Title: Genesis 9/10
AN: Ok, seriously, I love each and every one of you who have reviewed. This is such a small fandom and to have SO many reviews is unreal. Last two chapters here, hope you enjoy them! If y'all keep this up, you might get a sequel, maybe. J I was debating retiring from fic writing, but perhaps not now. Thank you….
AN2: Bad words in this one…you are warned. I don't think its anything worse than you would see at the 10 o'clock hour anyway.
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Chapter 9: Bad Things
Location Unknown
Manhattan
"Ok, everyone clear on their assignments?" Cragen's voice boomed in the small delivery van.
Heads nodded all around.
"Good. Fin, you're watching DeVries; Munch, you have Jackson; and McMahon, keep an eye on your partner. The meeting is letting out at 7:30, so the other 'participants' are going to hang back while the three women leave. If you see our guy, holler. Just make sure you don't call it too early -- we don't want to tip our hand if its not him -- but not too late either -- we don't have much of a window once he grabs her."
"Gotcha, Captain," Fin says, and looks at his watch. Thirty minutes to meeting time. The women were coming from different directions to avoid suspicion. After the counselor and undercover beat cops arrive, the plan is to watch the women -- in the hopes their guy went after one. With only the three cops and a few other blondes exiting at once, it would be easy to track the targets.
Munch has been watching the monitors and speaks up. "DeVries is here."
Shortly thereafter, Olivia and Jackson get there. Before entering the church, each woman checks in to be sure their earpiece is functioning.
At precisely 7:30, the first of the women exit: Jackson, followed quickly by DeVries and Olivia. All the men watch carefully on the monitors as the women chat for a moment, then exchange a quick hug outside the church before walking their separate ways. The game is on.
Stabler Home
Queens, 7:30 pm
He watches as Kathy starts cleaning up the dinner dishes, having a conversation with Kathleen about college. This is all too surreal for him, and for a moment Elliot wonders if he will flake out on talking to her. He resists the urge to ask Kathleen to leave; that would raise a red flag to the kids, which he doesn't want to do.
For what seems like hours, the girls talk and Elliot allows himself a smile. He does love them, but he has fallen out of love with Kathy long ago. Finally Kathleen gets up from the table and takes off, probably to cause trouble with her siblings.
Manhattan
7:40 pm
"Anything?"
"Nothing," comes McMahon's reply over the intercom. After the meeting started, the men had headed out to previously determined spots on their target's way home, and were surreptitiously following them with back up not far behind.
"Nothing here, Captain." Munch.
"I've got a smelly bum. Anyone want to trade?" Fin asks, quietly.
Negatives are exchanged over the intercoms before McMahon's voice cuts through the silence.
"Hey guys, I have movement."
He'd been watching his partner carefully; she has been following the route and up till now, nothing extraordinary had happened. Mike is determined to catch this guy; no matter what, he wants to be the man that puts the city at peace. To that end, he has scrutinized every man that comes within spitting distance of his partner.
If Olivia had heard him in her earpiece, she didn't indicate it -- she just continued on her path.
"White male, wearing a black leather coat. Approaching from the front."
Mike watches the man walk by, and turn his head to get another look at the brunette. Mike watches as the man keeps walking, still sneaking glances behind him, almost as if he is keeping an eye on her. Suspicious, to say the least.
A grunt is heard in his earpiece, but Mike disregards it; it sounds like one of the other detectives moving around. Mike watches for another half a block as the guy walks into a party store and starts hitting on the clerk.
Not the guy.
Turning back, he is surprised to find Olivia gone from view. She was supposed to take 82nd all the way to Lex and then turn right. They were still four blocks from Lexington, and his partner had vanished without a trace.
"I've lost visual," he says into the mic at his chest, panic starting to settle in.
"With your suspect?" Cragen asks.
"No, with Olivia."
Stabler House
7:45
"Kath…" His tone is hesitant. This isn't going to be easy for either of them.
"Yeah?"
He pauses for a moment, looking at the questioning expression on his wife's face. It wasn't so long ago that her eyes always held a spark for him, something he always saw when she looked at him. Suddenly, Elliot isn't sure when it left, but he knows why.
Just as he is about to speak, Kathy's voice interrupts him. "You know, I forgot to ask about Olivia. How is she?"
He had told Kathy where he was going; he had told her why. He was concerned for Olivia, and for some reason, Kathy had been more than understanding. At the time, he hadn't questioned it, but now he does.
"She's…good. They might be wrapping up the case tonight." Elliot tries to hide the expression of anxiety and fear that crosses his features. Hopefully, Kathy doesn't see it.
"Worried about her?"
She had.
"Yeah, I am."
No point in lying now.
