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Chapter 3

Elliot froze in his position behind the mirror. His eyes went wide and were focused on the scene before him. His hands were calmly at his sides. The idea that this man had rigged all the doors in the precinct seemed implausible. He knew that it was likely the man could be bluffing, but the self-assured smile on his face and the way Olivia had frozen with her hand on the door had caused Elliot to take the threat seriously. If what the guy was saying was true, Olivia was only a few seconds away from death. Elliot, however, wasn't willing to find out the truth through Olivia.

"You think this psycho is telling the truth?" Munch asked.

"It's a chance we can't take. Go tell the Captain what's going on. Fin, make sure no one leaves the building until we figure out what the hell is going on," Elliot ordered before turning back to watch Olivia and the man talk. Elliot felt himself shiver. If this guy was telling the truth, then Olivia was his prisoner, and there would be nothing they could do to get her out.

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Olivia couldn't take her hand off the doorknob. It was crazy to believe this guy had rigged every door, but then again, she really didn't want to be blown to pieces trying to figure it out. Instead, she felt that until she could verify the situation, she would at least try to get as much info out of the guy as possible, so that Elliot or anyone else watching, may be able to figure out how to get her out of this situation.

Olivia released her grip on the door and turned to face him. His face was smug. He knew he had full control of the situation, but he was casually waiting for Olivia to make the next move.

"How do I know what you're saying is true?" Olivia demanded.

"You don't," he answered back, but the desire to brag always makes criminals apt to tell more than they should. "But I assure you it's true."

"How can you assure me it's true? I walked into the building this morning without any problems," Olivia pointed out.

"They're remote censored. As soon as I saw you going for the door I armed ever bomb in the precinct. I have the ability to make all of them go off simultaneously, or, I can make any bomb go off one-at-a-time." Olivia filled with fear. If he really had this ability, he could blow up the whole office with one push off a button. As long as she was in here with him, she would do everything she could to prevent that from happening, but she knew that the Captain would need proof. Cragen could not act without some reliable proof of the man's accusations.

"If what you're saying is true, let me see the remote," Olivia said slowly. The man lifted his handcuffed hands onto the table and leaned forward so that he could be assured that she would hear every word he said.

His voice dropped low so his words almost sounded fatherly. Instead of being comforted, Olivia felt a coldness spread through her body that she couldn't shake away. "Ah, ah, ah, Olivia. That's not how we play this game." He stared into her eyes for a moment longer while leaning across the table before he settled back into the chair. He however, left his hands on the table. "What you are going to do is take the cuffs off my hands."

Olivia looked down at his cuffed hands and shook her head. "I'm not authorized to do that." Actually, Olivia did have the power to do that, but seeing as how the handcuffs were Olivia's only advantage to this tall and buff ex-Marine, Olivia intended to keep it. "And I don't have the key."

"Well, I suggest you get the key, Detective, or I'll get you that proof you wanted." Olivia was torn. She didn't want to be responsible for hurting anyone in the precinct, but she also didn't want to be stuck in the vicinity of a madman who could do anything he wanted to her if his hands were un-cuffed. However, she felt endangering her life was a small price to pay if she could just spare the time to get everyone out of the precinct alive.

Olivia walked with as much confidence as she could to the one-way mirror. Elliot saw every detail of her face as she looked blindly into the mirror before her eyes blankly rested on him. He could see that she was scared, and he wanted nothing more than to reach through the mirror and pull her into his arms, but he couldn't. The glass was bullet proof for the protection of the detectives and the prisoner. Olivia was stuck in there.

Olivia got up as close to the mirror as she could. She kept her voice as quiet as she could. She whispered across the mirror in hope that someone was there and could hear her. At first, her words were unclear to Elliot, but she repeated them three times at varying volumes to be sure that someone could hear her.

"Gregory Morgan," is the name Elliot finally heard her whisper. Elliot figured that that was the name of the guy in the room. If he was right and he didn't have a rep sheet, at least it would be easier for Munch to track down his case file.

"Ask for the key now, Detective!" Gregory said angrily. He was getting suspicious of the length of time Olivia had gone without speaking.

"In order to give me the key, they must be able to come through the door," Olivia called over her shoulder. Elliot smiled. Way to go, Liv. Elliot didn't know whether the guy would by it, but it was worth a try.

"Nice try, Detective," Morgan said with a chuckle, "but I think the key is big enough to fit under the door, don't you?" Elliot's smile quickly faded. This guy wasn't stupid, but then again, Elliot probably should have guessed from his ability to rig the precinct without any of them knowing.

"Pass me the key under the door," Olivia requested loud enough for Morgan to hear her.

"That a girl," Morgan encouraged as Olivia walked over to the door and waited for the silver key to appear. Elliot pulled the standard issue key for the cuffs out of his pocket and looked at it. Olivia depended on the absence of the key in order to survive. Morgan could kill her and Elliot or anybody else in the precinct and they wouldn't be able to stop him if Elliot were to give up that key.

