A/N: Does a little dance All of you people are wonderful! Amazing! I never expected so many reviews. Even the amount of hits I've gotten is surprising me! I'm so glad you all are enjoying it. All of you have such a good record up to this point; I don't want it to stop! I'll do my best to update as regularly as I can, so please don't give up hope! Once again, thank you!

Zephyr: I tried to describe the scene so that Olivia was aware of where the remote is, so she was conscientious of it when she jumped him. I don't know how realistic it is. It's probably more likely that one of them would go off, but if she was careful like she intended…

Chapter 4

"Yes, I'll pass that information on to Captain Cragen. Thank you," Elliot said hanging up the phone. He had just finished talking with the NYPD and they had informed them that a bomb squad was on their way. They suggested in the meantime that they do what Cragen had already instructed: stay put.

Elliot ran a hand through his hair worriedly. Now that he had finished making the phone call, he could finally return to the interrogation room to make sure Olivia was okay. He hated this situation. He could deal with tortures, beatings, and whatever hell some criminal threw at him, but he couldn't handle seeing it done to anyone else. Although nothing like that had happened yet, there wasn't anything to stop it from commencing and there was certainly no way to stop it.

He turned with determination towards the interrogation rooms when a sudden explosion went off on the second floor. Elliot immediately dropped to his knees. He heard someone yell "Get down!" but he couldn't tell who it was. Wood from the balcony and door quickly became airborne and began to rain down on the people below. People began screaming, and when Elliot felt that it was okay to stand, he surveyed the remains.

A hole about three feet across broke the flow of the railing. The ends on either side of the hole leaned at awkward angles and were splintered with harsh jagged ends. From his position on the ground floor, he could not see any of the door. The force of the explosion had caused the door to fly inwards and out of sight.

Elliot saw Fin attending to a woman who had been struck by falling pieces of the banister, but Fin himself looked unharmed. Munch, who had taken shelter under his desk, now stood up and was helping those near him. Elliot now concerned that someone might have been in that office, ran upstairs. The office belonged to a senior detective, David Morse. A quick evaluation revealed the door hanging slightly off the bottom hinge, which caused it to rest at a twenty-degree angle. A section about two inches from the doorknob had been cleanly blown off. A black ash that had burned the door darkened the area around the hole. He did not see any sign of Detective Morse.

"Detective Morse?" Elliot called. A groan came from the other side of the desk and Elliot quickly ran over to it. Detective Morse laid on the ground in his chair, a slightly dazed look on his face. Apparently the explosion had knocked him over. Elliot instantly noticed a two-inch cut run across the man's forehead and was bleeding into his white hairline.

"Can you stand?" Elliot asked. Detective Morse nodded and Elliot helped him to his feet while investigating his cut. "Come on, let's get you downstairs. You're probably going to need stitches."

"Stitches?" The man said, his eyes beginning to focus. "For this thing?" He asked as he put his hand to his head and pulled back blood in surprise. "This is nothing. Have them save their equipment for someone who really needs it."

Elliot didn't say anything. Whether or not Morse wanted to admit that he was injured was his choice, but as far as Elliot was concerned Morse was going to see a doctor. "Tell me what happened."

Morse shrugged. "I was just sitting in my office, following the Captain's orders when boom! The bomb went off."

Elliot stared. "You mean you didn't touch the door?"

"No, that's what I meant when I said I was following orders." Elliot took Morse downstairs and released him in the care of Dr. Melinda Warner, who had been called up following the blast. The look Warner sent him demanded to know what was going on, but Elliot ignored it. He needed to find Cragen. If this guy could set off any door at any time, then their problem was bigger than they originally thought.

Elliot searched the crowd without success. He could tell Cragen later. In the meantime, he needed to check on Olivia. They had been away from the interrogation room longer than Elliot would have liked. Not that he enjoyed watching his partner remain at the mercy of a psycho rapist, but he liked knowing what was going on with her than allowing his mind to create horrible scenarios.

When he reached the scene, he watched as Olivia gingerly stood up from the floor. Morgan was standing in satisfaction, observing her slow movements. Even from where he stood, Elliot could make out a red circle around her left eye that was beginning to fade into a darkening purple. Harsh red welts were also seen going across her neck. What the hell happened? Elliot wanted to know, but he could deduce nothing from his position behind the glass.

"Don't worry Olivia," Morgan said with mock concern for Olivia's feelings. "The blast was a small one. Just enough to prove my threat."

Elliot could tell that Olivia was trying as hard as she could to keep the fear and worry from reaching her face. She had no idea what kind of damage the explosion had caused. Elliot wished he could run in there and assure her that for the most part everyone was okay. Unfortunately, now that Morgan had thoroughly proven what sort of power he had, Elliot knew that wasn't possible.

"What do you want, Greg?" Olivia demanded, somehow finding the nerve to step closer to him. "You've come in here declaring you raped two women and we suddenly find ourselves in a situation where we can't leave the precinct. If you wanted to blow us all up at once it would have been all too easy. So what do you want?"

Morgan nodded in satisfaction. "I see your point, but I'm not answering your question till I'm out of these cuffs, and if I don't get the keys, I assure you, I will set off another bomb."

"You do realize the bomb squad is on its way. It's standard procedure for a situation like this," Olivia stated. "What do you think is going to happen to you when you try to set off another one of your bombs and it doesn't go off?"

Morgan's grin deepened and he closed the little distance that remained between them. Olivia held her ground and met his gaze. "That's the reason I've got you, Olivia. They may be able to locate all the bombs. Hell, they may be able to figure out how to disarm them, though it's quite difficult, but they cannot reach the one on this door, therefore they can't reach me. That means, Olivia, they can't reach you." Olivia's eyes widened and she found herself taking a step back away from him.

