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Olivia let out a sigh of relief as Dom's coworker, Mark, smiled at her. "How's it going?"

"Fine. People are coming and going, but so far we have seen nothing to indicate drug trafficking." Olivia whispered back.

Mark nodded thoughtfully. "Let me walk you back to your boat." Olivia smiled in appreciation and followed him down the docks. He gently patted her shoulder before she stepped on board Margaritaville. "Good luck. I hear you are meeting Gianna tomorrow."

Olivia shrugged. "We'll see."

Elliot was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head resting in his hands. She grinned and walked over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. He looked up and the dim light jumped across his blue eyes. As he set his hands on her forearms Elliot said, "Are you sure you went jogging? You don't look the least bit sweaty or tired."

"We didn't run as far as I usually do. But… I am sure there are ways I could fix the problem." Olivia said seriously, though her face was clearly trying to hide amusement. With a wide grin Elliot leaned forward, kissing her gently. Olivia sighed softly, allowing her arms to slip around his neck. He shifted down to her neck, breathing lightly on her skin as he kissed just above her collarbone. Olivia tensed slightly as he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed down, making her sit on the edge of the bed. He then gently laid her down and knelt with a knee on either side of her waist. Running his hands down her arms, Elliot kissed her jaw. Olivia shut her eyes in contentment as he slipped hands over her collarbone and down to her belly. She slowly drew her arms over her head, letting him slide her shirt off. He kissed her again with a sudden fervor and hooked his thumbs around her shorts, pulling them off too. Olivia jerked at his boxers as he kissed her shoulder and quickly dropped them to the floor. Elliot then looked down at her, his deep blue eyes searching hers. She smiled back at him before sliding her hands to his hips.

A few hours later, Olivia shifted slightly, pushing sweaty hair out of her eyes as she looked down at Elliot. He stroked her back as ran her hands across his face. After a moment she said, "I love you, Partner."

Elliot smiled and reached up to caress her jaw. "I love you too, beautiful."

She grinned broadly back, leaning down to kiss him again. They spent the better part of the day napping in the cuddy of their boat, only getting up when they absolutely had to get ready to meet Gianna.

"I am positive that this is where it was." Olivia muttered, eying the map of the coastline. Elliot leaned over her shoulder, examining the map for himself. Their boat idled easily, gently rocking in the waves. "Gianna ought to be here."

"Maybe she's running late. And the buoy looks close enough."

"No, it's not. This part of the coastline is extremely rocky. It's already getting dark and if that buoy isn't in the right spot, we are liable to run over some."

"Why would the buoy have been moved?"

"I haven't the slightest idea." Olivia responded with a sigh, closing the map. "I guess we will have to see."

Nearly a half hour later, they finally heard the drone of an engine approaching. The skyline was almost completely dark and Olivia was getting edgy. It was not a good idea to be out on the boat so late. So she eagerly leapt up upon hearing the sound, leaning over the side of the Margaritaville. Elliot came up to stand beside her and they watched as the Coast Guard raced towards them. Olivia felt a sick jolt in her stomach as she realized that it was not Gianna's boat.

Though slightly smaller than theirs, the Coast Guards vessels had heavy metal points on their bows. Dom had never really explained the function to her, but at the moment Olivia knew it didn't really matter. "Elliot, get out of the way!" she exclaimed, seizing his arm and dragging him away from the edge. They scarcely had time to take three steps before the loud cracking of the boast colliding sent them sprawling to the floor. The alarm immediately went off, the bright red light on the steering display flashing as it indicated hull damage. Olivia scrambled to her feet first, staggering across the heavily swaying floor to the steering wheel. She knew one thing- they had to get closer to the marina. Jamming the throttle down she pivoted the boat around. But something was desperately wrong. The nose of the boat didn't rise up, as it should have, but rather sank down lower. "It's not going to plane out!" she screamed as Elliot came racing up beside her.

Darting to the edge of the deck, Olivia leaned over the railing, seeing that the little water drainage holes on either side of the bow were gushing out water. The hull was flooding. The boat was not going to make it.

