From Hell To Heaven

A/N Big thanks to my reviewers DeLene, Mapleshade-Liv-Firestar, courtneylovejason, AMANDA, maerae93, Amanda4Meloni, spacekitten2700, 70s80sfanficluver and SteffieDawn. You guys are fantastic X Thank you to sweetxinnocencex3, Ceci-Vicsan, Kelsey311, Isabella Poulous and Amanda4Meloni for story alerts. Thanks to Kelsey311 for favourite story, Ceci-Vicsan for author alert. And thank you to Amanda4Meloni for favourite story, favourite author and author alert. Gold stars ^-^

So this is it, the massive chapter I've been working on. I apologise for the time since my last update but I wanted this to be really good, hope it doesn't disappoint. We finally get to see the bad guy, it'll be interesting to see what you guys think, especially after all your guesses. X

Chapter 29- It's Over

Everything was passing in surreal stages of light and darkness as her captor came to feed her dry crackers, pour water down her throat and even try to tend to her wounds. They had cleaned her scuffed knuckles with antibacterial, even though it stung like a bitch. They cut away the unsaveable torn skin, painless as it had died and lost feeling, and then wrapped it in a freshly opened bandage. They had cleaned her forehead too, wiping away the dried blood and placing a sturdy bandaid on the offending cut. Olivia was surprised by their gentle touch and caring manner, but was not foolish enough to be taken in; she was not going to relate to her captors, if that was indeed what they were trying to make her do.

When she was alone in the dark everything seemed amplified; the dripping pipes were echoing, the silence was ringing in her ears and yet she could faintly hear footsteps moving around above her head. She heard footsteps getting closer. The door opened and the light flicked on. Olivia siezed the opportunity and looked quickly around. No window. Only one door, a wooden staircase behind it. An air vent; ventilation meant they were underground, definitely a basement. The figure kept their head down, not even looking at Olivia. They lifted a bottle of water; Olivia only drank from it when she saw them freshly open it in front of her, which they had every time. This time, instead of pulling her head back and forcing it down her throat with a splutter, they had a straw. Olivia hesitated again at their kindness but thirst won out.

"Who are you?" she asked as they made to leave. "What do you want?" They hesitated by the doorway. "Look, you haven't done anything that can't be forgotten." 'Lie.' "Untie me, let me go and I promise you won't get in to trouble." They hadn't moved, but now they switched off the light and ignored her.

xXx

Back at the station they were rushing between desks and pulling up relevant files. Elliot felt like they were on a wild goose chase, but he didn't care, so long as it led them to Olivia.

"Ok, number from Liv's cell is a prepaid cell phone." Fin called across the room.

"Can't trace it." Elliot felt his stomach fall.

"Not to a person-" Fin corrected.

"But to a location." Elliot finished excitedly. He pulled up a map of the cell towers in the area, only one call had came it at the time of Olivia's call. He send it to Fin's computer. "Run it." Elliot instructed, despite Fin already ahead of him.

Mere minutes later and the computer was beeping. A red circle was flashing on the screen. Elliot read the name above it in disbelief. "Mercy General? A patient? Can you narrow it down a bit more?"

Fin started typing across the screen.

"Since when did you get so good with computers anyway?" Elliot smirked.

Fin shrugged, not looking away from the screen. "Kids constantly trying to hack your online banking; you pick up a few things." The image on the screen seemed the zoom in on a schematic. "This doesn't make sense, says it's in the south west block, I thought that was just offices?"

"It is." Elliot nodded. "They work there."

Fin jumped up. "I'll head over there, look for security tapes, you-"

"Staff manifest, got it." Stabler dropped in to Fin's seat as he hurried out.

xXx

Olivia didn't know how long she had been there in the dark; it felt like forever. She really needed the bathroom, but she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing she needed something from them. The door opened once more and Olivia's eyes stung, too accustomed to the dark to handle the glaring light.

"What's going on? You've had me here for ages! If you're going to hurt me then just do it already!" Olivia cursed; knowing she shouldn't be so volatile towards her captor.

