From Hell to Heaven
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Chapter 28- Trapped
Elliot's world seemed to come crashing down around him. 'They got her. They got my Liv!' His heart raced ahead, leaving his mind painfully behind, struggling to connect with his body.
"Elliot? You there? Elliot!" He could hear Fin calling down in ear, his phone still in his hand, frozen. "Stabler!"
Elliot jumped, still in a panic. "Er- yeah, I'm here, I, er, I-"
"Get your butt to the precinct, we're going to figure this out." The line went dead. He could tell from Fin's tone that he was trying to be comforting and instructive, but there was no time for that. They had his Olivia, and he was going to get her back.
He practically threw himself in front of a cab. Thankfully it skidded to a halt inches from his legs; he dove inside and they sped off; though still not as fast as Elliot liked.
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Olivia's head ached. She was conscious before she opened her eyes; she held them closed, listening to her surroundings, trying to gauge her situation. Silence, except for a dripping pipe somewhere in the distance. She peeked to see it was almost pitch black. She glanced down and began struggling; she was strapped in a chair, duct tap securing her arms, chest and legs. Including a single strip of tape across her mouth. 'oh, how original,' she thought to herself, trying to make light of the seriously dangerous situation she was caught in. Within seconds she realised her was trapped; the tape was simply too tight to budge; and the more she fidgeted, the more the tape distorted pinchingly and cut against her skin. She gave up, resorting to a sitrep. 'Ok, tied to a chair, no gun, no cell phone, banging headache, being held by God knows how many dirtbags sent on revenge for my head...could it get any worse...' she thought, rolling her eyes; why was it always her getting in to these situations? Her head was thumping, whether from dehydration, headache or from being hit with a chuck of wood she didn't know, but either way it felt bad. She could feel the warm sticky sensation where blood had dried on the side of her head.
Her chest ached painfully; the dirtbag had slammed her forcefully against the stone wall in the alleyway; her breasts felt bruised and it hurt to take a deep breath, as though her interal muscles were also bruised. Her knuckles on her left hand were badly scuffed, the skin torn and scratched up, where the beam of wood had struck. Her whole hand seemed to beat in time with her pulse, and when she tried to move her fingers, a searing pain shot down her arm and culminated in the targeted knuckles. She gasped out a cry against the tape on her mouth, her brow puckering up in shock, her moans coming out muffled. She resigned to move it as little as possible, knowing it could be broken or dislocated, she'd spare herself that pain at least. Her ribs were screaming inside her body with every slight move she made; she remembered the feeling of the attacker's fist sinking in to her stomach and dropped her head in defeat.
'Ok, tied to a chair, no gun, no cell phone, banging headache, being held by God knows how many dirtbags sent on revenge for my head...possible concussion, bruised chest, pain breathing, a uselessly painful hand and possibly a broken rib or two...now I know it can't get any worse.' But she still had one hope: Elliot, he would notice she was missing and wouldn't give up; he would fight every day until he died to protect her and get her back. Though, as she heard a door in the distance opened, she hoped he got to her sooner rather than later.
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Elliot flew in to the squadroom. "What we got?" he demanded, trying to pull himself together.
Fin, Cragen & Munch were already crowded around his desk, a seemingly invisible bubble around Olivia's work space. "Liv said I called her-"
"That's why she stepped outside." Elliot said. 'I should have gone with her, if I'd just insisted on following her-' he silently added, torturing himself.
"But I didn't call." Fin refused. Fin turned and grabbed something from his desk; a laptop. He clicked open a link. "I've been recording all my phonecalls for years now, an old habit from when I was in Narcotics. I used to get threats, my bosses made me add a recorder in case-"
"Get to the point, Fin!" Elliot frowned.
Fin let it slide, considering the situation; not even John wasted time mentioning governmental conspiracies or spying on people's private conversations. "I got Liv's phonecall." He pressed the play button and Liv's voice filled the room.
