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"Jesus," said Elliot as he quickly ducked behind a downed tree. Olivia yelped as he grabbed and pulled her along with him.
"What the hell is going on?" she asked as she quickly ducked.
Elliot didn't respond, he just reached into the back of his shorts and grabbed his gun, Olivia followed suit and did the same thing.
Another shot rang out, and nicked the tree next to them. Elliot rolled to the side and fired his gun. "I don't even know what I'm firing at," he said frustrated at his lack of a target.
"Liv can you walk?" asked Elliot looking at the wooded area behind them.
"I think so," she said looking down at her ever swelling ankle.
Elliot looked over at her, knowing very well that she wasn't okay, but they really didn't have a choice. "Alright," he said unsure, "let's go."
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Meanwhile back in New York...
"So how is the happy couple doing?" asked John Munch as he entered the precinct and sat at his desk.
"Cap talked to them today," said Fin looking over at him, "They already knew about Katrina and Matt Winlock."
"How did they find that out?" asked Munch as he turned on his computer.
"Apparently some waiter told them."
The captain walked out of his office and approached the two detectives at their desks, "I just got a call and I have bad news"
The two detectives looked at their captain and he began to speak, "Matt and Katrina Winlock, they aren't dead."
"What do you mean? We got confirmation from the Mazatlan authorities yesterday," said Fin standing up.
"Yeah, well they just called back, they went down to check out the car yesterday afternoon and there were no bodies."
"So what does this mean?" asked Munch standing up and joining the two men.
"Well I've been thinking about that," said the captain. "Don't you think it's odd that all of the couples that were chosen were from New York? I mean couples from LA, Seattle, Boston, they all must go down there on vacation too."
"So that means that whoever was doing this knew the couples were specifically from New York," said Munch, a light bulb going on in his head.
"Which means it was an inside job," added Fin.
"Which means Katrina and Matt Winlock just became our two number one suspects," the captain finished.
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Elliot put his arm under Olivia and helped her up; the two ran/limped into the wooded area. Olivia grimaced as the pain shot up her leg from her ankle.
"It's going to be okay Olivia," he said helping her along.
Olivia wanted to believe him but they were under fire from what seemed like two guns, things were definitely not okay. Just then another shot rang out. Elliot felt Olivia fall from his grasp.
He didn't want to look down, he was afraid of what he was going to find. "Liv," he called out turning to her, she was lying on the ground, and hastily he flipped her over.
"Damnit," she said grabbing her thigh. Elliot let out a sigh of relief when he saw that the bullet had just barely grazed her leg; painful but hardly life threatening.
"You okay?" he asked still concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine," Olivia replied in a pissed off voice, "It is not my day," she added trying to stand up on her leg.
"Liv you have two bad legs, you can't walk."
"I'm fine," she said trying to stand up, but her legs gave out from under her.
"No you're not," said Elliot reaching down to help her up, but this time the pain was too much, Olivia slowly fell to the ground passing out.
"Liv," Elliot cried, he could hear footsteps getting closer, "LIV," he screamed at her lightly tapping the side of her face. But she was out.
With a slight sigh he lifted her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, "alright here we go" he said, and he continued to run, looking for somewhere to hide. Elliot ran for several minutes, shooting back occasionally at the blind steps behind him. He knew they were getting close.
Another shot rang out, and it hit Elliot in his back. Slowly, he fell to the ground taking Olivia with him. The impact of the fall woke her up for a minute, and she looked down at the blood gushing around them. "Elliot," she screamed before passing out one more time.
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"I got him," said Matt, looking over at the man with him. "Grab them and let's go."
The two men walked over to where the two bodies lay intertwined on the ground. "They aren't dead senor," said the man with Matt.
"I don't want them dead," said Matt looking up at him, "Let's go.
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"I can't get a hold of them," said Cragen slamming down the phone in his office, "their cell phone is out of service."
"That's odd," said Munch taking a seat in one of Cragen's chairs, "Let's call the hotel."
"Hello," said Cragen after a few rings, "Can I please speak to Elliot Stabler, in the penthouse."
"Senor," said the woman on the other end, "they are gone for the day, can I take a message."
"No," the captain snapped, "would anyone know where they went?"
"Yes, I'll get Senor Eduardo for you, one moment."
