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Chapter Four: M.I.A.

Two weeks had passed since the day Martin Becker first entered Olivia's life and he had barely been discussed since. Elliot never mention the man's little visit last week. He figured Olivia was better off not knowing. It was risk. He knew how upset she would be if she found out her partner was keeping things from her. They had that argument in the past. She told him they could never work together if they couldn't trust each other. But this wasn't about trust, it was about what is best for her. He trusted her, everyday he trusted her with his life. He was just trying to protect her. Still, he knew she wouldn't be pleased.

The detectives were called in early that morning. It wasn't even four thirty in the morning when Elliot's ringing cell phone woke him up. The Captain explained the urgency. A congressman's daughter, Jody Kendall, was brutally raped and beat and the commissioner wanted a suspect in custody as soon as possible. The victim was taken to the hospital where doctors and her family were nervously waiting for her to wake up.

By a quarter after five o'clock Elliot's car came to a screeching stop in front of a crime scene on an almost abandoned Manhattan street. He slammed his door shut and looked around as he made his way over to the Captain. He was surrounded by shady looking buildings and rundown apartment houses. "What the hell was a fifteen-year-old doing over here in the middle of the night?" he asked once he reached Cragen.

"That's what we're here to find out," the Captain answered. He looked tired. These late, or rather early, calls were hard on a man his age. "Where's your partner?" he asked Elliot.

"Olivia's suppose to be here?" Stabler returned stepping under the yellow crime tape.

"Yeah. I called her right after I called you. She said she would be right over. When she didn't show right away, I thought maybe she needed you to pick her up." Elliot shook his head trying not to think about how his partner's father, a convicted murderer and admitted rapist, had just entered her life. "We'll give her a few more minutes," Cragen suggested. Elliot nodded absently.

For thirty minutes Elliot collected information from the victim, responding officers, and the man who found the teenager unconscious and bleeding in an alley. He examined the crime scene and followed every professional standard correctly but he wasn't thinking straight. "Stabler!" He heard his name and turned his head from the spilled garbage cans that got knocked over in the struggle. Cragen walked over to him. "I've been calling you," the Captain told him.

"Sorry," he muttered. He ran his hands over his face trying to wake up and focus.

"Elliot, what's going on?" Cragen asked. "You seem distracted."

Elliot sighed. "I'm worried about Liv," he admitted.

"Elliot, she's a little late. It's probably nothing," Cragen said, careful not to be dismissive of his detective's concern for his partner.

The detective looked unconvinced. "I don't know. She didn't answer her apartment or cell phone, and it's not like her to be late." He proceeded to vaguely explain Olivia's situation to his superior. He knew she wouldn't want people to know the details of her life, although Cragen knew part already, but he felt her safety outweighed her privacy.

"Christ Elliot, when we're you planning on sharing this with me?" Cragen said once he finished. "Go to her apartment. I'll call Fin and Munch." Elliot nodded, thanked him and rushed over to Olivia's building.

"God," Olivia groaned throwing the phone next to her on the bed. She rolled over to look at the clock. The green digits flashed 4:22. "Great," she said under her breath as she sat up. She pushed the covers off of her and threw her legs over the side of the bed. Her body shivered once her bare feet touched the cold wood floor. She showered and dressed and was locking the door to her apartment at 4:45. Unconsciously she jingled her keys as she jogged down the stairs and over to her car parked in the garage under her building. She neared her car, still jingling her keys.

"I do that too." The voice startled her, causing her to drop her keys. She turned around to face her father, who was leaning against another car. Her hand instinctively went to her gun. "Don't do that," he said pointing a nine millimeter at her. He was just a couple of feet from her now. "I've been waiting for you. I wasn't too sure what time you leave for work." He smiled at her which made her sick. "Show me your hands," he commanded, like he was the one with the badge.