Dominic slowly made his way down the dock, much to his displeasure. He had quickly discovered that crutches prohibited any rapid movement. As he reached the Coast Guard station he noticed one light still on, glimmering though the closed blinds. He reached the door, wiggling out of the crutches and laying them up against the wall. As he pulled on the handle, he found it to be locked. "This is Dominic, open up the door." He called, slamming his fist against the door, not feeling like grabbing his key. The only sound he heard was a slight tinkling of broken glass rustling on the floor. He furiously slammed his shoulder against the door, "Open up the god damn door!" When he did it again, the door broke free. He stepped inside, his knee furiously protesting the weight.

He moved quietly around a corner, his heart catching in his throat as he looked down. Lying with her arm brushing a pile of broken glass was Gianna. She opened her eyes slightly but didn't move a lot more than that. Blood dripped from gashes on her arms and smeared her thighs, heavy bruising on her chest and face. Dom quickly reached over into the cabinet, jerking out one of the blankets they kept for cold nights on the boats. Then he raced to her side, tossing it over her. She immediately flinched, closing her eyes tightly, slight tremors running through her body. When he reached over to pull her arm off the glass, she screamed. "Gianna… sweetheart, its okay. It's Dominic. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just have to get your arm off this, alright?" Dom told her, gently running a hand over her forehead. Her breathing slowed slightly and as he moved the arm she looked up at him.

"Dom… I'm sorry. I couldn't stop him." she whispered, gripping the blanket with one hand.

"It's not your fault baby. Just relax alright? I'm going to get you some help." He said, and she nodded as he picked up his cell phone, listening as he talked to the operator. "Ya, okay, well I really want to talk to her, so could I just put my phone down until you guys get here? I won't hang up." He said after giving the basic information. Evidently he got an okay, as he set the phone down and ran a hand over her cheek.

"Dom I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry about." Dom told her, gently pushing some sweaty hair out of her face.

"No… I know you're not supposed to fight back. But it really hurt so I kicked him. That's when he threw me up against the desk." She muttered, her breathing becoming very halted.

Dom bit his lip and said softly, "It's alright. Do you know who it was?"

Gianna didn't seem to hear, and instead just said, "I couldn't move much after that." Dominic nodded and slowly peeked under the blanket, slipping his hand under her back. As his fingers grazed over a couple obvious deformities he knew that it had been broken. She gasped in pain, instantly reverting back to her delirium. "Please, don't do it again! Please!"

Dominic quickly moved his hands back to her face. "I am not going to hurt you, I promise. Just relax, okay? Help is on the way."

Gianna slowly nodded, seizing his hand. He squeezed back gently, glancing over at the wall, where bloody smears told him that was probably where she was raped first. Then they had thrown her against the desk, broken the glass, and raped her again on the floor when she couldn't fight back. She shut her eyes, relaxing slightly as her breathing took a turn for the worse. "Dominic… I am really sorry I was so mean to you after we broke up. You really were the nicest any guy ever was to me."

Dom looked down at her, attempting to smile, and said quietly, "Oh please. I was a moody arrogant asshole."

"No… you weren't." she replied, lightly tracing her fingers across his palm. "Well, maybe the arrogant and moody part." Dom laughed, though he found it impossible not too cry at the same time. Gianna smiled slightly at him. "See, we can still joke around. Just like old times."

"Ya." Dom replied, pressing his hand to his eyes. Suddenly he looked up. The shower had just shut off in the back room. He hadn't noticed the slight humming noise it made before, but its absence made the room fall into an eerie silence.

The door opened, and footsteps clicked across the floor. Gianna tensed as she turned her head slightly to look down the hall, her breathing stopping momentarily. Then she turned back to Dom. "Don't let him hurt me again." She begged, squeezing Dominic's hand with exceptional vigor.

Dominic nodded, looking up furiously at the man who had just entered. "I won't." he said softly to her, then much more firmly, "Hello Mark."

Olivia winced as the spotlight from the other boat blinded her briefly. Her heart slammed against her chest as she darted back over to Elliot. "Elliot, kill the engine. Quickly." He nodded, and the boat shut down, the last ring of the alarm echoing loudly in their ears.

"It doesn't look like your boat stood up to the impact. I didn't think it would. I was informed that the Coast Guard has their boats made much sturdier." said a mans voice, and you could hear the dark amusement. He stepped out into the light and Olivia felt her heart came to a crashing halt. Smiling widely at her he continued, "Thought I would find you here Olivia. But hey, this time your boyfriend isn't my cousin. This is all the more unfortunate for you, because now he can't save you." Olivia stared back at Darby, her hand shaking slightly on the steering wheel. "Speaking of whom, I heard that you two were banging each other last year. Interesting. Now tell me- had you screwed my cousin before me, or was he sort of an afterthought."

