw a knife. She gulped and saw by his sickening smile that he had heard it.

He grabbed a piece of the rope that was holding her to the radiator and ran the sharp blade across it, it sprung apart. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her up and threw her roughly down onto the bed. "You never learn do you?" He said angrily, right in her face.

He tightened his grip on the knife and placed it on her cheek. "Do you know how many whores' I've screwed using this knife? You're about to become one of the statistics honey." He said with a smile that made her want to throw up on him.

She heard a bang and he suddenly jerked forward before he fell onto the bed next to her, lifeless. She half pushed, half rolled herself from under him. She looked up to see Elliot pointing his gun.

Upon seeing him, the flood gates opened and she burst into tears. He ran over to her and she thought he may hug her but instead he took hold of her and kissed her on the lips. She was surprised but went along with it.

He eventually pulled back. "Liv, I am a jerk and I am so sorry, I got you into this whole thing, I swear to god if you let me and even if you won't I will never ever let anyone hurt you. I promise…" She looked at him, unable to think of what to say.

"Could you untie me…please…?" She asked holding her wrists out to him.

Elliot nodded, regretting now saying what he had, he felt like a fool. He used the guy's knife to cut through the rope. Olivia shook her hands free from the binds. She half pulled but was half assisted to the edge of the bed by Elliot.

Elliot crouched down on the floor, his aim was to check to see how injured she was. He was nowhere near prepared as she slapped him hard across his face. He had to roll his jaw so it felt more in place. He knew she was tough but she'd hit him harder then a lot of the men who had hit him had.

She grabbed his face in her hands. "That's for being a HUGE jerk." She said, before pulling his face towards her own and returning his kiss.

After a minute they both pulled away. "So do you forgive me?" Elliot said.

"I will if you get me out of this place and straight to a hospital." She said getting up and holding one hand on her stomach and one of her back, she looked like some old cripple hobbling along.

Elliot gently placed his hand on her lower back then bent forward and hooked his arm behind her legs and slowly scooped her up, so as not to hurt her obviously fragile body. "You really aren't well if you want to go to hospital." He joked

"I just want some painkillers." She confessed, resting her tired and heavy head on his shoulder. He lowered his head so he could kiss her on her head. "Come on, sweetie." He said, carrying her out of the room.

- - - - - -

Elliot was sat next to her bed in the hospital, the drugs they had gave her had knocked her out long enough to have meant she had spent pretty much the whole night in the hospital, he had brought her in at 10.30 and it was now 4.30 in the morning.

He watched as she slept. She looked all swollen and purple, pretty close to resembling a blackcurrant, but he thought she looked absolutely stunning as she slept, lightly snoring against the soft pillow.

The nurses had informed him, that she had several more broken ribs and whole list as long as his arm full of other injuries but he had just been listening for the result of the rape kit they had run, she had passed out on the car ride, so he couldn't ask her. His heart had gone back to the normal rhythm, of actually beating, when they had confirmed the kit had been negative.

He hadn't left all her side all night, the others had come in to check on her, but they had only been able to see her asleep. Cragen had ordered Elliot make her stay off for at least three weeks, knowing anymore would be pushing his luck, he had also insisted Elliot take the same amount of time off to take care of her. He happily accepted.

It was freezing in the hospital and he couldn't wait for her to wake up, realise she was in a hospital and insist he take her home. He shivered from the cold. "If you're cold get in." He heard Olivia say. He wondered if she was dreaming, and it was just a coincidence she happed to mention being cold. "Elliot." She said, as she opened her eyes.

"Liv I'm okay." He said.

"Well I'm cold, so get in and keep me warm." She said with a pleading smile, a small one. He kicked his shoes off, figuring he couldn't let her be cold. He walked around the other side of the bed and climbed in. She snuggled her back against his chest and he fixed the blankets over them both.

"You okay?" He asked her.

"Great…" She said, sounding a little too happy, he guessed it was the morphine.

"Good." He said, letting her drift back off to sleep while she could before the painkillers wore off. He lightly placed his hand on her hip, and within minutes her gentle snoring had sent him off to sleep as well.

TBC

I could have finished it there but I figured you'd want to see Dean get told to take a running jump from a cliff by Elliot as well as see Casey send Drake down, it won't drag out too long. I might make it up to 18, maybe twenty chapters, my longest story yet. GO me!

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