CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Inside the apartment, Sasha didn't seem too concerned about what was going on outside the walls of the apartment. She was hungrily kissing Elliot, savoring the taste of his mouth against hers. Elliot was going along, shrewdly calculating how best to get him and Olivia out of the apartment to safety.

"Tell me Detective Stabler," she said breathily after they broke apart. "Does that bitch kiss like I do?"

Elliot stared deep into her eyes. "No, Sasha. She doesn't."

Sasha smiled wide. The devil gave up so easily. She won. He was hers.

"I'm surprised the last battle went the way it did," she said. "I was sure I was going o have to kill him e few more times before he gave in."

"Who gave in Sasha?"

She rolled her eyes. Seriously, she was definitely the more intelligent of the pair. "The devil," she said slowly, as if she were talking to a child. "He kept me away from you. He didn't want us to be together. But I won. We can do anything and everything we want Elliot."

Before Elliot could ask just who the devil was, the phone rang. Furious, she marched over to the phone and snatched it up. "WHAT! Stop fucking calling. We don't NEED you Doc!"

"Sasha," Huang said reasonably, "In order for us to leave you alone, we need to pass on a message to Elliot about his kids."

"Tell me, I'll tell him," she said irritably. Those kids. God, she was going to have to do something about that.

"No, they are here," Huang lied cringing. If she found out the truth, it could backfire. "They want to speak to him."

Getting her patience under control, she held the phone out to him. "It's your kids, lover," she said with false cheerfulness. "Make it quick okay?"

"Hello?"

"Elliot, in order to get Sasha to switch back to Olivia you need to traumatize her somehow," Huang instructed. "I'm not sure how you are going to do without harming yourself, but it's the only way we are going to get her out of there alive."

"Okay baby, I love you too," Elliot replied. He turned and looked at Sasha. She was posing for him against the couch. She was still naked and Elliot had an idea. He was probably going to go to hell for it, but he was out of ideas.

"Let's make love Sasha," he said seductively. "In the bedroom." He wanted to be far away from the eyes of the police. She grabbed his hand and tugged him into the bedroom. They fell together in a heap and rolled around the cool sheets, attacking each others mouths, Sasha greedily ripping off his clothes.

He couldn't get aroused, it was important not to. But Sasha's writhing body on top of him had him thinking about Olivia and it was hard not to be affected.

"What's wrong Elliot?" Sasha asked, the first seed of worry settling into her mind. He was slowing down, getting distracted.

He cleared his throat. It's now or never. Without the gun, he was positive he could take her. "Well…you're just not Olivia."

Sasha sprung off the bed, stunned. "What?" she gasped.

Elliot sat up, finally taking control. "I don't want you Sasha. I want Olivia. You could never give me what she gives me."

Sasha screamed and lunged at Elliot. He quickly dodged her blows and rolled off the bed, landing in a steady fighting stance. Sasha was just as quick. She flipped on her side and lashed her foot out towards his face. Elliot deflected most of the quick but was still knocked back a bit. He grabbed her prone leg and pulled her off the bed and laid on top of her, slapping away her blows.

"You bastard, you ungrateful bastard," she screamed. "Do you have any idea? Any idea!"

He punched her. He had to. He had to snap her back. I'm so sorry Olivia, he said in silent prayer.

The blow stilled her movements. Sasha raised her hand to her face and held the throbbing cheek.

"You'll pay for this Elliot," she said evilly, before closing her eyes and drifting off.

Breathing heavily, he checked her pulse. She was alive, just out. Elliot picked her up off the floor and laid her gently on the bed. He threw a cover over her naked body to protect from stares. He then he grabbed his shirt and went for the door.