An Eye for an Eye

chapter 3

Danny tried to cover his face with his hands, letting salty tears slide down his face. "I didn't mean it!" he whispered, choking over his sobs.

Olivia leaned against the one-way window, staring at the distraught teen. "You didn't mean what?" she prompted, wanting nothing more than a hot cup of coffee and to punch this boy's lights out.

"He made me, held a gun to my head, I had no choice!" the boy sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve, Olivia winced inwardly.

She motioned for him to continue.

"I was at Ginny's house to see her, she wasn't home yet. I was hiding in her closet, waiting to surprise her by asking her to prom. A man and Ginny's mom were yelling at each other, it was something about 13 million dollars and getting it at any cost. They shut up immediately when the door opened, Ginny walked into her room and I asked her out with me. She agreed to go so we went to tell her mom."

Olivia felt Elliot's eyes on her through the one-way window and she leaned her hands on the cold metal table, trying not to smirk at the thought of Elliot and Munch getting a clear view of her ass.

The boy continued with his story, "There was a large man in the room too, he looked at me and told me to take my clothes off. I said no, and he held a gun to my head. I was scared. He told Ginny the same thing and turned the gun on her. Ginny's mom just stood there, doing nothing. The man told Ginny to take me into her mouth,"

More tears fell and Olivia felt her anger ebb away.

"She did, and I know it wasn't right, but what she was doing turned me on. The man told me to get on top of her and bring myself off," he glanced at the detective, wondering if she would reprimand his language. "I kept telling Ginny I was sorry, that I didn't want to hurt her, I loved her."

Olivia put a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder before asking a very important question, "What happened after you peaked?" she pressed, feeling uncomfortable with this conversation.

"The man told me to get dressed and go home; he still had the gun and threatened to kill Ginny if I didn't leave." Danny was a wreck, his sobs were shaking his body and his voice was cracking.

Olivia nodded quietly and headed for the door. She needed to get out of there immediately. Elliot met her outside of the interrogation room and watched her rock back and forth on her heels. She cautiously looked anywhere but at her partner.

Elliot narrowed his eyes, "Liv," he soothed,

"I know," she murmured, "We need to pick up Mr. Jerkins."

Elliot parked his car along Bentley Avenue and he and his partner slid out of the vehicle. They buzzed into the apartment building and took the stairs up to the fifth floor. Olivia ran a shaky hand through her coppery hair before banging a small fist on the metal door.

"Open up, NYPD!" there was no answer so she knocked again, "Police," still no one unlocked the door. She turned to look at her partner, "We got to bust in!" she stated.

Olivia stepped back from the door to Apartment 5C and pulled out her gun. She took a deep breath and launched herself at the door, shoulder ready to bust through. Elliot stepped in front of her, watching her skid to a halt before slamming into his chest. She opened her mouth to speak but Elliot put a finger to her lips.

She felt her pulse quicken and resisted the urge to close her lids. Elliot's eyes glinted cockily down at her. Reaching out his other hand behind his back, he slowly turned the knob on the door and listened to it creak open. He raised a single eye brow and let a lopsided smile creep across his face.

"Door's unlocked," he whispered, allowing his breath to tickle her cheek, while backing into the apartment.

Olivia blushed slightly but followed her partner into the empty apartment, edging through each room. It was dark, the shapes barely forming before Olivia bumped into a coffee table. She hissed quietly as Elliot's hand came up to rub the back of her neck soothingly. Olivia rolled her eyes in the dark and skirted the corner she had just jammed her knee into.

Elliot found the light switch and flicked in up, turning around to scan the room. Startled by his movements, Olivia stumbled forward, slamming Elliot's body into the wall. He felt his stomach muscles clench in a familiar tug he felt around his partner. Olivia felt light headed, her legs starting to give out from underneath her. Her partner caught her collapsing into him and placed his hands against her lower back to stop her.

"NYPD!" a voice called out from outside the apartment, Olivia jumped back from her partner, both clumsily pulling out their weapons and aiming for the door.

The door squeaked open and Elliot lowered his gun, letting out his breath at the familiar detectives. "Munch, Fin," he chuckled, "Scare the shit out of me and Liv!" Munch rolled his eyes, stepping aside to show Ms. Thompson and Barry Jerkins, staring placidly into the apartment.

"What are you doing?" Ms. Thompson shrilled; Barry was sizing up Olivia, his eyes lingering over her hips and breasts.

Elliot shrugged at the other two SVU detectives and they left, allowing the suspected couple back into the house.

"Barry, Jane," she began, taking another small step away from Elliot, "We need to talk to you down at the station. Want to come?" Barry's eyes glinted, and El clenched his fists,

Don't even think about it, you sorry son-of-a-bitch! He mentally chided, wishing that glares could either kill or seriously wound.

