Blessed
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: See ch 1
A/N: Keep reading, i hope you've all enjoyed it so far! (just so you all know, I'm taking time away form writing college essays to write and post this chapter!)
Tears
Olivia felt herself slowly regaining consciousness. She felt a bed under her. Her hands and feet were tied to the posts. She forced her eyes to flutter open to discover where she was.
When her eyes finally opened Olivia took in her surroundings. She was in a small dark room with a small, dirty window. There was a door on the wall opposite the window.
Olivia tried to examine what held her to the bed. She couldn't sit up because her hands were tied above her head, but she could lift her head enough to see that ropes tied in tight knots held her feet to the post.
She looked to her hip, and discovered that her gun was no longer in her belt. "Shit." She thought.
Suddenly the sound of a key in a lock came from the door. She turned her head to the noise.
It slowly opened and in walked a tall, built man of about 40. He had light hair, and was wearing a button down shirt and jeans.
"Well hello Detective Benson, so glad that you finally decided to join us." He smiled.
"You must be Stanley." Olivia said mockingly.
"Well, happy to see that we're past introductions. Now we can get to the heart of the matter." He said with a toothy smile. "You probably want to know why I've done all of this; gone through all this trouble just to get you here." He said cocking his head to the side.
"Alright, I'll bite. Why?" Olivia asked.
"I saw you in the papers." He said. "You have a striking beauty you know. I read about all your accomplishments. It's not every day you find a woman with beauty, strength, and brawn. I was impressed."
"Well I'm happy for you." Olivia mocked.
"What really made my decision to use you though was when I read that you had a daughter. I mean, cop, wife, and mother. Wow." He smiled.
"Do not bring my daughter into this." Olivia growled.
"How do you think she'll like having a little brother or sister?" Stanley asked.
Olivia just stared at the man in front of her. "What did he mean?" She wondered.
"What are you talking about?" Olivia asked.
"I'm talking about you being the mother of my child." He said matter of factly.
"What, are you going to rape me, or do you plan on doing this artificially?" She asked sarcastically. She couldn't let Stanley know that she was afraid.
"I'm an old fashioned kinda guy." He said with a smile.
"Then I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I can't have your child." She answered, finally revealing what she had known all along.
"Oh, you will my lovely. You see, first we will make a child, then you will bare him, and then I will kill you." He explained. "No matter how many attempts it may take." He added sadistically as he licked his lips.
"No, you don't understand." Olivia answered. "I can't have your child because I can't have any children anymore." This was the first time Olivia had said that out loud before. She could never have another child again.
Then she remembered what Elliot had told her, about this happening for a reason. She got a lump in her throat at the thought of her child loosing his life to save hers.
Stanley's face began to redden out of anger. "You what?" He seethed.
"I cannot have children." Olivia repeated slowly. "Your lackey kicked me, and caused a miscarriage so bad that I had to have a hysterectomy. Nice job." She smirked.
Stanley lost it. "You Bitch!" He screamed as he punched Olivia across her face; causing her to groan in pain.
He stormed out of the room with his head spinning. "What was he going to do now?" He though.
Olivia lay in bed, her face throbbing with pain, and her head dizzy from the punch. As she licked the blood from her lip she to wondered what she was going to do next.
Back at the 1-6 Elliot was pacing. "Where the hell is she?" He demanded.
"El, we'll get her." Casey tried to comfort.
"Munch and Fin dumped Billing's phones and went throughBilling's whole apartment, and we don't have a thing!" He growled, stepping intimidating towards Casey.
"Detective." Cragen warned. "I understand that you're angry, but I am not going to allow you to take it out on everyone else in this precinct. We are all doing all we can to get Olivia back safe."
Elliot stepped back, and walked out of the room.
"Let him go." Cragen told the room. He knew that Elliot just needed his space.
Cragen thought right. Elliot needed to get some air. He headed up to the roof.
When he got there he walked over to the ledge, and leaned on it. He took in deep breaths of air to try to calm himself down. His mind was racing with horrible thoughts of what could be happening to Olivia.
He pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes to try to make the images stop, but they continued, one more horrible than the last.
His emotions finally won the battle he had been fighting all day. A single tear slid down his face. Once that rebel tear had escaped, it opened the doors for others to follow.
His tears soon became a steady flow until he collapsed into a fit of sobs. His whole body shook as he sunk to the ground. He finally let all his pent up anger and fear escape freely from his eyes.
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