There was a click on the other end of the phone and then a man picked up; "How may I help you?" Eduardo asked in a calming tone. Inside however he was not calm, he knew something had gone wrong.
"This is Captain Donald Cragen with the NYPD, I'm looking for Elliot and Olivia Stabler."
"They went for a drive today," Eduardo said as nonchalantly as possible, "may I help you with something?"
"We need to get a hold of them," said Cragen urgently.
Eduardo realized that things were just getting worse, "I know why you need them," he said almost at a whisper.
"What do you know?" asked the captain.
"I know that they are in danger."
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Slowly Olivia woke up and looked around. She was in a very nice, hotel looking room. She wasn't really sure what was going on, and then it hit her..."Elliot" she screamed out.
She could hardly even feel her legs below her. One was shooting with pain from her sore ankle, and the other was numb from the spot where the bullet had grazed her leg.
"Hello Detective Benson," said a voice from across the room.
Olivia looked over at him, "Who are you?" she asked. She paused and added, "You just called me Detective Benson."
"Well that is your name Olivia," said the man, she recognized him, she just wasn't sure where from.
"You didn't think you could fool us forever did you?" asked the man. "I mean a married couple from New York, whom I'd never met?"
"Matt Winlock," she breathed, "Where's my partner?"
"Oh he's being taken care of," said Matt, "Don't worry; he's not dead...yet."
"I want to see him," she demanded laying her head back on the bed, "where is he?"
"Oh you will see him, I promise."
"Why are you doing this?" asked Olivia looking up at Matt as he walked over and hovered over her.
"You don't even know what I'm doing yet Olivia," he said running his hand along her wounded leg.
"Why do you want us?"
"The same reason I wanted those other couples, you make me money," said Matt sitting down on the bed.
Olivia tensed as Matt ran his hand up to her arm. He was stopped however when a woman walked in the door.
"Katrina," said Matt looking at her, "I was just explaining to Olivia here that her partner would be fine."
"I know what you were doing Matt," said Katrina rolling her eyes, "We have guests here we need to attend to, let's go."
"Sorry Detective Benson, we have to go."
"I want to see my partner," said Olivia glaring at the couple.
Katrina looked at her husband, "alright we'll bring him in," she said finally.
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"Jesus," said Elliot as he quickly ducked behind a downed tree. Olivia yelped as he grabbed and pulled her along with him.
"What the hell is going on?" she asked as she quickly ducked.
Elliot didn't respond, he just reached into the back of his shorts and grabbed his gun, Olivia followed suit and did the same thing.
Another shot rang out, and nicked the tree next to them. Elliot rolled to the side and fired his gun. "I don't even know what I'm firing at," he said frustrated at his lack of a target.
"Liv can you walk?" asked Elliot looking at the wooded area behind them.
"I think so," she said looking down at her ever swelling ankle.
Elliot looked over at her, knowing very well that she wasn't okay, but they really didn't have a choice. "Alright," he said unsure, "let's go."
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Meanwhile back in New York...
"So how is the happy couple doing?" asked John Munch as he entered the precinct and sat at his desk.
"Cap talked to them today," said Fin looking over at him, "They already knew about Katrina and Matt Winlock."
"How did they find that out?" asked Munch as he turned on his computer.
"Apparently some waiter told them."
The captain walked out of his office and approached the two detectives at their desks, "I just got a call and I have bad news"
The two detectives looked at their captain and he began to speak, "Matt and Katrina Winlock, they aren't dead."
"What do you mean? We got confirmation from the Mazatlan authorities yesterday," said Fin standing up.
"Yeah, well they just called back, they went down to check out the car yesterday afternoon and there were no bodies."
"So what does this mean?" asked Munch standing up and joining the two men.
"Well I've been thinking about that," said the captain. "Don't you think it's odd that all of the couples that were chosen were from New York? I mean couples from LA, Seattle, Boston, they all must go down there on vacation too."
"So that means that whoever was doing this knew the couples were specifically from New York," said Munch, a light bulb going on in his head.
"Which means it was an inside job," added Fin.
"Which means Katrina and Matt Winlock just became our two number one suspects," the captain finished.
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Elliot put his arm under Olivia and helped her up; the two ran/limped into the wooded area. Olivia grimaced as the pain shot up her leg from her ankle.
"It's going to be okay Olivia," he said helping her along.
