One Heart
Summary: See ch1
Disclaimer: Still don't own them
A/N: OMG, so glad everyone LOVES the action, but hold your breaths, because there is way more to come!
All I Have to Do
As Olivia sped through Queens, she got on her radio and called for back-up to meet her at Kathy's house. She also called Cragen to let him know what was going on.
Elliot was sitting next to her silently praying that his son was alright. He was also slightly amazed at the speed at which she was rushing to the house.
He knew that she cared about his kids, but the way she was driving showed him that she not only cared for them, but she loved them. She seemed almost as worried as Elliot and Kathy were about the 13 year old boy.
Back at his house Dickie was laying across the couch. He was flipping through day-time TV as Brian made him chicken soup in the kitchen.
"Hey man." He said as he made his way into the living room with some lunch for his girlfriend's son. "You wanna try to eat something?"
"Ah, sure." Dickie said, a little unsure. He hadn't told anyone, but the night before he finally gave into his sister's nagging and searched the internet for American criminals. After about halfan hour of half-heartedly searching, he finally found him. He wasn't sure what to do. He had planned on telling his father that Wednesday when it was his night, but, unfortunately, hadn't counted on being left alone with Brian today.
"Alright, I'll leave this on the coffee table, and I'll be right inside." He said, indicating the office. "I have to get some work done. If you need me just call." He added as he made his way out of the room.
Dickie wasn't about to just stay there on the couch with a murderer sitting in the next room. He quietly made his way off the couch and tip toed into the hall.
He stopped dead in his tracks when Brian's voice boomed from the office. Little did Dickie know that Brian would be needing the internet to do his work. While he was typing his website into the search bar he stumbled across the Most Wanted Site Dickie had found his picture on.
"Richard! Could you come in here please?" He called. He sounded like nothing was wrong, but Dickie could sense the anger in his voice.
Dickie just froze. He knew he was caught.
"Richard, now!" Brian called. He exited the office, and Dickie quickly and quietly made his way into the kitchen.
He listened intently to the footsteps coming from the hall and heading into the den where he had been laying.
"Dickie, where are you. We need to talk about something." Brian's voice came. Dickie could hear him throwing blankets and cushions around in the other room looking for him.
Dickie's voice caught in his throat when he heard the footsteps change direction and head toward the kitchen. He inched his way behind the refrigerator.
He was too busy focusing on Brian, methodically making his way to the kitchen that he didn't even hear the back door in the kitchen slowly open.
A large pair of hands grabbed the boy from behind. He tried desperately to struggle, and scream. (Although he wasn't sure who he was calling to, after all, the only other person in the house was probably going to kill him) His efforts were in vain though, because one of the hands was wrapped tightly around his body, pulling him onto the back porch, while the other was clamped over his mouth so tightly that he could barely breathe.
As soon as he was pulled out the door his survival instincts kicked in. He began swinging his arms around, and kicking the large mass pulling him away from the door. He made muffled cries.
Suddenly he felt the warm breath of the man holding him on his ear. The man whispered, "Dickie, stop, calm down, it's me."
As quickly as his fighting instincts had kicked in, they subsided when he realized the voice whispering to him belonged to his father.
As soon as Dickie stopped struggling Elliot loosened his grip.
"Dad, oh man Dad, thank God." He cried as he turned to face his father and Oliviawho were standing behind him.
"Shh Dickie, it's okay, you're safe now." Elliot soothed as Dickie threw himself into his father's protecting arms.
"Dad, Brian, he's, he's bad Dad." Dickie stammered.
"I know son. It's okay. We're gonna get him away from you guys." He assured his shaking son.
"Dad, I think he has a gun." He warned him.
"Okay. Dickie, I want you to go with Olivia to the car. Stay as quiet as you can." Elliot whispered, looking to Olivia silently asking her to take care of his son.
Dickie hugged his father, and then took Olivia's arm as she led him cautiously to the car.
Elliot drew his service gun, cocked it, and cautiously made his way into the familiar kitchen of his old house. He tip toed his way around he refrigerator and listened intently to the silence that surrounded him.
'Where the hell is this bastard?' He thought as he checked the empty kitchen. He looked up to the ceiling when he heard someone's footsteps above him.
'Got him,' He thought. But then he heard something else, something that made his heart stop beating in his chest.
Elliot heard the front door open, and could clearly make out the voice of his 17 year old daughter Kathleen coming from the foyer.
"Oh man Mel; we got so lucky that Mr. Nelson let us leave campus during study hall to get that damn project!" Kathleen beamed, unknowing of the danger that was lurking on the landing of the stairs in her home.
"I know, he usually has such a strict no leaving policy! I think I would have cried if we got a zero after all the work we did on that thing." Melanie answered. "Where is everyone?" She then asked. "Didn't you say your brother and Mom's boyfriend were here?" She asked suddenly.
Elliot prayed Brian wouldn't hear them, but, unfortunately these prayers would go unanswered.
"I dunno." Kathleen answered. "Oh well, let's just get it and get back to school." She said, brushing it off.
Brian was to intently searching for Dickie, that he hadn't even heard the girls come in. He only noticed them when he made his way back down the stairs.
"Dickie, where are you!" He called angrily.
"Oh, Brian." Kathleen jumped. She had never heard his voice so angry before. "You scared me." She said, before noticing his gun. "What's going on?" She asked, Elliot could hear the sudden fear in her voice.
'Damnit!' He thought. He hurriedly made his way out of the security of the kitchen and into the foyer.
Kathleen andMelanie had huddled together in the corner of the room while Brian was standing in front of them with his gun aimed at them.
He looked up when he heard Elliot enter the room. He quickly grabbed Kathleen and held her with his gun pointed to her head.
"Don't move Stabler." He warned as Elliot tensed quickly. "I don't want to hurt her. She's a good girl. She doesn't deserve to die." Brian added. He really didn't want to kill Kathleen, but he would if he needed to.
"Then put the gun down Brian." Elliot almost pleaded, tears in his eyes. "She didn't do anything wrong. Just let her go, and we'll talk about this." He tried to reason with the man.
"Daddy." Kathleen cried, trying to pry Brian's arms off of her. "Please Daddy." She begged.
"It's okay Baby. I'm right here. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." Elliot said softly, trying to comfort his daughter.
"Don't tell her that Elliot!" Brian yelled. "Don't make promises you can't keep! All I have to do is put a little pressure on this trigger and she's dead!"
TBC... CLIFFHANGER! REVIEW (told you there would be mega action!)
