A.N. Ok, just to be clear, this story has been going backwards. The events in this chapter took place before those in the previous chapter, which took place before the chapter before that, etc.. Sorry, if I wasn't clear before. The proper sequence of events would be ch4, ch3, ch2, then ch1.

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This is the weekend before the week discussed in chapter 3.

"Could I get you another, Olivia?" the bartender asked smiling down at her. He was a towering man with soft green eyes. His giant-like stature clashed drastically with his charismatic demeanor. He made the perfect bartender. Tough, yet friendly. Olivia nodded, returning the smile. She came here frequently and occasionally he would strike up a conversation with her. He seemed like a nice man.

A neatly dressed dark haired woman approached her and took the seat besides her. "God, I had to walk two blocks just to get a damn signal." She shoved her cell phone back in her purse.

"This must be a dead zone," Olivia suggested. "What are you gonna do?" she sighed.

The woman took a long sip of her drink before slamming the empty glass on the bar. "Well, I finally reached the sitter. Charlie's throwing up all over the place."

"How pleasant," Olivia joked, knowing where this was going.

The woman started to pull on her jacket. "I'm sorry, Liv. I hate to do this to you, but I gotta get home."

"No, Jenny," Olivia returned shaking her head. "I understand." She did, and she wasn't upset. As a single person she had come to expect this from her friends with children. Your children should always come first. She wished someone had told her mother that when she was a kid.

Jenny took some bills from her purse and threw them on the bar. "I really am sorry. I'll call you tomorrow. We'll reschedule."

"Yeah." Olivia smiled. "You're not driving, are you?" she called as Jenny started to make her way through the crowed bar.

Jenny turned around. "No, detective," she answered with a smirk. "I'm gonna hail a cab." Olivia nodded, then waved her off with a laugh. Jenny was an old friend from college and it had become routine for them to go for drinks every once in awhile to keep up with each other's hectic lives.

"Here you go, Beautiful," the bartender said placing her drink in front of her.

Olivia turned her attention from the noisy group of college students in the corner to the bartender. "Thanks Dan."

"Where's your friend?"

"She had to go," Olivia answered sipping her drink.

Dan smiled. "Well, I guess its just you and me, Gorgeous." He untied his apron and threw it under the counter. "Guess what? My shift just ended," he said coming out from behind the bar with a grin. "Mind if I join you?"

Olivia laughed, again bringing her glass to her lips. Dan was always flirtatious, but not in a rude offensive way. "No. Not at all." He sat down beside her, where Jenny had earlier.

"Well," he started as he leaned toward her, "how are you tonight?"

"I'm good. You?"

"Can't complain. So, what do you do?" he asked next. "You never mentioned it before. And you already know what my job is."

She smiled and circled the rim of her glass with her finger-
tip. "What do you think I do?" she asked coyly. She wasn't interested in him, he wasn't her type, but she figured there was no harm in flirting. Frankly, she enjoyed the ego-stroking. It was always nice to have someone interested in you.

Dan squinted his eyes at her. "I don't know," he finally said.

"Oh come on, you're not even trying," she laughed.

They continued to talk for a few minutes. He never guessed what she did, so she never told him. When she finished her drink she pushed her chair back and stood up. A sudden shot of pain rushed to her head. She brought her hand to her head and took a wobbly step back. "Whoa," she mumbled. Dan quickly rose and put his hand on her back to steady her. "I think that last one went straight to my head," she said. She didn't think she had that much to drink, but she had been there for quite a while now and wasn't really keeping track. To add to the matter she hadn't eaten since noon. "It was nice talking to you, but I think I'm going to head home."

Dan helped her with her jacket. "All right." She started to search through her bag. "No, no. It's on the house."

"Thanks," she said with a soft smile.

He looked her over for a moment. "You know, I'm on my way out too. Why don't I walk you home? Its late and this ain't exactly the safest city in the world."

"That's not necessary," she insisted.

"Please. I won't be able to live with myself if something happens to you." He looked at her with his huge puppy dog eyes and pouted.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Fine." He was so charming she couldn't bring herself to refuse the offer.

"You live close?" he asked once they started walking.

Olivia nodded. "Three blocks."

"Not bad." He racked his brain for something to say. "Been in the city all your life?" She nodded again. Her head was hurting and she didn't feel like talking much. Dan continued to make small talk as they walked.

"This is me," Olivia said stopping in front of her building.

"Oh." There was an awkward silence. Olivia wasn't sure what he expected her to do.

"Well thanks," she finally said extending her hand. He shook it absently.

"Sure, no problem." She started to walk into the building. "Hey," Dan called just before she reached the front door. She turned around. "Do you think I could use your bathroom? I got kind of a long commute back to my place."

Olivia hesitated. She didn't really know this man and would never let a stranger into her home. Then again, she had spent quite a bit of time talking with him, and she didn't want to be rude. She couldn't tell him no after he had been so nice to her. "Of course," she answered although not completely sure it was a good idea. "Come on up." Dan smiled and followed her into the building.

