"Alex?" Olivia mumbled as she felt the bed jostle from movement. She wearily opened up her eyes and rubbed them as she looked at a head of blonde hair moving away from her. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get some water," Alex replied as she turned back to look at the sleepy brunette. She smiled at her ruffled brown locks which were pointing off in random directions from rubbing against the pillow. "Do you want some water?"
"No, just you," Olivia replied half-asleep as she flashed Alex her signature sideways grin. The blonde chuckled softly in response as she stood up and softly padded to the door.
"You'll have me in a few minutes," She teased as she opened up the bedroom door and slipped out of the room and toward the kitchen.
Olivia rolled over onto her back, swinging an arm over her stomach as she closed her eyes once more, her mind wandering off with images of Alex smiling. There was something about that smile that drove her crazy but she couldn't explain it. She often found herself doing everything she could to get her to smile or laugh in that carefree way. Her laughter was rare but it immediately put a smile on the detective's face because it was so infectious.
She faintly heard the door softly shut before the bed dipped down, indicating that Alex was joining her once more. She felt her pillow move slightly before it stopped. When Alex didn't immediately lay back down next to her, she began to open up her eyes. Before she could, a hand gripped over her mouth, pushing her head down against the pillow. Her eyes instantly flashed open as she stared down the barrel of her own gun. Her vision refocused from the barrel onto the figure above her.
Dylan Whiteman.
She looked up at his disgusting face as his lips twisted into a smile. "Detective Benson," He whispered as he lifted up his pointer finger that was on the gun, gaining Olivia's attention before he placed it directly over the trigger, letting her know that he meant business. "Oh now, it's a shame that Alexandra isn't here with you right now but I guess that makes this a little bit easier," He stated as he licked his dry lips. "Tell me, how has she been?" He paused as he cocked his head to the side, waiting for an answer. "Oh that's right," He chuckled. "Cat got your tongue?" He teased as he pressed the barrel firmly against her forehead.
"Now, you're going to be a good girl, right? You won't scream out when I let go of your mouth? You don't want to end up like the two lovely police officers that were stationed outside of your apartment and your nice security guard. He actually put up a fight but the other two were too busy listening to the game on the radio." Olivia nodded against the barrel, desperately hoping that he'd believe. "Good girl," He replied as he wiggled his finger once more, showing that it was on the trigger and ready to shoot.
He hesitantly lifted off a couple of fingers before completely removing his hand when she didn't scream out. He smirked at her, satisfied that she was obeying him. "ALEX RUN!" She screamed out the moment his hand was away from her mouth. That hand immediately clasped back over her mouth as his nostrils flared, pressing the gun firmly against her forehead.
"You bitch," He growled out as he brought the gun up and smashed the hilt against Olivia's forehead in a deafening crack. Her head fell to the side as her vision started to grow black. She could only wish that Alex heard her and was already running out of the apartment to protect herself.
She blinked back the darkness as she heard her door open. Please don't do this Alex, Olivia thought to herself as Whiteman's head spun around to look at the door. "Get off of her." Olivia's eyes widened at the familiar voice, far stronger than she had ever heard it before.
"You heard me, Dylan, get the hell off of her or I'll shoot you," Alex ordered as she leveled the revolver with his back.
Dylan took a moment to admire her stance; she didn't look nearly as scared as she had when she was with him. She looked almost…stronger. He grinned as he held up his hands, the gun still in one of them. "My dear Alexandra," He cooed as he slid off of the bed with his hands still in the air. "Oh how I've missed you, my little mouse."
"Shut up and stop moving," Alex demanded as she followed him with her gun. "Stop moving!" She yelled out as she clenched her grip around the revolver that Cragen had given her for protection. Since Olivia kept her gun on the nightstand, she decided that it'd be safer if she kept hers in the drawer by the couch which in hindsight was a good choice. "Get down on your knees," She ordered as she fingered the trigger, touching it with light pressure.
"You want to be in control, huh, my little mouse?" He questioned as he took a step closer to her.
"Get on your knees!" She screamed out as she shook with anger, the gun wavering slightly in her hands before she steadied it.
"I know you won't shoot me," He replied as she dropped down onto one knee and then the other. "But if you want to be in control for a bit, well, we can do that Alexandra."
"Shut up," She spat out as she aimed the gun square at his chest. "Put the gun on the floor." He hesitantly lowered the gun before he placed it against the hardwood. "Push it over to me," She ordered as she followed his motions with her own gun. He gave it a nudge, causing it to slide a few feet in front of her. She took a step closer and kicked it with her bare foot which made it slide underneath the bed, out of reach.
Alex shook her head as she chuckled, smiling at Dylan. "Look where we are now," She scoffed out as she smirked at him. "Tell me, how does it feel to be at the other end of a gun, huh, Dylan? Doesn't feel so good now, does it?" She taunted as she walked around him, still aiming the pistol at his head. "Now you know how I feel. Maybe I should tie you up as well, beat you? Cut you up with a knife? But you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She spat out as he grinned at her.
