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Warning: This has a mention of William Lewis, although nothing graphic is mentioned. There is a character death.

Notes: Some of you may have read most of this in the thread on my Twitter page, but I expanded on it and changed some things. I based the idea on some fans mentioning they were shooting a scene in a warehouse. My mind immediately thought of it ending up as fault 2.0.

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Bang

Olivia jumped in the chair at the sound of Wheatley throwing something across the room. Her eyes followed him, till he sat down in a chair at a desk not far away from her, a gun held in his left hand. She glanced at the monitor on the desk, showing no movement. Part of Wheatley's finest security, according to him. His way of knowing if anyone breached the building of the abandoned warehouse he brought her to.

"Now that I have your attention, shall we continue with our conversation?" He asked, looking at her sitting across from him. Her arms and legs, handcuffed to the chair, tape over her mouth. Her eyes staring back at him, a storm of emotions held within.

"Elliot Stabler. I am sure you thought he forgot about you. I mean, 10 years and not even a phone call. Such a shame." Wheatley said as he looked at her face before continuing.

"Detective Stabler would visit the Palermo Cathedral often. He would go to this one statue every time without fail. He would stand there and pray in front of it. Olivia of Palermo, Saint Olivia. He would pray for you. He'd pray for your health, safety, and happiness. Crying, praying to one day reunite with you, that you would forgive him."

Tears had gathered in her eyes, wondering if what Wheatley said was the truth. Knowing in her heart it was because that is the type of thing her Elliot would do.

"He spent hours praying for you. Yet, you know what is ironic, Olivia? The day that horrible man…what was his name?" He asked, looking in her eyes, smiling at the pain this was causing.

"Ah, yes. My apologies. It slipped my mind for a moment. William Lewis. The day that man kidnapped you, Detective Stabler was at the cathedral praying for your safety. You are the love of his life, yet he never even knew the moment you needed him the most."

Wheatley looked at her, seeing the emotions in her eyes. He knew what this was doing to her. The pain she was enduring. Oh, he never touched her aside from having someone knock her unconscious. But the mental pain she was enduring. It always amazed him how sometimes words could hurt more than physical pain ever could. It was one of his favorite weapons. Physical torture, you could see. It's messy and leaves behind evidence. Emotional torture, however, leaves no physical evidence, except the scarring on the person's heart.

That old rhyme came to mind, 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.' They were wrong.

"Poor Olivia. In New York, dealing with everything, trying to gather strength, while the love of her life is off gallivanting through Italy with his wife. I can sense you have questions. How does he know about this? See, I always knew where you were. I had all of you tracked. Where you went, who you saw, who you texted. I even know about that letter a certain someone wrote to you, Olivia."

Wheatley then reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. He unfolds it and begins reading the contents out loud. The words are not a surprise to Olivia, but hearing them from someone that is not Elliot is unsettling.

"I know I hurt you. That is something I will never forgive myself for. I just need you to know, no matter what…"

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Wheatley quickly turned around, checking the monitor on the desk. Seeing Stabler and Bell have entered the building, he got up and walked over to where Olivia sat, the letter forgotten where it fell on the floor. He took his gun and aimed it at Olivia's head.

"Looks like Detective Stabler and Sargent Bell have tried to come to your rescue. We will see how they plan to get out of this."

It felt like hours, but the time dragged on as she watched Stabler and Bell on the screen, making their way to where she was being held. Wanting to scream out at them to go back and save themselves.

Bell and Stabler burst through the door, weapons drawn. Both sets of eyes widening at the situation. The familiarity of the situation immediately bringing tears to Elliot's eyes.

"Put the weapon down, Richard," Bell says to him, her voice calm, but underlined with fear. Her friend, her mentor, is being held captive.

"But why would I do that? Olivia and I were having such a spirited conversation. Isn't that right Olivia?"

"Put the gun down, Wheatley, now!" Elliot yells at him, seeing the gun get pushed closer to Olivia's head.

"Wheatley, last chance. Drop your weapon and everyone here can come out of this alive," Bell said, moving slightly to her left, hoping for a better angle.

"Who said I wanted that? You know, my ex-wife may have thought she killed Elliot's love, but I know better. I have her right where I want to. One pull and there goes Olivia, the one true love of his life." Wheatley said, a smirk on his face, his arrogance shining through.

Elliot glances at Olivia, seeing no blood anywhere. He looks into her eyes, having a silent conversation with her.

'Take the shot.'

'I won't. I don't want to cause your death.'

'I trust you. You won't.'

'I won't do it. I am not losing someone else.'

Now he knows how she felt. At that moment, he knows why she couldn't pull the trigger. Everything they've been through flashes through his mind. The last being her son, Noah. That sweet little boy that he met for all of two seconds that day in the park. He couldn't be the reason that little boy, doesn't have a mother anymore.

As he looks at her, he doesn't notice Wheatley while talking about Angela, made a fatal mistake. He took a step back from Olivia and moved to aim his gun at Elliot.

Bang

Bang

Two shots rang out, the sound ricocheting through the abandoned warehouse.

There's a scream as the bullets leave the guns.

"LIV!"

A body falls to the floor.

The backup has finally arrived.

Chaos. Madness.

Elliot rushes over to Olivia, who is still in the chair now splattered with Richard Wheatley's blood. He works with an officer to free her. Medics rush in, separating to check on those who need help.

One goes to Benson, assessing that she is alright.

The second medic goes to Wheatley, kicking the gun away from him. He is pronounced dead.

The third medic rushes to Bell, who is still standing in shock. Shock over what just happened. How she almost lost two people in a second. The last few minutes rushing through her mind over and over.

A scream.
A fallen body.
She took the shot.

The end.