"I can understand that. She's still your friend." Kathy turns back to the counter. He's sure he saw something in her eyes.
"Yeah, she is." Licking his lips, he takes a deep breath and plunges in. "Kathy, come here. Sit."
Nervously, she turns back and sits across the table from him, looking directly into his eyes. Elliot looks into those eyes, ones that he's looked into a thousand times.
She knows. God knows how, but she knows.
"Kathy, I….I need to tell you something." Her face is passive; she knows, but she still needs to hear it from him. Confirmation. "Olivia and I….we're more than friends."
Slowly, she nods. He doesn't need to keep going; it's written all over her face. Pursing her lips, she sighs audibly, before reaching over and grabbing his clasped, and very sweaty, hands.
"Its ok, Elliot."
That was the last thing he was expecting.
"I'm sorry? What?"
"I said its ok. I…understand."
Manhattan
7:43 pm
"White male, wearing a black leather coat. Approaching from the front." She hears Mike's voice in her earpiece, and glances at the man he had pointed out.
'Nope, not him,' she thinks. He is checking her out pretty thoroughly in plain view; she doubts their perp is so bold.
Olivia turns her head slightly as he passes, just in time to catch him checking out her ass. 'Definitely not him'.
As she swings her head back to the front, she collides with a solid chest. As she is about to apologize and step around, she is surprised when she is forcibly shoved into an alley. One gloved hand is securely over her mouth; all she has gotten out was a grunt.
The next thing she knows, the man has her pinned against the alley wall -- the cold brick pressing into her back. Shit -- not good, not at all. Mike should have seen her though; the calvary should be there soon. But if they had seen her, where the hell are they? That's when Mikes voice cackles into her earpiece.
"I've lost visual…..No, with Olivia."
Shit. This just went from bad to worse.
Her attention is shifted to her own situation instead of trying to follow the men's conversation about her whereabouts. The perp is pressing into her hard, making breathing a struggle. Bringing one knee up, Olivia tries to get him in the sack, but is halted by a hand stopping her motion. He leans into her and she can feel his breath on her neck as he whispers to her.
"You scream or fight, and its going to be that much worse." To emphasize his point, he puts a large boning knife to the soft flesh of her neck. She nods in submission; she needs him to think he is in control.
"Please, just don't kill me." She affects her best vulnerable voice and hopes he buys it.
"You're already dead, whore," he rambles into her ear, his entire body now forced against hers. She couldn't move a muscle, even if she wanted to. The man continues calling her every name in the book, rambling incoherently, which only causes more panic to settle into her stomach. Unstable perps are the ones that typically are the most dangerous; they have no regard for the lives of others.
Again the mic starts in her ear; for a moment, she feels less alone -- relieved that she can hear her fellow detectives. Until she realizes that her captor can hear it too.
"What the hell is that?" he asks angrily, and quickly finds the source. He rips it painfully from her ear, the microphone attached to her coat coming with it.
He backs from her slightly, still holding the knife against her, and inspects his find. Thanks to his dark hooded sweatshirt, Olivia can't see his expression, but she can feel the anger radiating from him.
"You're a cop?!"
She remains silent as he throws the earpiece to the ground and turns back to her, roughly grabbing her upper arm and turning her 180 degrees so now she is facing the wall with her back to him. Quickly, he gropes under her leather coat and finds her gun, pulling it out with force before violently shoving her back. It seems with every action, he becomes more agitated and more brutal. For once in her life, Olivia is truly terrified; this man is twice her size, her backup is nowhere to be found and now he has her gun.
"You're a fucking cop! You whore! Thought you could catch me, did you?" He points the gun at her head, and she involuntarily closes her eyes before forcing them open again. "Scared, bitch? Yeah you are; you had the advantage, but not anymore. I have control…Me, not you."
She watches pure unadulterated hatred flash in his eyes as he closes the distance between them. He leans into her again, whispering in her ear.
"You pretended to be a victim. Well, sweetheart, now you will be."
Outside the Alley
Manhattan
Cragen comes racing across the road to McMahon's position. Lucky for him, traffic is light, and he has no trouble except a couple horns blown in his direction.
"Where is she?" he demands of McMahon. Cragen has never been so worried before.
"I…I don't know. She was right there. I watched the guy walk into the party store, and when I turned back, she was gone."
Quickly, Cragen runs his hands over his face. This cannot be happening. His best detective is missing and her partner doesn't have a clue. While he is thinking of the best plan, Munch and Fin appear, shooting disgusted looks at McMahon. They had all heard the guy rambling at Olivia before pulling her mic, which sends tendrils of fear into each of their hears.