Olivia wanted to believe him but they were under fire from what seemed like two guns, things were definitely not okay. Just then another shot rang out. Elliot felt Olivia fall from his grasp.
He didn't want to look down, he was afraid of what he was going to find. "Liv," he called out turning to her, she was lying on the ground, and hastily he flipped her over.
"Damnit," she said grabbing her thigh. Elliot let out a sigh of relief when he saw that the bullet had just barely grazed her leg; painful but hardly life threatening.
"You okay?" he asked still concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine," Olivia replied in a pissed off voice, "It is not my day," she added trying to stand up on her leg.
"Liv you have two bad legs, you can't walk."
"I'm fine," she said trying to stand up, but her legs gave out from under her.
"No you're not," said Elliot reaching down to help her up, but this time the pain was too much, Olivia slowly fell to the ground passing out.
"Liv," Elliot cried, he could hear footsteps getting closer, "LIV," he screamed at her lightly tapping the side of her face. But she was out.
With a slight sigh he lifted her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, "alright here we go" he said, and he continued to run, looking for somewhere to hide. Elliot ran for several minutes, shooting back occasionally at the blind steps behind him. He knew they were getting close.
Another shot rang out, and it hit Elliot in his back. Slowly, he fell to the ground taking Olivia with him. The impact of the fall woke her up for a minute, and she looked down at the blood gushing around them. "Elliot," she screamed before passing out one more time.
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"I got him," said Matt, looking over at the man with him. "Grab them and let's go."
The two men walked over to where the two bodies lay intertwined on the ground. "They aren't dead senor," said the man with Matt.
"I don't want them dead," said Matt looking up at him, "Let's go.
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"I can't get a hold of them," said Cragen slamming down the phone in his office, "their cell phone is out of service."
"That's odd," said Munch taking a seat in one of Cragen's chairs, "Let's call the hotel."
"Hello," said Cragen after a few rings, "Can I please speak to Elliot Stabler, in the penthouse."
"Senor," said the woman on the other end, "they are gone for the day, can I take a message."
"No," the captain snapped, "would anyone know where they went?"
"Yes, I'll get Senor Eduardo for you, one moment."
There was a click on the other end of the phone and then a man picked up; "How may I help you?" Eduardo asked in a calming tone. Inside however he was not calm, he knew something had gone wrong.
"This is Captain Donald Cragen with the NYPD, I'm looking for Elliot and Olivia Stabler."
"They went for a drive today," Eduardo said as nonchalantly as possible, "may I help you with something?"
"We need to get a hold of them," said Cragen urgently.
Eduardo realized that things were just getting worse, "I know why you need them," he said almost at a whisper.
"What do you know?" asked the captain.
"I know that they are in danger."
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Slowly Olivia woke up and looked around. She was in a very nice, hotel looking room. She wasn't really sure what was going on, and then it hit her..."Elliot" she screamed out.
She could hardly even feel her legs below her. One was shooting with pain from her sore ankle, and the other was numb from the spot where the bullet had grazed her leg.
"Hello Detective Benson," said a voice from across the room.
Olivia looked over at him, "Who are you?" she asked. She paused and added, "You just called me Detective Benson."
"Well that is your name Olivia," said the man, she recognized him, she just wasn't sure where from.
"You didn't think you could fool us forever did you?" asked the man. "I mean a married couple from New York, whom I'd never met?"
"Matt Winlock," she breathed, "Where's my partner?"
"Oh he's being taken care of," said Matt, "Don't worry; he's not dead...yet."
"I want to see him," she demanded laying her head back on the bed, "where is he?"
"Oh you will see him, I promise."
"Why are you doing this?" asked Olivia looking up at Matt as he walked over and hovered over her.
"You don't even know what I'm doing yet Olivia," he said running his hand along her wounded leg.
"Why do you want us?"
"The same reason I wanted those other couples, you make me money," said Matt sitting down on the bed.
Olivia tensed as Matt ran his hand up to her arm. He was stopped however when a woman walked in the door.
"Katrina," said Matt looking at her, "I was just explaining to Olivia here that her partner would be fine."
"I know what you were doing Matt," said Katrina rolling her eyes, "We have guests here we need to attend to, let's go."
"Sorry Detective Benson, we have to go."
"I want to see my partner," said Olivia glaring at the couple.
Katrina looked at her husband, "alright we'll bring him in," she said finally.
