A/N Wow, yet another chapter is up. I'm dreadfully sorry to all that have wanted, or indeed still want, my hide tacked up on their wall because I haven't been updating on a regular basis. I'm also very sorry to those whom I lost as reviewers because you got tired of waiting. Gomen nasai! School's a bitch.
Regrets and Revenge
Elliot's eyes started to shut as he made himself more comfortable on the couch. It was near three in the morning, and he was determined to get at least three hours of sleep before having to report back to the precinct. Yawning, he put his phone down on the floor next to his shoes and fell asleep under the warm, wool blanket.
Olivia Benson was no fool, nor was she completely sober when she stumbled out of her room dressed in only a thin silk nightie. Shapes around blurred and leaped up against her, frightening her into jumping every few seconds. She made her way to the couch, where the TV was still on. Although not turned up very loud, to Olivia it sounded like a harsh screaming was floating through the apartment.
Collapsing on top if a rather lumpy couch, she looked around wildly when she heard a loud male grunt. "Who's there?" Was what she meant to call out, but in her case, it came out more like "who dare?" She still could not figure out why the couch was lumpy, or why it was suddenly thrashing about. Looking down, her brow drew together in confusion. "When did my couch begin looking like Ellie?" She wondered out loud, and then squawked like a chicken when her "couch" suddenly threw her onto the floor.
Elliot Stabler leaped away from his partner and pointed a finger at her. "Woman, get in bed right now!" He didn't realize how suggestive it sounded until she smiled coyly.
"Why, anything you want from me, Mr. Stabler." She sauntered saucily into the dining room and shot him a seductive smirk over her shoulder. "But only if you join me, Mr. Stabler." Her knowing smile deepened when he cursed softly and struggled in vain to hide his growing problem down south.
"Olivia Benson, get your ass in bed right now, or I'll haul it there myself!" Out came the authoritive fatherly voice he used on his kids. He suddenly didn't care how bad it sounded, or looked. Striding across the room he threw her over his shoulder, ignoring how his partner shrieked playfully and spanked him. When he threw her down on the bed and reached behind him, he saw the glint in her eyes and sighed inwardly. When would she quit misinterpreting his actions?
"Why detective, are you going to arrest me? Use your handcuffs and keep me still while you use those oh so sexy muscles on me?" She queried, and faked a terrified look Elliot sighed and indeed cuffed her to the bed. But not to ravish her, as she so eloquently put it. Instead, it was to prevent her from making a bigger ass of herself than she already did. Which was failing.
Bum-Bah!
Robert Goren was one pissed off Detective on a mission; to catch the son of a bitch who had raped and injured his angel. He'd never had such righteous rage before, even knowing who had hurt her. He'd pin this one on her this time and get her ass in prison before she could hurt anyone else. There was no way she'd escape this one. Not only had she murdered, committed Grand larceny, and now rape.
Bobby kicked down the door to Elizabeth Hittchen's house and pointed the gun right at her. "You damn bitch, why Alex?" He yelled, heedless to the man who was standing on his right side with a Smith and Wesson aimed right at his head.
"Ah Detective Goren, such a pleasant surprise. Tell me, how is your mother? I hear her treatment is going… south?" Elizabeth Hittchens said politely, smiling her famous icy smile and turning her cold eyes on Bobby. "So Bobby, I take it you found my little surprise at the precinct?"
Bobby glanced at the gunman and sighed before lowering his gun. "Do you have to fuck around with people's heads like that?" He snapped, then turned around and stalked out, but not before her parting words floated over to him.
"You shouldn't use foul language Bobby. You never know when it might offend somebody."