TITLE: When the Heart Bleeds
AUTHOR: RaeAnne
DISCLAIMER: see chapter one. The song in the end is the chorus of "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit
AN: Hey all I am SO sorry it has taken so long to get this up! The holidays are so hectic! I hope you all had a merry Christmas and a happy New Year! My number one New Year resolution is to finish this story! (note: unlike my goal to eat healthier and travel around the world I intend to keep this one! Lol) Okay on with the story! Hope you enjoy it and review! Thank you to the faithful reviewers who have stood this through my flu, the long time between updates, the holidays' everything you haven't forgotten and have always reviewed THANK YOU! RaeAnne
Chapter 8:
When the Heart Bleeds
Elliot watched Olivia head into the wide open space of the empty parking lot, his heart nearly stopping as she paused in the center.
"Okay Jack, I'm here…" Olivia breathed the darkness of predawn holding her save for the weak light the single tall street light.
"What did he say about you not sending Sam?" the Captain asked Bailey as the watched the monitor a few yards from the lot.
"He didn't, the message just said he wanted Olivia here and the rest would come to light soon…" Bailey breathed clicking his pen as he eyed his wife sitting on the floor of the van watching out the open back door.
"Okay there is definite movement on the road, can't get in the vehicle on the screen yet…" Fraley said turning his attention from the screen where they had received Jack instant untraceable messages to the second of three screens on the van wall.
"Olivia is just standing there, when is something going to happen?" Elliot demanded bursting in at the back doors.
"Mellow Elliot, its part of his game, its okay nothing is going to happen!" the Captain said slowly speaking to himself as much as his detective. Elliot was silent as he eyed his captain lips drawn in a straight tight line anger and desperation ripping through him.
"Come on Jack… come and get me you…" Olivia cursed under breath as the only light in the area went black and an explosion sounded from the area of the FBI van and her world went just as black.
Smoldering ashes drifted in the air and a red rose fell to the ground as the December sun kissed the sky.
"Mmm, hope I didn't hurt you too bad," a seedy voice murmured in her ear as hands removed a thick blindfold.
"Elliot…" Olivia whispered hoarsely her through dry and head pounding.
"Oh your friends…. They just were in the way! My dear sweat Samantha… oh dear Sam…" the man sighed adjusting the ropes on her wrists.
"Jack!" she declared everything finally coming full circle in her fogy mind.
"Right! You will be good at this!" he said clapping his hands gleefully.
The room was damp and smelled musty. She wiggled her nearly numb legs and found them shackled to the legs of an aluminum chair then found her hands in much the same manner. One solitary bulb hung from the ceiling like a bad mob movie, it was the only source of light in the windowless room. A narrow metal from bed with a stained tattered mattress was the only other furniture. The door to this hellish cell must have been behind her for Olivia could see it has her eyes came into focus.
"Why is my head spinning… and my heart feels like it's going to fly out of my chest?" Olivia asked forcing her voice to stay even, trying to remember everything she ever learned about handling deranged perps.
"It's the shot I gave you… should wear off soon, in the mean time lets talk!" he said sitting across from her on the bed.
"Yes, lets, you said you knew my father…" she said feeling strength returning to her.
"Well you certainly cut to the chase don't you!" he said with a smile. She glared. "Feisty thing," he said mostly to himself.
"Most of my questions I have answered myself, you are the man writing the notes to me, the one who killed innocent people to get to me! The whole Cupid thing was so clever!" Olivia said with just enough praise to warm him up.
Jack just let out a teasing snicker and crossed his legs folding his hands over them. "You are partly right dear, about which part I won't tell! This is just too fun! You're smart like I said; I think you'll get it without me spelling it out! Pity your partner won't see you figure it out!"
Olivia's heart pounded as the last few minutes at the parking lot flooded over her. Silence slammed itself over them as Olivia felt her insides twists and fear spilled inside of her.
"You killed them! You killed them! There was an explosion… you killed them didn't you!" she stated more then asked as tears, tears of anger, tears of fear and hurt welled in her eyes. Jack just smiled.
"There there, I told you, you would get it! Why don't I let you just thinking about that for a while… when one has nothing to lose one is more likely to give up all," he sneered standing and heading for the door which she determined to be behind her. "Be a good girl and I'll untie you," he said once he was behind her. She didn't answer just starred straight ahead.
"Suit yourself," he shrugged and went out the heavy metal door. Once the door was shut Olivia's head hung and she let a dry sob ravage her soul.
"No, no, please God no," she cried as she struggled violently against her restraints. She fought her tears and restraints tell her head hurt from cry and her wrists throbbed from the rubbing. She strained her neck upward and dropped her shoulders as she screamed in one finally outburst.
"This wasn't supposed to happen!" she whispered head falling and tears stopping.
"Should we be doing this? I think it's getting out of hand…"
"Oh shut up! We've got her, you wanted her! I still want my precious Samantha… who I will have…."