Elliot looked back into the room. Olivia remained standing at the door while Morgan seemed to be watching all her actions like a hawk.

"You better tell your detective friends to hurry up," Morgan said suggestively to Olivia.

"I can't even verify they're out there," Olivia responded.

"For the sake of the other people in this precinct, you better hope they're out there," Morgan said, more as a threat to anyone who could be listening rather than to Olivia. Elliot felt his anger mount. Maybe this is the way to play it. Pretend no one is listening. It could be the only way to keep Olivia safe, Elliot thought. But it's also the way to get the rest of us killed, another part of his brain reminded him.

"Elliot! What the hell is going on here?" Captain Donald Cragen demanded. "I've got Munch telling me that a guy turned himself in for rape and somehow managed to put bombs around the whole precinct."

"That's the perp," Elliot said, pointing at Morgan through the window.

"What's Olivia doing in there by herself?" Cragen asked.

"His name's Gregory Morgan. He's an ex-Marine and an old case of Olivia's. He asked specifically for her when he turned himself in," Elliot explained.

"What about the bombs? Have they been verified?"

"No, but they might be soon. He's requested he be un-cuffed and Olivia needs the key."

"Is there anyway to get her out of there?"

Elliot felt himself looking down at his shoes. "For the moment, no." Cragen looked at Elliot in disbelief before glancing back at Olivia and snapping into action.

"Elliot, get on the phone with the NYPD and tell them the situation. Request a bomb squad be present immediately. Munch, get me everything you can find on this Gregory Morgan. I want to know everything, girlfriends, medical history, service time, etc… Someone needs to get Huang's ass down here so we can figure out what we're dealing with. I'll put the precinct on alert." Cragen concluded.

"Sir, Olivia…" Elliot pointed out.

"We're not going to leave her, Elliot," Cragen said softly. "But we need to get these things taken care of. As soon as you make your call, I want you back here, that's an order." Elliot nodded, but both of them knew that it really wasn't an order. Both of them that in mind anyway.

"And the key?" Elliot asked.

Cragen's eyes narrowed in determination. "He's not getting the fucking key."

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Olivia looked under the doorway for the key once more before walking back over to the table. "No one's out there." Olivia stated matter-of-factly.

"Bull shit," Morgan said turning angry. "They're out there, but they're not giving me the key. Fine, they want to play, we'll play." Olivia watched as his hands made their way towards the pocket of his pants where Olivia could make-out the indentations of buttons creating a rectangular shape on the outside of his pants. The buttons seemed to be in rows of four-by-four.

His right pointer finger reached out to push one of the buttons just Olivia took the initiative and tackled him. The force brought the two of them and the chair crashing to the ground. Olivia was careful not to allow him or her to land on his right side and consequently push the button.

As he lay there momentarily stunned, Olivia reached for the pocket. She felt her hand close around the edge of the remote when Morgan seemed to recover from the attack. His position on his left side allowed him an open shot to Olivia's face despite the fact his hands were cuffed. Olivia reeled back from the hit, loosing her grip on the remote. Before Olivia could react, Morgan jumped on her, his legs straddling her body. She gasped as a rush of air was expelled from her lungs when he sat on her. Before catching her breath, he brought the chain that separated the two cuffs across her neck and pulled it tight.

Olivia brought her arms up from her sides and put them in front of her so that she was resting on her elbows as she struggled to pull the chain from her neck with her hands.

"That was stupid, Olivia," he hissed into her ear as gave a harsh jerk of the chain. Olivia could only let out a strangled gasp. Her breathing was rushed and shallow even to her own her ears as she struggled. "You know, this is nothing compared to the pain I've felt. Consider yourself lucky." He gave one last hard yank before releasing the chain and getting up off her body. Olivia let of a round of coughing as an unexpected rush of air began to fill her lungs.

"Attention all members of the Special Victims Unit." Through her coughing, Olivia could make out the familiar voice of Captain Cragen. Morgan's voice turned up towards the loudspeaker in the room. He smiled seeming genuinely amused by Cragen's words. "It's imperative that all of you do exactly as I instruct. A situation has arisen and as a result no one is allowed to enter or leave the building until further notice. We have reason to believe bombs may have been placed on doors throughout the precinct. If you are inside an office or restroom, you will have to remain there until we have declared that door safe. No one is to attempt to disarm any of these bombs if sighted. I repeat, no one is to attempt to leave the building at this time. That is all."

Morgan laughed. "Well, I'm glad your boss is taking me seriously, but I don't know if everyone else here really believes him. I think we should make sure they do."

Once again, Morgan reached down to the right pocket of his pants. Olivia watched his fingers tread lightly over the buttons until he apparently found one he liked. Olivia struggled to catch her breath and obtain the energy she would need for another attack but without success. She watched in horror as his smile brightened and his face lit up in anticipation. His finger made only the slightest movement before the ground of the precinct shook and an explosion was heard. In a manner of seconds, the explosion was muffled by screams.