Olivia stared back into the crazed eyes. Elliot ushered the confused Ms. Thompson out of the apartment while Olivia shepherded the lady's boyfriend after her.

"Play the bastard," Cragen commanded, motioning towards the interrogation room where Barry Jerkins was situated, staring menacingly at the glass.

"I got your back Liv!" Elliot whispered when the captain was out of earshot, watching her sidled quietly back into the room.

She pulled out a chair and turned it around, so she was facing the back of it. Barry stared straight at her, smirking lewdly, watching the cop falter, Elliot tensed outside the room, hand to his gun.

"So," Olivia stated, "Did you have any idea that your soon-to-be-step-daughter was having an intimate relationship with her boyfriend Daniel?" she watched the man nod.

"He raped her you know, it's a gut feeling!" Barry stated, leaning towards her, letting his breath scratch her neck.

"Oh, I know that! DNA proved it! But I think you made him do it!" she scooted the chair forwards, giving her perp a lazy grin.

"You're wrong!" he mused, rubbing a hand down Detective Benson's cheek, and tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

She tried not to slap his hand away, "You do know that your girlfriend is singing like a stuck pig right now!" Barry's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, feeling nervous, Olivia got to her feet and took a couple steps backwards before Mr. Jerkins sent the table skidding towards her. Olivia jumped over it, pinning his against the cold wall, her hand roughly cupping his jaw.

She reached back a hand to throw a punch when the door burst open; Elliot stared down at the man, who had huddled up when Olivia released him. Her partner's sleeves were rolled up and his ears were tingeing red, showing that he was either pissed off, or embarrassed.

Elliot leaned down on the ground in front of the despised man, "If you come with in twenty feet of her again," Elliot started, his whole body shaking with suppressed anger.

The Captain burst through the door right before Elliot finished his warning. The detectives left the nervous, middle-aged man in the room and followed their captain.

"Munch saw what happened, Elliot, I want to congratulate you on not murdering that guy!" he stopped as Olivia put a calming hand on Elliot's arm. "We got a confession out of Ms. Thompson so he can be booked. I'll do that, you two," he paused for a moment, "get some rest!" Olivia nodded, walking to gather her papers while Elliot watched her move.

Cragen turned to him, "Just so you know Stabler, relationships aren't forbidden, just frowned upon, if I can't see a difference in your work, I don't see a problem." He marched away to find Fin.

Elliot offered his partner a ride home as they floated out of the precinct and she accepted, placing an arm around his waist. His hand found her shoulder and he opened his car door for her, driving the familiar route to Olivia Benson's apartment in the Bronx.

She seemed drained and he helped her up the stairs pausing when she turned to face him at her door. Letting an arm snake around his neck, Olivia pulled his forehead down to hers, feeling both of their breathing quicken along with their heartbeats. "Thanks," she whispered across his lips before, his claimed hers, both melting into the long-awaited contact.

Elliot fumbled with unlocking her door before kicking it closed behind them, his hands roaming along her sides to her breasts. She moaned slowly into his mouth, kicking off her shoes and letting her hands push her partner up against the back of her door. Her hips pushed into his, and she could feel his excitement building against her leg.

Elliot pulled her shirt over her head as she started toying with the buttons on his shirt. He let his hands dance over her fiery skin, before reaching to unclasp her bra. She finally had his shirt off and she ran a small hand over his pronounced muscles, drinking in the sight of him. Their lips found each other's again and she eagerly opened her mouth to his probing tongue.

She broke away for a moment, panting for breath as his lips found her neck and his hands reached her left breast. She pushed her hips forwards again, feeling his erection grow even bigger. Letting her hand drop to his belt buckled, Olivia helped him strip down to his boxers before her pants were off too. They both paused for a moment, staring deeply into each other's eyes, letting their telepathic connection speak their consent for them.

Cradling her body into his arms, Elliot carried her to her room, using his foot to again navigate the door. He laid her down on the bed, laying beside her and divested her of her last article of clothing. At the sight of her body, Elliot became even more aroused than before. He stripped off his boxers and moved on top of her, watching a coy smile play across her thoroughly kissed lips.

He carefully brushed her lips with his own before moving quickly into her.

"You scared?" he asked, staying still while inside of her. She shook her head softly,

"Maybe worried about how this will affect our jobs," he caught the joking mood in her voice and started to slowly thrust inside her, pulling his partner's face to his for a mind-blowing kiss.

Elliot pushed them over the edge and rolled off of her, holding Olivia close to him. He slipped them under the covers and rested his head in the curve of her neck, opening his mouth to whisper into her ear.

"Worry does not empty tomorrow of its troubles, it only empties today of its strengths!"

They both drifted off to sleep, safe in each other's arms.

-tbc-