"But my butterfly… you hurt her… look at her you took away her partner…."
"Yes, but she would have never come to you if I hadn't! See she's open and ready now!"
"But my butterfly….."
"Oh please, let's just get this over with so I get Samantha!"
"You're awake," Jack said coming in the room. Olivia's body went ridged and she whished she could hide her red puffy eyes but she just sat straight as a board and dared him to try anything.
"We've been watching you…" Jack started sitting a plate of spaghetti on the bed. She turned her head towards him question flickering in her eyes just long enough for him to catch it. "Aww, you didn't spot the camera in the corner, I thought you were more aware then that," Jack sighed twirling the fork with spaghetti. "Oh well," he said plucking the noodles off then licking his lips.
Olivia turned her head away as tried to make her stomach quiet, but it growled. "Are you hungry?" he asked a sick gleam in his eyes. She wouldn't look at him.
"See if you were a good girl I would let you loose and you could eat, but you might try something foolish like stabbing me with the fork," he laughed knowing full well that was indeed on her mind.
"Why are you keeping me here?" she asked turning back to him.
"Because for some strange reason your father wants me to," he said absently though keeping an eye on her gauging her response.
"My father? Is he here?" she demanded.
"Indeed," he said with giddy, oh how he loved a good plot!
"How do you know him?" she pushed even harder.
"Oh, one thing at a time! Have you figured out who I am yet?" he asked tipping his head as he moved within inches of her face.
"You are Jack," she said not flinching even as his sickly sweet ghastly breath fanned her.
"I am, but there is more… how much more if for you to figure out."
"How do you expect me to do that! You don't give me anything to figure out!"
"But I have! All the pieces are there you just have to put them together! Why do I bother with you when you know my real goal is Samantha? Why do hold you here teasing you with little information on your father…. Why why why! These are the questions, it's up to you to come up with the answers," he said circling her. She remained deadly still mind turning over the evidence over and over.
"I need more information! Answer some questions," she said forcing her voice to be steady. He seemed to ponder the question for a long second then nodded.
"Are you Jeremy Dawson?"
"No,"
"Is the man who claims he is Cupid Jeremy Dawson?" she asked remember the contradictory profile Sam had come up with.
"Yes and no, did we want you to believe him to be, then the answer is yes, but is Cupid the same man as Jeremy Dawson then the answer is no," he said.
"Who is this we you refer to?" she questioned her pulse quickening with her question.
"Myself…and your father,"
Olivia's head was swimming as she took in the information. "What?" she cried letting emotion tinge her voice, the emotion she had been trying so hard to block.
"Oh yes, he has been very instrumental in this whole plan!"
"What? Why? I don't understand!"
"I know you don't. It's simple really; I'm not really sure how much I should tell you though…"
"Everything, like you said one who has lost everything has nothing to lose so there for will give up all, what is there for you to lose? You lost your Samantha in that explosion… I lost the love of my life…my mother died a while ago… so really what's there to lose? Why don't we give it all up?" she spoke coyly.
He smiled happily, "Nice turn around, and turn about is fair play, but it doesn't mean I will play fair. You're father has been in your life almost from the day you were born… though you never knew it. He has a mental disorder you see, doesn't always see things clearly," Jack said slowly then paused for a few moments letting Olivia crave more.
"Okay, but where do you come in? Why would you come to New York to stalk me? Samantha was in Georgia, why would you bring everything here?" Olivia questioned trying not to let the thought of her father watching her all her life paralyze her.
"It's a complicated matter. She's pregnant as you know, that baby I will have! Malone has been between her and I too long, here I have them away from their safety zone, not to mention the easy access to her daughter while they are away," he shrugged. Olivia watched him carefully; he was growing uncomfortable, uneasy with this line of questioning.
"But why out of the thousands of people here did you choose my father, me, to use in your plan?" she asked the wheels spinning faster and faster things coming together.
"It wasn't your plan!" she cried. He shot a freezing glare at her as his whole demeanor changed. Instead of laid back and taking joy in her hurt he was now angry and harsh.
"Shut up!" he said coming to her and raising his hand and slapped her, hard.
She was too stunned to even flinch. She felt the immediate warmth from the bloodied lip. Her cheek stung and she was sure it was all ready starting to swell.
"Stop it Jack!" an unfamiliar voice filled the room as the noisy door was opened.
"Get out Jer! I've got this!" Jack barked angrily. Olivia tried to twist to see the male voice but was unable.
"Fine, but untie her please! And don't hit her again!" the deep voice said hard in its determination. Jack eyed the unseen man but pulled a set of keys and went behind Olivia.
"You try anything and so help me…" Jack breathed as he released her. Jack held to the chair with a hand as he undid her hands then with a whispered thread left the room.
Olivia drew in a shaky shallow breath as she rubbed her sore joints and touch her tender cheek but recoiled from the tenderness.
"Can you hear me sir? Can you tell me your name?"
"'Liv…. She…where is she?"
"Sir… sir!"