Elliot let out an angry breath and was about to reply when Olivia elbowed him and shrieked, "Shut up, Darby!"

"Oh, that's right. You are a little stressed because your boat is sinking. Sorry, forgot about that. But why don't you answer the question, just for grins."

Olivia looked defiantly up at him and snapped, "It's not your business. And please don't tell me that you are still jealous that Dom got the MVP award on your soccer team in grade school."

Darby glared at her. "I wouldn't piss me off now, Olivia. Answer the question, and maybe I will consider helping you out. Did you have sex with my cousin before you did me?"

Olivia smirked. "I guess you still are jealous. That's very cute."

Darby hissed angrily, yanking the gun off his belt.

Mark just stared at Dom, still tucking his shirt into his pants. "Dominic, what the Hell happened?"

"You know very well you fucking bastard!" Dom exclaimed, struggling to his feet. He unclipped the gun he now carried regularly at his belt and pointed it at Mark. "I really hope you give me a reason to kill you."

Mark swallowed, "Dominic… look. I didn't want to hurt her. She just wouldn't stop fighting and screaming. If she would have just dealt with it, I wouldn't have been so rough with her. She's so pretty I really didn't want too."

Dom felt a slight tug on his pant leg and he looked down briefly. Gianna was completely panicked. "Dominic, you have to listen to me. Elliot and Olivia went out on their boat. They are going to buoy 112."

"Shut up you stupid bitch!" Mark exclaimed, starting to swing a foot towards her. Dom blocked it with his leg, instantly realizing it was a bad idea as his knee flared up in excruciating pain. He lowered his gun for a brief second and Mark lunged at him, knocking him to the floor. Dom felt his eyes water in pain as he knee bent completely the wrong way, followed by a soft pop. Mark tightened a hand around his throat, and in that instant, he knew just what he had to do.

Still, afterwards, he was stunned. Dom felt his hands shaking as he pushed the dead weight off of him, the sound of the shot still echoing in his ears. He stumbled forward and collapsed at Gianna's side. But she had closed her eyes. "Gianna… no. You aren't going to die on me!" he screamed, shaking her shoulder gently. She didn't move. He ran a shaking hand across her face as he heard the distant ring of sirens. "I'm sorry." He whispered, kissing her forehead before standing. Ducking out the side access doors, he glanced around for his boat. It wasn't there.

Elliot jumped forward, pulling Olivia down as glass showered around them. When he looked up again he saw that the steering display had been ruined- including the radio. Darby just leaned over the railing of his boat, smiling wickedly. "Too bad this undercover operation was doomed from the start. The only people you told about it- with the exception of Dom and Gianna- were the ones you were trying to catch." Olivia looked up, the horrifying implications of what he was saying hitting her like a ton of bricks. Darby shrugged nonchalantly. "Too bad your kid didn't die when I had that guy attack you. You know… whatever made you so sure that I was Daeman's father? Because, just keep this between you and me, I can't have kids. My cousin, however, is of the blood type B. Aren't you A?"

"Darby! Don't even try to do this. I know for a fact that you are Daeman's father."

"Is that so? Then how is it that your kid is AB? Don't bother to deny it, I checked your medical records when I visited your apartment. My cousin seemed to think it a step in the right direction that I wanted to see my kid, so he let me in."

Elliot turned to stare at Olivia, who was looking absolutely floored. "You told me you were type B," she whispered.

Darby shrugged. "Since when have I ever told you the truth about anything? I only said that to keep you off my back so I could deal with more important things. But, if you must know, I am type O." Olivia stared, her face ashen. "Anyways, see you both later. I am sure that you will wash up on shore someday."

With that, Darby gunned the engine, the deep wake of his boat sending theirs into a fit of tossing. Olivia rolled over onto her back, crunching on some shattered glass, her face buried in her hands. "Olivia…" Elliot began, unsure of anything to say.

She slowly lowered her hands, a tear sliding down her cheek. Then she stood and hurried over to the cabinet, seizing a couple life vests. "You'll need this."