A/N: Thank you guys for reading!! I'm posting this update soon after the last one, as promised. I kinda made up a couple of things- I'm not sure if it's a real thing, but it served the purpose of what I'm wanting out of this story. As usual- I do not own these characters. I hope you enjoy!
Elliot POV
I changed into my sweatpants, and crawled on my bed with my laptop. Opening the browser, I typed Olivia Benson NYPD into the search bar. There were articles about some of her cases, her award. Then an article pulled up from mid- 2013, "NYPD Detective Kidnapped by Serial Rapist".
There were several articles like it. They recounted what Olivia had told me, and of course, the speculations that she had been raped. There were pictures, her coming out of the beach house she described. And my heart broke. She looked bewildered. And that's not even a word I'd use to describe her ever. She had blood on her face from the wounds on her head; marks on her wrists, holes and cuts on her blouse. Cigarettes. Keys. Hangers. I flashed back to Olivia's words. "He burned me with them." There's a picture of her outside the station with Cassidy. Her arm is in a sling, bruises on her face. Jesus.
I scroll more, coming to articles about William Lewis. And that's when I see his picture. Fucking bastard. There's pictures of him from his first trial, and then the trial after he took Liv. I smiled, as I saw the almost backwards "C" shaped scar that hooked around his eye. That's my Liv. I know that Liv wasn't proud of herself for it; but I was proud of her -for her. Pictures of Liv from the trial. Her eyes are hardened; distant. Her bruises had healed. There's more articles from later that year- talking about Lewis' escape, and about Liv's recapture. There's a video, and I click on it. It's her televised confession.
Standing there, shoulders squared, head held high in her sergeant's uniform, offering public apology for that monster. Just to save a child. If I was there, there's no way I would've let her do that. And when she ditched her protective detail, I would have found her- like I always did. She wouldn't have faced him, again, alone. But, I wasn't. And I felt sick with myself. I opened up her box- the pieces of me she kept, and I dug out the mini badge. I examined it, and discovered that there were bits of almost black stuck to it around the edges. Dear God. That's her blood. I knew it instantly. I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I cried. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't take the fact that I didn't know about this and that I wasn't here for it. I had to know more.
I wiped my face on the back of my arm and kept scrolling. I'm breezing over articles and links when I come across one that catches my eye. "NYPD Lieutenant's Son Kidnapped". What? I click on it, and reading it, my stomach hit the floor. Liv hasn't gotten to tell me about this yet, and guilt immediately flushes over me. I feel as if I'm almost intruding into private secrets. In a way, I am. Noah was kidnapped by his biological grandmother? I know it's not Olivia's mom, so, then maybe the father's? Liv. I know she had to have lost it. I know how bad she's always wanted a child to love, to build the kind of family that she never had. And I've seen her with Noah. She loves him. She's a good mother. There's not a place in heaven or hell that would keep her from finding her child.
My conscience wouldn't let me continue reading it; so I exited off the web and logged onto the NYPD records site for NYPD use only. I typed in Liv's name and the bastards name. It brought up the pdf, and I downloaded it. Her IAB interview, the hospital results, psych eval, pictures- all of it was there. And nothing could've prepared me for the pictures. She had fractured ribs- broken wrist. Burns. Cuts. Contusions. Her psych eval confirmed PTSD. Pictures of her apartment. Everything destroyed, the chair she was tied up in, blood on the floor. Her blood. Pans and keys on the stove. Jesus. It was disaster zone. I had seen all I needed to see. I shut down the site, and my computer. I looked at the time- 7:15am. I pulled out my phone and called Bell. I'm taking a personal day.
I picked us up some coffees and a couple of breakfast sandwiches, not that I was all that hungry- but I didn't want to make her suspicious, and I sat out by her front door. I didn't want to wake her up, I wanted to wait until I heard movement. So, I'd been sitting there for maybe ten minutes, when my phone dinged.
"Hey El, I have today off. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up later."
I texted back.
"Open your door, Liv."
I stood, and I heard her footsteps pad towards the door. She opened the door, and with a smile, let me in. I walked over and set the coffees and sandwiches on the counter.
"I brought us a little breakfast." She walks over to me. "Thanks, El." She walks around the counter to her fridge. "So, you just so happened to have the day off, too?" I suppress a smile. "Yeah, I did." I busy myself with emptying the contents of the bag, and I hear her fridge shut. "And you just so happened to be in the neighborhood?" I couldn't suppress this smile. I looked at her. "Stop being such a cop." We both had a good laugh, and a cup of orange juice.
A/N: And here it is, for now. And I had to throw the ode to the season 1 scene in here! As always, please read and review! Enjoy!