"Do it," He ordered as he tilted his head up, aligning it with the barrel of the gun. "You're too scared."
"No," She replied as she shook her head, pressing the gun against his forehead. "That'd be far too easy," She stated before pulling the gun back and smashing it against his forehead. He fell back against the floor, groaning in pain. "You deserve to suffer."
"Ahh," He groaned out as he pushed himself back up onto his knees. "I like it when you're feisty. You know, you were feisty when we first met. You kept pushing my hand away from you when I tried to go up your dress," He stated as he licked his lips and swallowed. "God you were so hot in that dress. It wasn't quite the same when I cut off your jeans and sweatshirt. Do you remember that, my little mouse? Do you remember our time together?"
"Shut up," Alex ordered as she blinked repeatedly, forcing the flashbacks away.
"You think about me often, don't you?" He questioned as he licked his lips again, glancing up and down her body. "I think about you a lot. Do you remember all those time where I'd touch your breasts and you'd beg me to stop? When I'd slip my hand between your legs and tease you?"
"Shut up!" She screamed as she closed the distance between them, hitting him across the face with the gun. He fell down to his side again and stayed there for a few seconds before pushing his way back up.
"God I love it when you're feisty," He muttered as he used the back of his hand to wipe the blood away from his mouth. He glanced down at it before spitting blood onto the floor. "Hit me again."
"Don't." Alex turned to see Olivia, weakly trying to push herself up on the bed. She could see the huge bruise already forming on the brunette's forehead, which had knocked her temporarily unconscious. "Alex, don't do this," She croaked out as she blinked rapidly and ran her hand over her head, trying to get the pain to stop.
"He needs to die," Alex muttered as she turned back to Dylan, aiming the gun at his head. "We both know that the only way this ends is with one of us dead," She told Whiteman as she fingered the trigger.
"You're right," Dylan replied as he shifted slightly closer to Alex, pushing himself across the hardwood floor.
"Stop moving!" Alex ordered as she tightened the grip.
"Shoot me."
"Alex, don't! Lex, please don't do this," Olivia pleaded as she finally regained enough awareness to push herself up off of the bed. She stood up on unsteady feet, still heavily disoriented from the blow to her head. "You're going to regret this, sweetie. I can't let you do this."
"I have no choice," Alex whispered as she shook her head, taking a step closer to Dylan. "He has to die, Olivia. He has to pay for everything that he did to Madeline and me. Don't you understand what you did to us?" She cried out at Dylan.
"Tell me," He stated as he smirked at the blonde. "Tell me what I did to you."
"You bastard," She mumbled as she blinked back her tears. "You think this is just a game. Well this isn't a game for me! I can't sleep! I can't let anyone touch me without thinking about you! Every time I'm alone, your disgusting face pops into my mind. You taunt me. But this ends now. You don't have control over me anymore!" She screamed out as she finally pulled the trigger.
The shot rang out into the room, causing Dylan to fall back onto the floor, blood pooling around his chest. A split second later, Alex heard the revolver drop to the floor before her body collided with the wall, Olivia pressed up against her. "No," Olivia cried out as she held Alex against the wall, a second too late to stop the blonde from destroying her life.
Alex reached up and cupped Olivia's face, brushing her brown hair out of the way. "I had no choice," She whispered as her eyes softened, finally meeting Olivia's. "I had no choice…"
Everything seemed to slow down as Olivia's eyes widened and her torso pushed forward, almost as if by an external force. Alex watched as Olivia's brown eyes slowly fluttered closed as her hands slipped down the wall a few inches.
The gunshot finally registered to her ears as she watched Olivia take half a step away from her, her head slowly looking down at the blood pooling around her stomach. Alex's eyes widened as her eyes flashed over to Dylan who was sprawled out on the floor, gun in hand with a smirk on his face. His grin grew before he dropped the gun to the floor, his head thumping against the hardwood as his eyes stayed pinned on her.
Her eyes jerked back to Olivia as the detective fell to her knees, her upper torso slumping against Alex's knees. And finally time seemed to return to normal pace as the blonde dropped down to her knees, grabbing onto Olivia's body. She laid the detective down as her eyes landed on the pool of blood soaking through her night shirt.
"No…" Alex whimpered out as she wrapped her hand around Olivia's side, trying to stop the bleeding from the front and the back. "HELP!" She screamed out as she kneeled over Olivia's body, applying pressure to the gunshot wound. "SOMEONE HELP!" She continued to scream out as she dropped her head against Olivia's collarbone, hot tears streaming down her face.
She was too busy trying to save her detective that she didn't even register the tip of the bullet which remained lodged in her lower abdomen from where it had shot straight through Olivia's body and into hers. "No…"