Slowly and reluctantly Olivia brought her hands up in front of her. She stood still, frozen, cursing herself for not being quicker, smarter, more aware. "So what's this, you come to get to know me?" she asked smartly. "Here's an insight-I don't like having guns pointed at me," she continued bitterly. She knew she should probably keep her mouth shut and just do what he says, but she was unable to help it. She hated this man with every fiber of her being. Just the sight of him made her sick to her stomach.

Martin narrowed his eyes and jerked his head to the side. Without warning he brought his gun holding hand forcefully across Olivia's face. She stumbled back against the car, her face stinging from the powerful blow. Tiny drops of blood dripped from the area just below her right eye. She wiped the blood away with the back of her hand. She wasn't sure why but she was shocked that he hit her.

"Shut up!" Martin cried. "I gave you a chance!"

"What chance? You gave me nothing!" she shouted, hoping someone would hear her.

"No, you don't get to do this. Get in the car," he ordered, waving the gun at her. "Now!"

He was clearly unstable and dangerous so Olivia quickly put any spontaneous heroic acts out of her mind. She had no choice but to obey. Martin bent down and picked up the keys Olivia had dropped. "Lets go!" he shouted when she didn't move. "And hand me your gun." He stepped closer to her. His gun was practically against her head now. Olivia didn't cower, but she gave him a glaring look as she grinded her teeth and shook her head in frustration. Slowly she took her gun from the holster and slammed it down in his hand. Then she made her way around the car and into the passenger seat. She figured she could run but he would probably shoot her. Martin threw the gun on the ground. He didn't want to give Olivia the chance to get her hands on a weapon.

"Where are we going?" she asked calmly once they had pulled out of the garage.

"I just wanted to get to know you," he said starring ahead with a wild look in his eyes. "I really was sorry."

"Okay, so why don't we go somewhere to talk," she replied. Her best chance was to appease him.

He laughed wildly. "You wanna talk? You wanna talk to me?" he asked menacingly.

"Yes, I do," she lied.

He wiped his eyes, he was crying. "Liar!" he shouted slamming his foot down on the gas.

"What are you gonna do? Kill us both?" Olivia cried grabbing her safety belt and strapping herself in.

Martin darted madly down the busy Manhattan street. Cars honked and screeched while pedestrians cursed and yelled. "No one gets it," he whimpered. "No one! I did my time and no one will give me a second chance! I said I was sorry! I changed! Its people like you," he cried taking a particularly crazy right turn that sent Olivia flying into the door. She looked over at her father and thought he'd be the last person she ever saw. She had always pictured the man who raped her mother as a cruel unremorseful monster, but Martin didn't fit that mold. He was probably just as cruel as she always imagined, but he didn't have that I don't give a damn who I hurt attitude. She almost wished he was the first type. That would make things so much easier. "You think your so much better than me!" Martin screeched suddenly.

"I am!" Olivia shouted back. If she was going to die she might as well go telling the truth. "You're a rapist and a murderer! Everyone's better than you! You can't do what you did and make up for it with a tearful apology Martin. It doesn't work like that." She spat her words at him with venom. She couldn't help it any longer. Her whole life she wanted to confront this man and now she was going to die at his hands. It didn't seem fair. He had shattered her mother's life years ago and now he was going to end hers. Olivia didn't find the irony amusing.

An eerie silence fell over the car and Olivia found herself wondering if anyone would notice if she died. Elliot was all she could come up with. She would miss him, she thought. "Where are we going?" she asked again. Martin didn't answer. He just drove with that terribly frightening wild look in his eyes.

After a few minuets they pulled up to a building that was boarded up. Signs on the surrounding fence read under construction. Martin turned the car off. "Come on," he said, once again showing her his gun. Olivia sighed like this whole terrifying life threatening situation was just a big inconvenience. She stepped out of the car and looked around for someone she could alert for help. "Keep up," Martin said grabbing her by the arm violently and pulling her along. "And don't even think about screaming."

TBC...