They flicked on the lights and the bulbs blinked in to life. Her captor had changed clothes. How long had she been here? Was it morning now? Or not? The heavy boots and combats were gone, as was the thick gloves and heavy coat. Olivia realised her captor was not a burly man she had anticipated, the clothes had only made them look that way. They were wearing black Converse hightops, dark jeans, a slogan tshirt and an illfitting hoodie.

"You're just a kid." Olivia said in confusion, taking in the teenage girl before her.

"I'm not a kid! I'm 18!" she argued. She pulled a large knife from the back of her waistband, lowering it to her side menacingly. The blade it self was black and yet alarmingly sharp. The handle was also black and heavy; Army issue Olivia recognised, Elliot had one similar from his Marine days. She must have gotten it from Swanson.

"So you're a teenager." Olivia corrected, suddenly less threatened by this girl and yet painfully aware of the large blade in her grip. The girl's head was down, not daring to look at Olivia. She had a mess of dark brown hair, unevenly cut but reaching her shoulders. "Did Swanson put you up to this?" Olivia tried.

The girl chuckled. "Max? Are you kidding? Max is only half your problems."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Max was following orders like a good little sheep." Olivia could see the girl's smirk, her lips evilly pulling up to one side.

"So you're the brains behind this." Olivia stated, sounding doubtful.

"What you don't believe me?" the girl demanded, raising the blade level with Olivia's chest, but still not looking up. "I've done things you wouldn't believe." she spat insistently.

"Ok, ok." Olivia rushed, aware of the sharp tip of the blade close in front of her. She gave it a moment of two for the girl to calm down, the knife still firmly extended. "So it was you who raped and murdered Martine Olivia?" Olivia asked, though this time managing to hide the doubt laced in her tone.

The girl was still for a moment and then defeatedly shook her head. "That was Max." she admitted. "He said we needed to scare you first. Said he found a woman on the computer at work and she was perfect." Olivia heard a snuffle. "He made me watch. While he hurt her. Then he said he had to leave and that I was to wait for you."

"He had to get back for his alibi." Olivia said in annoyance; smart but not smart enough.

"So you beat me with a rock and left me to die, then what?" Olivia said without thinking.

"Hey!" the girl reprimanded. "You don't think I would use this?" she threatened, pushing it against Liv's collarbone. But Olivia didn't respond, just raised her head away from the blade. The girl lowered the knife to her side again, and began agitatedly pacing.

Olivia observed her; either she was on something or she was just plain crazy, but something wasn't right.

"If I hadn't had other thing sto do I cuold have killed you right there. Just like I killed that other woman."

"April Benson."

The girl shrugged.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Olivia asked, criminals didn't usually divulge their whole plan to a police officer.

"You'll be dead by dawn anyway, I figured I may as well tell you the genius of our plan before you die." the girl smiled.

"No. I won't be dead. Because I don't think you wanted to hurt me." Olivia refuted; this girl was just a puppet.

"No! No! You lied! So you have to be punished! I went straight to your apartment after I left you in the park. I think I did a pretty good job, don't you think? What? You think you cops are the only ones who can ruin something good? I trashed your apartment like you trashed my brother's life!" she spat in venom.

"Brother?" Olivia was left reeling.

xXx

Elliot was searching the computer and had finally found a staff manifest for Mercy General. He pulled up the records for all staff supposed to be on duty for the time Olivia was called. His cell phone buzzed.

"Stabler."

"No security cameras; the timer was changed so they'd cut out." Fin said in his ear.

"But who-?"

"Any member of staff, they all have a key card that would get access to the security room."

Elliot huffed, time was slipping on and they were only marginally closer to finding Olivia. On phrase kept circulating in his head; 'The first 24 hours you're looking for a person, after that you're looking for a body.'

"Ok, from the area the call came from there's only one cellphone area available. It's a closed ward so staff have to sign in and out."

"Tell me you-"

"I got the register." Fin said.

Elliot suddenly felt enthused, this was a huge step. His email beeped, and the file came through. God he could kiss Fin right now! He mentally kicked himself after that.

"Get your butt back here, Fin."

"Already in the car."