"You tell me; I got your call but I was only getting static, I figured it must have been important so I-"
"Liv, hold up," Fin's voice said on the tape. "I didn't call you."
"No, that's not possible, I-" She suddenly cut off mid-sentence, and they heard a scuffle as the phone was dropped. They all, including Fin, visibly shifted uncomfortably when they heard Olivia cry out.
"Liv!" They heard Fin call out, but to no answer. All they could heard now was muffled scuffling noises as Olivia fought against her attacker. They heard gasps, moans of pain and one final cry out before it fell silent. Fin clicked off the audio as they just looked at each other.
"You stood listening while Olivia was being taken?" Elliot challenged Fin.
Fin had expected Elliot to act this way, he was hurting for Olivia, he was scared and angry; a mix that never worked well for Stabler. "Hell, no. I was already grabbing my car keys, but I stayed on the line so my cell could record it."
Elliot merely nodded. "So now what?" he asked. Usually, when it was another victim, he had a full plan of action, so sure of what he should and shouldn't do. But this was Olivia, it was different, and he was still feeling disconnected; everything felt slightly surreal.
"We track the call, find out who lured her outside." John shrugged, as though it were an offhand comment.
"I took the liberty." Fin said, pulling a file from his desk as though it had been there all week. "Third call I made was to the phone company-" The first had been to try Elliot, no luck there, so the second call was to Cragen. "I got Olivia's call records."
Elliot looked at Fin in amazement, he seemed to have gathered all his information in the time it had taken Elliot to get from the cinema to the precinct; which felt painfully long as Elliot sat in the cab wondering all the terrible things that could be happening to Olivia.
"You got this quick." Elliot nodded.
"I just want her home." Fin said, and as he caught Elliot's eye, Elliot knew Fin too was being haunted by horrible images, more so as he had seen that basement.
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Olivia listened intently, trying to gauge where the door was in relation to herself; but the darkness made it almost impossible. The clang of metal sounded near, and the approaching footsteps sounded even closer. In an instant, the room fill with light as long, industrial lights blinked on. Liv squinted against the light, almost blinded by the sudden brightness. Where she was being held was a small room; in 4 or 5 wide strides you could make it from one wall to the one opposite. It looked damp and grimy, it felt cold and it smelt musty. 'Great, another basement,' Liv thought humourlessly, uncertainty rising in her stomach.
Her eyes adjusted as she saw a figure coming towards her. Instinctually her heart raced; this person had attacked her, it was impulsive to get nervous when they came towards you again. She called out complaints, all being too muffled to make any sense.
The figure was unarmed, or as far as Olivia could tell. Before Olivia could even try and catch a glimpse of their half covered face, they stepped behind her and roughly grabbed her hair; yanking it and pulling her head back as far as they could. Olivia gasped against the tape as her neck ached, she didn't dare move; she was entirely vulnerable and she didn't want to risk angering someone who had already shown an indifference to violence.
Her scalp pinched uncomfortably as her hair was pulled tighter. The person pulled something silver from his pocket and Olivia panicked for a brief second that it was a knife and he was going to slit her knife. She cried out against the duct tape, but there was little she could do besides sit there, her body was immobilised by the wrappings of secure tape. As he lifted the object, she saw it was only a small metallic flashlight. She let out deep relieved sighs, as her heart still raced on ahead. Her attacker had pulled her hair as tightly as they could; Olivia could feel the occasional hair being pulled, stinging at her scalp. She frowned as they glared the flashlight in to her eyes. They shone the light in both eyes, and only when they were satisfied did they let go. They dropped her hair, not bothering with any other interaction, and walked away. She lifted her head, neck clicking slightly. Olivia frowned in confusion, but as they reached for the light switch she tried to argue again. They flicked out the light, closed the door and left her there.
She felt hopelessly alone, stuck by herself in the darkness. She refused to let out the sob in her chest; she was not going to be defeated.
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A/N As much as I hate to see Olivia hurting, it's fantastic to write lol Thanks for sticking with me, reviews would be great if you can. x Hope you liked it X
