Warning: Chapter contains depiction of rape. Read at own discretion.

Meanwhile Wheatley had unbuttoned her blouse. He let it hang open loosely and gently reached for her left hand, unbuttoning the sleeve, then repeating that on the other hand. He reached for her shoulders pushing the blouse down her arms. Olivia set motionless. She had made her peace with the situation. She only hoped it would be over fast and that Wheatley wouldn't be violent with her.

"Mmmh, you really are beautiful", he said, gently letting his fingers move over her collarbone. She couldn't stop a shiver running through her body.

"Oh, don't worry Liv, I can be quite gentle", he said leaning forward trailing kisses down her neck while unbuttoning his own shirt. She wished he wouldn't be. She just wanted it to be over. If he had been rough with her, it would have been easier. She realized that it might be better if he was angry. Even at the risk of him becoming violent again. At least it would eradicate any indication that this was anything else but rape.

"Do you always talk this much?", she tried to edge him on. He stopped, letting his shirt fall to the floor. "No wonder your wife started looking elsewhere". She saw the anger in his eyes flare up but only for a second. Then the smile was back on his lips. "I know what you're doing", he said while placing his hands on her thighs, slowing moving them upwards. "You're trying to make me angry." He had reached the top of her pants and opened the button and zipper.

"Or maybe", she held his gaze, "you can't get it up." This time the change was visible in his entire body. It seemed she had pushed the right buttons this time. He grabbed her hand and put it on his crotch. With the other hand he reached behind her neck, pulling her forward so far, their heads almost touched, and he whispered, "How does this feel to you?".

Then he crashed his lips onto hers. Instinctively she tried to push him away but the hold he had on her neck was too strong. He pulled her hair and used the sound of pain she made to drive his tongue into her mouth.

Elliot could do nothing but watch in horror as the man who was responsible for the death of his wife, now brutalized one of the most important people left in his life.

As soon as he had started the kiss, it was over. He released her and from the momentum she still had to try and push him away she fell backwards onto the cushions. He used the moment to pull her pants and underwear down with one swift motion. She tried to get away from him by moving further up on the couch but her pants around her ankles hindered her range of motion and he was on top of her in seconds.

"No", she whispered. Again, she pushed against him, but he was stronger than her and had the advantageous angle. He grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. Although she had vowed not give him the satisfaction of seeing her hurt, she couldn't stop a whimper from escaping her lips.

It tore straight through Elliot's core. When he saw Wheatley grab down into his pants the terror of what was about to happen nearly tore him apart.

"WHEATLEY, DON'T…..", he screamed at the top of his lungs.

The world around Olivia slowly began to disappear. She didn't hear Elliot scream. Her eyes were squeezed shut and all she could feel was the weight of Wheatley's body on top of her. It instantly transferred her back to the beach house, Lewis climbing on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his hot breach on her neck. Now it was Wheatley's chest pressing painfully against her breasts making it hard to breathe. For a moment she hoped she might faint from the lack of oxygen but then she felt his erection against her thigh and knew she was only seconds away from entering her own personal hell.

Wheatley shifted his weight one more time, his mouth was next to her ear, and he whispered, "Thank Elliot for this."

Then he was inside of her. The pain surprised her a little and she whimpered again, trying to move her hips away from him to allow him the least bit of access but she didn't have a lot of room to move.

Elliot roared, "NOOOOO", only stopping when Wheatley's man punched him in the gut and he double over gasping for air.

Olivia felt like she was being annihilated. She heard Wheatley gasp in her ear.

It was all she heard.

Her eyes were fixed on a spot on the ceiling and her hands started to tingle from the tight grip Wheatley had on her. The pain from her core was reverberating through her entire being with every thrust.

Time seemed to be standing still. She didn't know if he had been on top of her for 10 seconds or 10 minutes. All she could focus on was the tingling in her hands and the pattern of the industrial pipes below the ceiling.