Elliot dropped his phone as the line went dead. He was skim reading the file, only 24 officials had registered as entering/leaving the ward. As he scrolled down, one surname jumped out at him. 'Harris. Can't be coincidence.' he decided. He frowned and flipped open Harris' personal file from Sealview. 'One sibling.' 'It can't be.'

xXx

"What's your name?" Olivia demanded.

"Amanda Rochelle Harris." the girl sneered, overly confident and yet not daring to look higher than Olivia's chest. "Yeah, see? See? You think you're so smart. You think you can do anything you want!"

"You want to know what I really think?" Olivia interrupted, this pisspoor attempt at threatening was not intimidating Olivia, she'd taken down men taller than this girl with no back up; if only she weren't secured to this damn chair.

"Shut up! I don't care what you think!" Amanda yelled, becoming agitated again as she alternated from left to right foot, as though gearing herself up.

"I think-" Olivia continued. "-that you're just doing what your brother told you to do." Amanda froze, didn't even glance up. "You never wanted to hurt people, but he's your big brother right, and you have to do as he says?" Olivia efficiently guess. Amanda was breathing raggedly and Olivia could hear the tears building as Amanda tried to hold in her emotion. "You didn't want to hurt anybody, Amanda." she tried to confort in a soft tone. "Max was brutal, but when you attacked me and April Benson, you attacked from behind. It had nothing to do with subdueing them, did it? You just didn't want to see their eyes as they died. As you killed them. Because really, you didn't want to do it." Olivia could see the knife slowly lowering as Amanda became overwhelmed with the truth, sobs escaping occasionally. "I think you're just following his orders, and just because you're scare of him doesn't mean-"

"No!" Amanda insisted, knife back level with Olivia. "I'm not scared of anything."

"Amanda, you don't want to do this. You don't want to hurt me anymore than you wanted to hurt April."

"No, I have to do this!" Amanda insisted, stepping closer with the knife, turning it so the blade was facing backwards in her grip. "You lied about my brother and now I have to do this!" Olivia eyed the blade as Amanda advanced.

xXx

Cragen was hurrying in to the squadroom.

"Where have you been?" Elliot unashamedly yells. Don decides to give him a break for once.

"Downtown, organising a SWAT team, ready to mobilise, as soon as we have a target. John's with them now, waiting instructions." Cragen says, chucking his coat unceremoniously in to his office.

"You are not going to believe this, Lowell Harris' sister!"

"What?"

"She works at the hospital where the call came from, yet she didn't show up for work today." Elliot says, placing several files in front of them. "I saw in Harris' file that child services got involved a long time ago. Absent father and his mother died when he was 21; his sister Amanda was 8. She got bounced around care homes until Harris gained custody, he's her only family."

"Elliot!" Fin called, rushing in. "The manifest, it's-!"

"Way ahead of you Fin." Elliot said, wasting no time with handing him the file.

"Custody? You kidding me, that guy's a creep!" Fin exclaimed.

"All those years alone with him, God knows what he did to her. Elliot find her address."

Elliot was already speed typing in to the computer. Cragen snatched up the photo of Amanda, much younger but still recogniseable. "This her? She was waiting for visitation the day Harris was returned to prison."

That seemed to settle it. "I got it!" Elliot called, frantically scribbling it down. He shoved it in to Cragen's hand for SWAT, he and Fin were already racing towards the elevator. 'I'm coming Liv,'

xXx

"Why do you have to do this, Amanda? Because your brother told you to? Amanda, he's in prison, and he's going to be there a lot longer if you tell us what he made you do. He can't hurt you anymore."

Amanda finally looked up with a fierce look on her face, a deep frown and the almost identical eyes to her brother, tinted with fury. "What do you mean, hurt me? He never hurt me, he loves me!"

Olivia actually felt sorry for this poor girl. Harris had twisted her head in to his own little reality. Olivia should have known instantly; the agitation, the rollercoaster emotions, this girl was traumatised. She didn't look up because Harris would hit her if she did, saying she was looking at other men; Olivia had seen it before in domestic abuse cases.

