Infamous

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A/N: Thank you, thank you everyone who reviewed. I would love to take the time to thank you all but I'm afraid of leaving someone out. But ya'll know who you are so just wanted to say that ya'll are my sunshine, my only sunshine (okay a little on the sappy side there) I love getting reviews so thanks again. Also I think that this story will actually remain rated T for at least another chapter or so.

Olivia's head began to swim as she continued to gasp for air. She was cursing herself for ever getting into a situation like the one she was currently in as she prayed that White would loosen his grip on her throat before she passed out.

White saw that she was having a hard time breathing and although he was enjoying watching her struggle, he didn't want her to pass out because he knew that she would be no fun if she was unconscious. He relaxed his grip just enough so that she could breathe without difficulty.

Olivia could still hear Elliot's voice coming over the cell phone but White seemed to be ignoring him.

"Let her go," Elliot was begging, he was actually begging.

White stood up taking Olivia with him and took a few steps forward. Without saying a word to Elliot, White hung up the cell phone and tossed it aside. White motioned to the man who held the gun for him to hand it over.

As the gun passed in front of her face Olivia knew that it was time to make her move. Although White had her by the neck, her arms were relatively free and in the brief instant that the gun wasn't trained on her, she struck.

The gun flew about twenty feet before coming to rest at the feet of Elliot, who had just reached their position. Elliot picked up the gun and pointed it at White "Let her go!" he commanded.

White was undaunted by this new development, he shifted so that he was behind Olivia. He was taller than Olivia and his shoulders were broader but the message was clear 'just how good of a shot are you?'

Olivia brought her right foot up behind her hard so that the back of her shin made contact with White's crotch.

White winced in pain but refused to let go of Olivia. In fact he once again tightened his grip around her neck this time completely shutting off her air supply. Elliot watched helplessly as his partner was strangled right before his eyes.

It was at this time that the three other men decided that they'd better go while the going was good and they fled the ware house, unnoticed by Elliot or by White for that matter.

Olivia struggled for air. She saw the horrified expression on Elliot's face and knew that she couldn't give up now, if she died she knew that he would blame himself and she cared about him too much for that.

She put her last ounce of strength into one final move. She thrust her elbow backwards as hard as she could into White's stomach. She was successful, she knocked all of the air out of him and he fell to the ground, releasing his grip on her throat.

Olivia collapsed to the ground beside White. She tried to get up but White was the first to recover. He grabbed her and slammed her head hard against the cement floor, she blacked out instantly.

White picked her up in his arms. At that moment Elliot made his move. While White's upper body was shielded by Olivia's unconscious form, his legs were not. Elliot made a split second decision and fired. He hit White in the right shin.

Startled, White dropped Olivia and deciding that it wasn't worth it at the moment, he took off running as fast as he could, which even though he had been shot in the leg, was pretty fast.

Elliot looked to the fleeing White and then to his unconscious partner. Deciding that White wouldn't get very far, Elliot rushed to Olivia's side.

"Liv?" he knelt on the floor beside her and felt for a pulse. He smiled when he felt it, her pulse was strong and defiant 'Just like you' he thought. He cradled her head in his lap as he used his radio to call for a bus and back up. Her eyes remained closed as he gently brushed some stray strands of hair from her face "You know," he began speaking to her softly "I'm so glad that your such a stubborn person," his eyes misted over "I don't know what I would've done if I'd lost you," a tear escaped his eye and landed amidst her eyelashes.

Her eyes fluttered open "Is it raining in here?" she asked, a week smile crossing her lips.

"Oh thank God," Elliot said holding her closer.

Olivia let herself rest in his arms. She felt safe, protected, like she belonged there. Suddenly a thought occurred to her "White," she muttered as Elliot stroked her hair.

"I shot him in the leg," Elliot said "He won't get far. They'll pick him up soon."

Olivia wasn't so sure "Don't underestimate him," she said to Elliot "He's evil, you can't get rid of evil so easily."

The sirens could be heard in the background and both Olivia and Elliot breathed a deep sigh of relief. Help was not far off now, assured safety would be there soon.

Outside about a block away, White's injury was finally catching up to him. He cursed Crawford and those other two losers as he searched for some place to hide. He crawled into a dumpster in the vane hope that the smell of the garbage would mask his smell from any police dogs that they might send after him.

As he sat amongst the rotting trash, the smell of which made him want to wretch, and listened to the approaching sirens, he wrapped his jacket around the injured leg in an effort to stop the bleeding. He knew he couldn't stay in the dumpster long, there was a trail of his blood that led right to it and he would need medical attention for his leg.

'Its not over yet' he thought angrily 'Not by a long shot. The game continues, you've just made it more challenging," he smiled wickedly as he plotted his next step.

TBC

A/N: This chapter is shorter than the first but I felt like this was a good place to leave it. Please review if you want more.