When Olivia was pushed through the medal door, she registered two things almost simultaneously: Richard Wheatley at a near-by table and Elliot standing further back, his hands tied to two medal chains hanging from the ceiling. He looked almost like Jesus on the cross. She stopped in her tracks in surprise but the man who had led her here at gunpoint pushed her forward once again and she was forced to take a few more steps. The upper floor of the warehouse he had brought her to was one open space with windows on one side. It was empty except for a few tables and a couch in the corner.

"Olivia", Wheatly turned towards her, smiling as if he was welcoming an old friend, "so good of you to join us." She gave him a knowing smile, "You didn't give me much of choice", she replied and gestured to the man still holding a gun on her.

He stepped towards her, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience but something told me, you might have rejected a more….subtle invitation."

His aid stepped aside and put her gun and phone on the table next to Wheatley. He had taken them from her earlier when he had forced her into the car. Without it she felt vulnerable and defenseless.

"So, what are we doing here Wheatley?", she asked gesturing into the room.

"Wheatley, leave her out of it." It was the first time Elliot spoke, since Olivia had arrived.

"Oh, but on the contrary Elliot, she is right in the middle." He gestured to Olivia to follow him, and she decided to humor him. They stepped up to Elliot and Olivia tried to establish eye contact with him, letting him know that it was going to be ok. She was a big girl. She could take care of herself. But Elliot knew the twisted games Wheatley liked to play and he knew the man's jealousy. Bringing Olivia into this could only mean that his little stunt in court and their conversation in the man's room about Angela Wheatley had hit the right nerve. Wheatley's next move proved him right. He took a step closer to Olivia and gently move a strand of hair from her face. "But I do understand why you're so protective of her", still standing too close to her he turned to look at Elliot, "she is a beauty."

Olivia pushed his hand away from her face, but he reacted instantly, turning back towards her and trying to snake his hand around her neck. Her police instincts kicked in and she raised her arm with more force, trying to push his away. What she didn't anticipate was Wheatley punching her in the stomach. She doubled over trying to catch her breath and he used the momentum to twist her arm behind her back and pulling her back up.

"Wheatley, I'm gonna kill you", Elliot yelled at him, pulling on the chains his hands were cuffed to.

Wheatley pushed her forward again, so she was standing almost immediately in front of Elliot, still trying to catch her breath. There was shock and fear in her eyes. She hadn't anticipated him to resort to that kind of violence against her. What else was he capable of? She searched Elliot's eyes for some form of secret communication on how they could get out of this but even she knew that the cards were stacked against them. When their eyes met, she could read it clearly on his face I'm sorry.

"Now, look at you two lovebirds", Wheatley reached around her, again, clearing her face of some strands of hair that had come loose when she had almost fallen to her knees from his punch. This time she didn't fight him.

"Wheatley, I swear to God, if you touch her…" Elliot was seething.

"Then what?", all humor gone from his voice. He was finally letting his anger show. "I think it's only fair, since you had my woman", in inserted a dramatic pause, then gently caressed Olivia's cheek, "that I should have yours. Don't you think?" He looked back at Elliot. Their eyes locked. The expression on Elliot's face one of barely concealed disbelieve.

"You can't be serious."

"'Liv', that's what he calls you, isn't it?", he turned her slightly towards himself, "what do you think?". Elliot saw the look of terror on her face. If he could have, he would have ripped Wheatley to shreds then and there.

A movement caught her eye and her head snapped around, seeing Wheatley's sidekick stepping close to Elliot and pointing the gun at his head. The message was clear: You say 'No', he dies.

"No, Liv, don't listen to him. He is not going to shoot me." Elliot once again fought against his restrains.

"Now, sweet Olivia, that's true. I'm not going shoot him", he almost smiled at her, "but he will". The look in his eyes told her, he was dead serious. She shook her head ever so slightly, in complete disbelief that she found herself in this situation again. Only this time it was worse because Elliot was there to see it.

"Liv, don't listen to him", Elliot tried again.

Wheatley ignored him but instead focused his attention back on Olivia, raising his eyebrow to indicate that he was still waiting for a response. She heard the safety of the gun being released.

It felt like history repeating itself when she said, "Do what you gotta do."

"No, Wheatley…", Elliot was becoming more and more desperate. He couldn't let this happen. He couldn't let her sacrifice herself for him.

"Well, it's not a 'yes'", Wheatley said almost amused, "but it's not a 'no' either, is it?" He turned to Elliot as to almost ask for his approval – almost. His smile was sinister. He finally released her arm, turned towards the couch in the corner gesturing towards it, "Shall we?". She followed his gaze and although she wasn't sure her legs would carry her, she took a tentative step to follow him.

"You know Olivia, I usually don't need quite so much persuasion." She knew he was taunting her, playing with her. He raised his voice, "How long until she let you in her bed, Elliot?". He turned around to smile at him.

"Go to hell Wheatley." Elliot spat at him.

"Oh I will, but I'm taking you two with me." They had reached the couch and he motioned for her to sit down. She was now facing Elliot but she couldn't look at him. Her gaze was fixed on a point somewhere behind him. He hands were resting on her legs and when Wheatley kneeled down in front of her, pushing between her legs to get closer, it took all her restraint not to strangle him.

He caressed her cheek again, "You know, Olivia, I am a pretty good lover."

She closed her eyes for a second, swallowing down the bile she tasted at the back of her throat. Wheatley's man still held the gun to Elliot's head and the panic she had been feeling settled for resignation. If she wanted Elliot to live, she'd have to go along with whatever Wheatley demanded.

"Wheatley, I never slept with Angela." For a moment Elliot actually caught his attention. "It was a ruse to get you on the stand."

Wheatley inhaled deeply, "You know Elliot, I could almost believe you."

There was a second in which Olivia believed Elliot's tactic had worked. She locked eyes with him, hoping Wheatley would believe Elliot's Hail Mary but then Wheatley raised his hands to the buttons of Olivia's blouse and slowing started undoing them, "but I saw it in her eyes. And I know that look. I've seen it myself many times."

In that moment Olivia knew that their time was up. Wheatley was set on his plan to humiliate her, to get to Elliot, and nothing would stop him. The expression on her face changed to utmost sorrow. The last thing she wanted to communicate to Elliot before it was too late was how sorry she was that he would have to witness her downfall. The same sorrow reflected on his face. He couldn't save her, he couldn't stop Wheatley from putting her through the worst possible hell and he knew all too well that him being there, witnessing her complete powerlessness would only intensify her shame.

She broke eye contact with Elliot, knowing that this was the last time she would be able to look him in the eyes for a very long time.

TBC