"I'm sure that's what he told you..." Olivia said softly. "But I bet he never said it to all the other girls he attacked." Amanda was dissolving in to tears before Olivia's eyes, slowly crumbling under the truth. "He abused you Amanda. For a very long time. But if you just untie me, I can protect you from him, get you some help."

"NO!" Amanda cried, she refused to believe it; her 'loving' big brother was nothing but a monster who had destroyed her childhood.

"Amanda, think about it. You say he loves you, but when he touched you and did things to you, deep down inside you knew it was wrong, you knew it felt horrible and disgusting. But it was better to paly along that admit the truth right?" Olivia felt the clamminess of her skin and wondered if she could ease her hands from the tape, but they were stuck fast.

Amanda roughly rubbed her eyes, trying to regain composure. "No." she said firmly. "No, shut up, shut up, you're confusing me! I have to, I have to, I have to," she mumbled over and over to herself.

"No you don't Amanda. Think about this. I can help you, I can-" Olivia coaxed, Amanda was getting worked up and volatile.

"I killed a cop!" Amanda insisted. "Not even you can make that go away." She gripped the knife with both hands, to chest height, her eyes trained on Olivia's torso-her intended target. "Do it, do it, do it," she encouraged herself in hurried whispers.

Liv closed her eyes, only hearing Amanda's quiet ramblings, and yet only thinking of Elliot. Of the future they could have had together. If Amanda slashed down her stomach, it was fairly certain Olivia would never be able to have children. That's if she even lived. God, she prayed to see Elliot just one more time. She squeezed her eyes shut and braced for the pain that would literally rip through her body.

The door burst open and bright beams of light pierced the dim light. Olivia opened her eyes and immediately recognised the heavy armoured black uniforms; SWAT. "HOLD YOUR FIRE!" she screamed; as much as Amanda had done, she had been manipulated by Harris. Olivia could see in the corner of her eye that Amanda had dropped the knife and was frantically backing away in terror. "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me," she mumbled over and over, her eyes wide.

"Hold your fire!" Olivia said only final time as the officers came to a stand still. Amanda was balled up in the corner, her hands clutching at her head, as she frantically whispered apologises to what ever voices she was hearing.

Elliot came hurrying in behind the SWAT team, his vest in place and his gun aimed high. His attention was entirely on Olivia, while Fin headed to Amanda.

"Liv!" he yelled frantically, "El," was all she could say; she was so sure she was about to die. Perhaps God had heard her pray. Or perhaps Elliot was just always there for her. His heart was fluttering almost painfully. Deep down he had doubts; thought maybe they would never see her again, never hold her and kiss her and tell her he loved her. 'God, I need to tell her that more often.' He pulled his blade from his pocket, and began cutting through the tape securing her.

Amanda was screaming and flailing in fear at the men trying to grab at her. "Fin, be careful with her." Olivia called, knowing he was trying his best no to hurt her yet failing to detain her.

"Sorry about this." he muttered and then hit the side of her neck with his hand. She instantly went limp in his arms and slipped unconscious. "She'll be fine." he told Liv's look of disbelief, while he haphazardly slung Amanda over his shoulder and headed carefully back up the staircase.

The tape finally cut free and Olivia grasped at her sore, cut wrists. "Don't move." he said. She saw the tears pooled in his eyes, but didn't say anything; she merely kissed his forehead, the gesture alone somehow being more intimate than if she had grabbed him for a passionate kiss. With that kiss she had sealed their future; they were going to be ok.

They had put her on a gurney, she didn't mind though, just thankful to be lying down; sitting up had made her back painfully stiff. She smiled as they loaded her in to the ambulance. "What?" Elliot attentively asked, not having let go of her hand since he had got to her.

"Dawn." Olivia smiled, seeing the sun just beginning to rise. "And I'm not dead."

Elliot didn't even want to think about that. The last thing she saw was Fin, John and Cragen stood on the curb, before the doors were slammed shut and she was rushed to the hospital. She just wanted to go home, to tuck up in bed with Elliot, and sleep. His body flush with hers, her perfect safety to heal.

A/N What do you think? I hope it worked out. If you are left confused lol feel free to message me. Reviews make me smile. Only one last chapter to go now and it'll be the end. XX