As he was nearing his climax, he tried to bury himself in her even deeper and she just wanted to die.

And then it was over.

He collapsed on top of her, and the weight of his body almost prevented her from breathing but she welcomed the dark that threatened to surround her. At least she wouldn't have to face Elliot ever again. She was staring at the ceiling, Wheatley's breath still hot on her neck. Somewhere in the distance someone was coughing but it barely registered with her. Then Wheatley started to move, he pushed himself off her but still hovered over here, looking down at her face.

"Well…., not quite what I had in mind, but it'll do I guess." She remained motionless, staring at the ceiling. "Come on", he said grabbing her arms, pulling her into a sitting position and moving off the couch completely. He closed his pants and picked his shirt off the ground.

Olivia started shaking. Whether from the cold or the shock she couldn't tell. Slowly, she started to pull her pants and underwear back up her legs, then picked her blouse off the floor and tried to cover herself with it. Her eyes were fixed on the ground.

Wheatley walked up to Elliot who was still trying to catch his breath.

"Quit pro quo, Detective Stabler", he said with an evil look on his face.

"I'm gonna kill you", Elliot spat in his face.

Then all hell broke loose.

"NYP, DROP YOUR GUNS"

Cops started flooding in, weapons drawn.

Amanda Rollins was one of the first through the door. She saw Stabler strapped to the ceiling, Wheatley standing next him and a third man with a gun drawn. It took her a moment to realize the figure on the couch. Only when she moved towards her, she realized it was Liv. She was surprised that Olivia didn't move. She was just sitting there staring into space.

"Cap?", Amanda bent down to try and look into Olivia's eyes. When she didn't get a reaction, she carefully touched her shoulder.

"Liv? Are you ok?"

Olivia startled. It was the first visible reaction Amanda could get out of her.

"Ah….yeah", Olivia started nodding, "Yeah, I'm fine."

That's when Amanda started noticing her appearance. She looked disheveled and her blouse wasn't buttoned up correctly.

"Liv, what happened?", Amanda had a bad feeling.

"Ah….", Olivia shook her head like she was trying to clear the fog in her head.

In the meantime, Wheatley had been arrested and Elliot was released from the handcuffs tying him to the ceiling. He was watching Olivia from across the room. He didn't know if he should approach her. She still seemed pretty out of it, but Detective Rollins was with her and despite not knowing her well, he knew that Olivia and she had a special relationship. He could see that Rollins was helping her off the couch and that Olivia was barely stable on her feet. He decided he owed it to her to be by her side right now.

When he approached them, he heard the younger detective asking again what had happened.

"Hey Liv", when she heard him, she turned her head in his direction without making eye contact.

"Ah…yeah."

"Are you holding up?", he didn't dare to touch her.

"I'll be fine", she turned back around.

"Detective Stabler", Rollins turned to him, "what happened here?"

"Ah…", now it was his turn to stall the answer. It wasn't exactly his story to tell, at least not all of it. But it was Olivia who responded quietly: "I need to go to the hospital."

"Yeah, sure. Let's get you checked out."

"I'll come with you", Elliot really didn't want to leave her out of his sight, but she almost spun around at his suggestion.

"No", she responded forcefully, and he stopped in his tracks. A little softer she repeated, "No, Elliot", at the mention of his name she made brief eye contact, "I'll be fine. Really".

With that she turned around and started walking towards the door with Rollins by her side. The younger woman glanced back at Elliot one more time. She didn't quite know what to make of the interaction she had just witnessed.

"Hey Stabler", it was Fin who had approached him, "you doing ok?"

"Yeah", he was rubbing his wrists absent mindedly watching Olivia leave.

"'Should also get checked out", Fin reminded him.

"Yeah", Elliot repeated. "You're probably right."

"Want me to drive you to the hospital?"

Elliot nodded, "Thanks, man."

"Sure thing. Let's get outta here."