"Thanks," Dan said emerging from the bathroom. Olivia was sitting on the couch.

"No problem." She got up to let him out.

"Um," Dan started, "if it's not to much trouble, could I have a glass of water?"

Olivia looked at him strangely. The nerve of some people, she thought. "Sure." She went into the kitchen to fetch the water. When she returned he was sitting on the couch looking at a magazine that she had tossed on the coffee table earlier. "Here you go," she said handing him the glass. He patted the cushion next to him playfully and she reluctantly sat down. I should have been rude, she thought.

Dan took a sip of the water before placing it on the table. "You got a nice place here," he said looking around. She nodded, wishing he would just leave. Her headache was getting worse. There was a brief pause. Dan grinned and put his hand on her knee. "So," he began lowly. Olivia immediately shoved it off.

"Its late. I think you should go." She started to get up but he grabbed her wrist.

He smiled. The smile that was charming and cute before was now terrifying and creepy. "Where you going?" He pulled her down and leaned over her.

"No, Dan. Knock it off." She tried to pull her arm back from him, but he had a firm grip on her wrist. His lips brushed over hers and she started to struggle harder. "Get off of me," she said firmly, trying to sit up. Instantly she was reminded of her of the few drinks she had earlier. A wicked sort of pain shot to her head, causing her to fall back. "Stop!" she demanded.

Dan held her shoulder down with one hand. "Come on baby," he whispered as his other hand explored her body. She tried to move, get out from under him, but she couldn't. She was laying flat on the couch with the brunt of his weight on top her. When she started to push at him, he took her hands and pinned them to the top of the couch. With one strong hand he was able to hold both of hers so that she couldn't move them at all.

"No! Stop it!" she shrieked realizing what was about to happen. He didn't. Her stomach was turning, the sickness rising. He continued to touch her till his free hand finally made its way to her pants. He fumbled with the buttons. "No! Don't!" She jerked her body about frantically, managing to knee him in the groin.

"Damn it!" he cried, slapping her across the face. Her cheek burned from the impact of his hand. "Shut up and don't move." He tugged her jeans and panties down. This was the man she once thought of as sweet?

"Please, don't do this," she pleaded as she writhed under him. He hit her again, this time across the mouth. How did it come to this? How did he so quickly reduce her to begging?

Now he started to undo his own pants. "No. Don't, please." The words came tumbling out of her mouth with desperation. She didn't want to upset him and risk getting hit again, but she couldn't censor herself. Tears started to flow. She couldn't stop him. He was too strong. He took hold of her hands again. This time pinning one on each side of her head. With one quick painful motion he was inside her. She gasped sharply and shut her eyes tight. "Stop," she cried. "Please, stop."

Dan ignored her cries and her begging. He moved inside her with a steady pace, thrusting himself into her forcefully. He wore a dazed look across his face. Like he was in the zone, unaware of what was going on around him. Like he was indifferent to her pain.

She gave up struggling and pleading. It was no use. She was completely immobilized. The only sounds now were her whimpering and his grunting. She kept her eyes closed, trying to think about something else, anything else. Don't focus on the pain, the humiliation, the violation. It's almost over, she kept telling herself. It felt like she was telling herself that forever.

Finally Dan let out one last deep grunt and she felt him finish. The possibilities filled her mind. AIDS? STDs? Pregnancy? She pushed the thoughts aside. She would worry about that later, if there would be a later. What was he going to do now?

She opened her eyes to see him sitting back, smiling down at her, like he had done in the bar. She wanted to vomit. He leaned forward. She pulled her head back, wincing, preparing herself for the worst. His lips pressed against hers and his hand traveled through her hair. She started to gag. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or his tongue in her mouth that was making her nauseous.

Then, just as quickly as he had gotten on top of her, he pulled himself off her. She lay perfectly still as he zipped his pants up, took a swig of the water she had brought him and let himself out. She stood up and started towards the door. She locked the door and went into the bedroom.

Now alone in her apartment, Olivia sat on her bed, hugging her knees to her chest and crying. She couldn't believe it. After all her years working in SVU, after pissing off dozens of rapists and psychopaths, after being threatened by some of the sickest bastards out there, it was the friendly bartender that did it. How ironic, she thought with disgust.

The thoughts, regrets and questions swam through her mind. Why didn't I see through his act? I let him into my apartment. What the hell was I thinking? He was nice. Nice? How did he fool me? How could I be so stupid? And he got up like nothing had happened. I'm suppose to be strong. This isn't suppose to happen to me. I'm a freaking cop, damn it! How could I let this happen? Why?

P.S. This might be the final chapter because there's really nowhere else to go...at least not working backwards. If I do continue, I'd probably shift back into the present and go from after chapter one. Ok, I know, I'm getting all crazy here. Sorry. Let me know what you think. Please review.