"You're scared," Morgan pointed out. "As you should be."

"This is crazy," Olivia shot back, not knowing what else she could say. For the moment she was stuck in a hopeless situation. Her threats held no backing since she had no access to anyone who could help her. "You're going to get caught."

"That may be true but whether or not I'm caught does not depend on your fate, Olivia." Olivia turned a sharp gaze towards Morgan, but Morgan just laughed. Elliot felt his hands ball into fists at his side. If Morgan were to ever be within his reach, he wouldn't live long enough to blink.

How Olivia managed to keep her voice so strong when her eyes held so much fear, Elliot couldn't be sure. Maybe it was because he just knew her that well. He could see through the type of person she liked to pretend to be in difficult situations. No matter how she did it, Elliot admired her for it and prayed to God that he was the only one who could see the fear in her eyes. "If I die by your hand, Greg, you can be assured of one thing: your death, and when you're in hell, I assure you I won't be there, but at least I know you'll be suffering through all that hell has to offer."

"I'm already in hell," Morgan muttered as he circled around away from Olivia, heading for the mirror. He stopped, his face only centimeters from the glass. He switched his gaze back and forth from one side of the mirror to the other. Being a one-way mirror, Elliot knew that Morgan had no idea where he was and therefore had to keep his gaze steadily moving.

"You've already seen what I'm capable of. I suggest that someone give me the key to these cuffs," he said shaking the cuffs in front of the window, "or I'll blow up another door. You've got ten minutes." Looking into the man's eyes as he stood there, Elliot had no doubt that his threat was real. Elliot, therefore, felt only a little relief when Cragen suddenly appeared next to him.

"What happened, Elliot?" Cragen demanded after taking a quick glance into the interrogation room. Elliot quickly explained his telephone conversation, his conversation with Morse, as well as the most current threat Morgan now posed.

"Damnit," Cragen said looking into the room. "Did the squad say how long till they get here?"

"No, Sir, and even if they did, we can't count on them to disarm the bombs in time," Elliot said, never taking his eyes off of Morgan and Olivia. Cragen rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. Elliot had the feeling he was struggling to come up with a decision.

"Give him the key," Cragen whispered.

"Cap…" Elliot tried.

"We can't risk it, Elliot. There's not enough time. I've got to believe that he doesn't intend on hurting her. She's his best bargaining tool," Cragen said sorrowfully. Elliot knew that Cragen didn't want to give up the key or put Olivia in harms way any more than she already was, but he still hated it. He hated it even more because he knew if he were in Cragen's position, he would do the same thing in hopes of saving a lot more people.

Elliot took out a small silver key and placed it in his palm. It was the standard key to open all cuffs made for the SVU facility.

"Six minutes, Detectives," Morgan said after having glanced at his watch. He was standing at the far side of the left mirror, leaning against it, waiting. Elliot walked over to the door and knocked. His height gave his eyes the perfect view into the room. His eyes met Olivia's. He tried sending her a vote of confidence in his gaze, but he was blocked when Morgan's own blue eyes appeared in front of him.

Morgan seemed to be sizing Elliot up. He moved back away from the window like a door so that Elliot was given a clear shot of Olivia again. Elliot glanced up at her, but quickly turned his gaze back to Morgan. A look of triumph appeared on his face and Elliot felt sick, not knowing what he could have possibly done to make Morgan happy. The key was still in his hand.

"Under the door, Detective," Morgan instructed. Elliot glared at Morgan before he placed the key on the ground by his foot. Morgan's face disappeared from view as Elliot stood back to full height.

"We'll get you out," Elliot mouthed to Olivia, now that she was in view again. Olivia gave him a quick nod of understanding before his shoe squeaked against the floor after having kicked the key. Morgan's face appeared a minute later holding the empty pair of handcuffs in front of the small door window.

"Thank you, Detective. That was a smart move." Morgan turned around and headed back towards Olivia. Elliot immediately left the door window and headed back to the large one-way mirror. Olivia seemed to be eyeing the handcuffs with trepidation as Morgan purposefully approached her with them.

"So tell me Olivia, who was your boyfriend at the window?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know," Olivia lied. No matter what, she was going to make sure that he didn't get any more leverage out of her than he already had.

"Really?" Morgan asked doubtfully. "Because he sure seemed to know you."

"Yeah? Well maybe he's a stalker," Olivia answered. If this had been any other situation, Elliot might have laughed at her answer, but the expression on Morgan's face kept any sort of chuckle out of his throat. Before Olivia could block him, Morgan had slapped her hard across the face. Olivia hit the wall of the concrete interrogation room, hard. Morgan quickly advanced on her and took advantage of her slightly dazed state to force her into a nearby chair.

"Is that so?" he asked as he straddled her once again, this time he stretched his body across her chest so that he could maneuver the chain of the cuffs onto the middle bar of the back of the chair. "You know what I think?" Olivia turned her head away, trying to keep his hot breath of her cheek. She struggled to keep her hands out of his grasp, but he was much stronger. Before she knew it, the cold metal bracelets had been secured around her wrists. She tried pulling on either end of them, but the wooden bar kept the cuffs in limited movement.

"I think," he said, putting his full weight on her legs now, his legs dangling out somewhere behind her. He bent down and whispered into her ear. "I think that he loves you." Just when Olivia thought he was going to pull away from her, he bent down, and kissed her cheek. "Which is going to make this a lot more interesting."