Move Along
A/n: First Law & Order: SVU fic! I'm currently annoyed with my other stories, so I've decided to write this. I've been reading Betrayal in the First Degree by AllAboutDegrassi, and it gave me an idea for this. I'm not trying to copy, but it made me think just a little more about all of the relationships in the SVU, and how they would react to something happening to one of their own.
Olivia Benson fell down across her bed, exhausted. It had been a long week. Hell, it had been a long month. Case after case, each seemingly more gruesome than the last. But it was finally her day off, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to enjoy it. It was the only day she could take, that Sunday. She had to be in court on Monday to testify for a case she'd worked on. The rest of that week seemed to be just as busy as the month preceding it had been.
So, instead of getting back up, showering, cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, and doing the million other tasks she needed to get done, she decided to just go to sleep. Clothes and all.
She'd been out for a long time when she heard it. She'd never been a heavy sleeper, and the horrible things she'd seen kept her awake most of the time. It scared the hell out of her every time she'd think that she might be next. Made her paranoid. But she couldn't help it.
It wasn't much, just a slight scraping noise. Metal against metal. Something most people wouldn't have even heard. But she'd heard it. It was soft, but not unintelligible to the trained ear. She got up and slowly went to her bedroom door. She took her gun and badge off of the table by her bed, and silently twisted the doorknob. She walked out slowly, looking around. She saw him by the window to her right, just before he knocked the gun out of her hands and across the room. She tried to push him up against the wall, but he was stronger, and she was caught off guard. With a quick twist of her wrist, he had her down on the floor in a submission hold. She tried to roll over and knock him off, but he was too heavy, and his weight held her down.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" she screamed, hoping one of the neighbors would hear her. She prayed that someone would call the cops.
"Listen, either hold still or I'll make you," he whispered, his voice harsh. She could tell he was faking an accent so she couldn't recognize his voice. She struggled to get her wrist free.
"You're hurting me," she said, trying to be as loud as possible.
"Shut up," he said, his fist slamming into her lower back. She moaned in pain. He continued to punch her, each time hitting in a different location. She could hear ribs cracking.
"Stop, please," she pleaded, being quiet. He turned her over onto her back and she looked up at the black ski mask covering his face. He held her wrists together and continued to punch, mostly on her face. She tried to dodge his fists, but she couldn't get away. Finally, she stopped struggling, hoping he would stop, but instead he hit her even harder. She blacked out with a final blow to her lower jaw.
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Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak looked around the lobby impatiently. She'd called and left messages on both Olivia's cell phone and her apartment phone. She'd specifically told her to show up at ten 'til nine, yet Olivia was nowhere to be seen. "Dammit," she muttered, pulling out her cell phone. She tried both of Olivia's numbers again, both times receiving the same annoying voicemail message. She called the precinct, thinking Olivia had gotten involved in a new case.
"Stabler," Elliot muttered into the phone.
"It's Novak. Where the hell is Benson?" she asked.
"I thought she was supposed to be at the courthouse with you," he said.
"She hasn't been in this morning?" Casey asked.
"Not that I've seen. I haven't heard anything from her since Saturday."
"Neither have I. I have to be in court in less than a minute, send someone to find her," she said, hanging up. She checked the lobby one more time before turning and going into the courtroom.
The judge showed up soon after, and asked for Casey to call her witness.
"Something has come up, your honor. Detective Benson has gone missing," she said.
"Missing? Really, your honor, she is obviously just attempting to stall," the defense attorney said, standing up.
"I see no reason why Miss Novak would want to stall, Mr. Dennison. You have 24 hours to find your detective, or she will not testify," the judge said, banging his gavel. "Court is adjourned until 9 tomorrow morning." He then got up and left the room. Casey pulled out her phone and dialed Olivia's cell again.
"So help me God, if she doesn't answer I'll kill her," she muttered.
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Olivia heard her cell phone ringing, and tried to get up and answer it. She slowly opened her eyes, realizing that she wasn't in her bed, but on the floor of her living room. She moaned, trying to remember if it was a hangover. When she attempted to sit up, her question was quickly answered as her wrist collapsed under her weight. She moaned in pain as the shockwaves traveled through her body. She'd never felt this much pain before in her life.
"Olivia, it's Munch! Open up!" she heard. She turned her head toward the door. "Olivia?"
"Help!" she moaned. She wasn't sure if he'd heard her.
"Olivia?" Fin called.
"Fin! Munch!" she called back, hoping they could hear her.
"Olivia, let us in!" he replied.
"I can't," she said. At that, she heard him ram into the door.
"We're coming, Liv!" She heard them both ram into the door at the same time, and then heard a thud as the door came off its hinges. "Oh shit." Fin ran up and knelt beside her head. "Oh shit," he repeated, pulling out a walkie-talkie. "This is Detective Tutuola, I need an ambulance, now!" he shouted, reciting Olivia's address.
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Cragen looked down at the telephone for a moment before hanging it up. Then he got up and went to his office door. He opened it and looked out. "Elliot," he said. Detective Stabler looked around. "I need to speak with you." Stabler nodded and got up, walking into the Captain's office. "You're going to want to sit down."
"Did they find Olivia?" he asked. Cragen sat down on the edge of his desk.
"Yeah, they did," he said. He looked down at the floor.
"She's not…"
"Dead? No, thank God. She's on her way to the hospital as we speak. Tutuola is supposed to call me back when they get there. He and Munch are pretty sure she's been raped, but she passed out before she could tell them anything," Cragen said.
"What kind of sick freak would do that to her?"
"The same kind of sick freaks you deal with every day. Pull all of her case files. See if any of the perps she's arrested have been released lately. Whoever did this is going to pay," Cragen said. Elliot nodded and stood up. He quickly exited the room, leaving Cragen alone. The captain looked down and closed his eyes.
"If it's the last thing I do, this guy is going down."