"Ok, she was heading north on 82nd. Fin and Munch, start a search from where she was spotted last; I'll call in units. Check alleys. McMahon and I will search open apartment buildings. We have to find her quick…." He lets the implication dangle; they all knew this guy didn't take his time with his victims. The coroner had pegged the other victims' death within minutes of abduction.
As they disperse, Cragen calls in as many units as he can get on short notice. Snapping his phone closed, he debates making one more call, but decides not to. No point in worrying Elliot until they find her, one way or the other.
Unknown Location, Manhattan
Looking around, Olivia searches for any means to escape. Her abductor's words scare her to the core, but she doesn't let it show, keeping her expression an emotionless stone.
"You're going to regret the day you met me, lady," he hisses at her.
"I already do," she responds back, and is immediately punished with a vicious fist to the jaw. Snapping her head back, she instinctively goes to hit him, but he easily grabs her hand and twists it painfully backwards. Involuntarily, she lets out a moan at the pain.
"Better get used to it. Pain, that is."
Olivia can now feel blood running along her lip; she had bit it when he hit her and it only serves to anger her -- rage somehow replacing her natural survival instinct. Olivia Benson won't take this shit from anyone, especially not a perp, and her mouth gets the better of her. "What is WRONG with you? Your momma not give you enough love?"
Something in his eyes changes, his anger turning into something more virulent and Olivia hopes if she angers him enough, he will slip. Or buy her backup time to find her.
"Yeah, that must be it. Everyone blames their mothers these days -- how about you? Hmmm? Not love you? Maybe she loved you too much." Olivia practically spits out the last words, and instantly regrets it when his hand not holding hers makes a hard connection with her ribs. This time she manages not to cry out.
"Shut up, bitch -- you don't know anything."
Breathing slowly to help with the pain now radiating in her side, she speaks. "I know…more than you…think."
"They were whores! All of them! They asked for it! They dressed like whores and when those men did what they did, they called the cops and had them arrested for nothing. Because THEY felt guilty about fucking a stranger!"
His eyes flash red as he approaches her, throwing her gun down the alley and brandishing the knife. In that instant, Olivia knows she went in the wrong direction with this guy.
"You're a whore too, and now you'll pay for it like the others."
Now he has her pinned against the wall quicker than she expected, the knife hovering dangerously at her abdomen. Still trying to get her breath from being punched, Olivia doesn't hear the sirens in the distance until they are right outside where she is.
They both turn to the noise, and the man leans into her. "I'm sorry we have to cut this short."
Suddenly, a sharp pain registers in her side, and she can feel the knife sliding through her skin like it is butter. She can feel the cold steel work its way through her body, tearing through muscle, fat, veins, anything and everything in its way. She opens her mouth to scream, but a gloved hand covers her mouth, stifling the sound.
"Goodbye," he whispers and places a quick kiss on her forehead, as he pulls the knife out quickly, twisting it to inflict maximum damage.
By now, the edges of Olivia's vision are starting to blur and she can feel blood trickling down her side. When he pulls the knife out, the searing pain doesn't even allow her to scream; it's all she can do to stay conscious. She watches as the man walks calmly away, and she slides down the wall, holding one hand to her side, coming to stop in a half sitting position. The trickle of blood has almost increased to a flood, and she can see red staining the concrete next to her.
Swallowing, she tries to keep control, and fumbles for the cell phone in her pocket. Her hands are shaking too violently though, and she can't seem to get a sufficient hold and extract the object.
Oh God, the pain. Agonizing. All she wants to do is close her eyes against it and give into the blackness she can feel sneaking up on her. Just close her eyes, go to sleep and the pain would be gone.
'NO!' her mind screams at her. She refuses to give in like this, give the perp the satisfaction of ending her life in some back alley. Unacceptable. Letting out a low groan, Olivia slides down the wall the rest of the way, the effort of staying upright too much for her. Lying on her back, she can hear cops, and….gunfire? Then a voice -- Fin's voice! Calling her name. Licking her lips and swallowing hard, she tries to call out to him, but every breath causes a sharp pain in her chest.
"Fin…." she practically whispers.
Olivia can feel tears running down her face now. The pain is almost unbearable, and she feels an even harder tug to slip into unconsciousness. Again, Fin's voice calls out her name, but closer this time. Much closer. Opening eyes she hadn't even realized she had closed, Olivia sees the other man running to her, coming to a sharp stop on his knees next to her.
"Olivia! Back here!" To Olivia, his voice is far away -- like in a tunnel, despite the fact he is mere inches from her face.
She can hear him giving her reassurances that she'll be fine and to hang in there, but a sudden wave of nausea floods her, and she finally gives into the darkness that has been staked out at the edge of her mind. The last thing she remembers is Fin calling her name in terror.
tbc……………………..