Infamous

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A/N: Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and as always reviews are more than welcome. This chapter contains spoilers for "Raw" in addition to the obvious spoilers for "Stalked"

Elliot sighed when he saw the paramedics approaching. He stood up from the floor, gently supporting Olivia. Olivia however wouldn't except his help with out an argument.

"I'm fine Elliot," she said as she attempted to pull away but she wavered slightly and found herself being supported in Elliot's gentle arms once more.

"Like hell you are," he told her as he helped her towards the paramedics "Lets just make sure okay?"

He spoke to her so gently and with such concern that she couldn't say no "Alright," she finally answered looking up at him with a smile in her eyes "but you owe me."

As Elliot laughed to himself at her last comment the paramedics started to examine her. It was then that Elliot noticed the dark bruising that had started to form around Olivia's throat. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, hoping that White was slowly and painfully bleeding to death in some God forsaken alley.

White had actually managed to stop the bleeding for the most part but he still needed surgery to remove the bullet. He was still sitting in the dumpster because he hadn't yet decided how he would make his getaway.

Suddenly he saw a UPS truck pull up in front of the building that was beside the dumpster. The delivery man hopped out and opened the back end of the truck. Removing a box, the man went up the stairs to the building where he was buzzed in by one of the building's residence.

As soon as the delivery man was out of site, White hopped out of the dumpster and gamely hobbled over to the truck. He hoisted himself into the back and managed to hide himself behind the remaining boxes just as the delivery man reappeared.

The man didn't notice that anything was wrong so he closed up his truck, hopped in the driver's seat and headed for his next delivery.

"See, I'm fine," Olivia proclaimed to Elliot when the paramedics had given her the all clear.

Elliot was not reassured by the way she still wobbled a little bit. He took her hand in his and they walked out of the ware house together "I'll drive you home," he told her.

"Elliot," she began in that 'you really don't need to be concerned about me' tone of hers.

"No," he cut her off "I'm gonna drive you home," he walked around to the driver's side door of his sedan and unlocked the doors.

Olivia knew that it was useless to argue with him "Can I at least have my gun back?" she asked, effectively reminding Elliot just why it was that he had her gun.

Elliot sank into his seat and carefully slid the gun, handle first, across to her. He sat in silence looking at the stearing wheel.

Olivia took the gun, double checking to see that the safety was engaged and holstered it. She noticed that Elliot wasn't saying anything and she attempted to stimulate the conversation "Hey," she began gently "What's on your mind?"

He looked up at her, their eyes met and she could see pain in his face "It was so hard to watch that," he choked out "I was helpless to do anything and it was so frightening."

She put a hand on his arm "It's okay," she attempted to reassure him "You couldn't have done anything more than you did."

Her words did little to soothe him "I watched you struggle for what very well could have been your last breath!" he yelled. He was frustrated "It scared me!" he shouted, he shouted because he didn't know how else to express his pain.

Olivia's eyes misted over "I'm sorry," she said softly, hanging her head.

"This isn't your fault," Elliot told her, his tone dropping several decibels. He wrapped his arms around her, not wanting to let go "It was him. You shouldn't apologize at all. Nothing is your fault."

"I let this get too personal," she admitted, not at all caring that for the second time in the last hour, she lay in Elliot's arms.

"What?" Elliot asked, sounding only slightly surprised. Truthfully after the ware house, he was taking this case even more personally than he had when they had first found out about White's escape.

"He's supposed to be in jail," Olivia said matter-of-factly "We put him there because he is a sadistic bastard and he belongs there," she paused and once again met Elliot's gaze "and I was going to do anything I could to make sure that he went back."

Elliot nodded in understanding "I want him dead," he stated plainly.

"What?" Olivia asked, also not exactly surprised at what her partner had said. After all, White's last words to Elliot before they took him to jail implied that he had been stalking Elliot's family.

Elliot was silent. He saw understanding in Olivia's eyes and decided to drop it. He knew that Olivia was thinking about how White had threatened the kids. Truthfully it was that but in addition, Elliot was pissed off that White had ever laid a hand on his partner, his friend, the woman he…

"If we sit here any longer," Olivia said with just a hint of playfulness in her voice "People will start to worry about us."

Elliot decided to leave his train of thought where it was and he promptly put the car in drive.

The UPS truck was slowing down for its final delivery of the day. The driver stopped the truck in front of a house in Queens. As he got out of the truck he noticed that no one appeared to be home.

The delivery man yawned and thought about how good it would feel to go home and be with his wife. He hadn't had much time at home since he took this new job six weeks ago and he was looking forward to spending some time with her and the baby.

He opened the back of the truck and reached for the last box when something jumped out at him. He didn't have time to process what was happening before he fell to the ground.

"Chinese?" Olivia asked, coming out of her bedroom after changing. It had been decided that Elliot would by her dinner as payment for Olivia submitting herself to examination by the paramedics.

"Sounds good," Elliot said "Eat out or Take out?"

"Take out," she answered, sitting down on the couch and picking up the menu.

Elliot noticed that she had changed into a turtle neck in an attempt to cover the bruising on her neck and his heart broke for her 'You shouldn't have to do that' he thought 'those bruises shouldn't even be there. I'm sorry'

"What do you want?" She asked him as she picked up the phone

He came back to himself quickly "Um... hot and sour soup and shrimp lo mien."

Olivia nodded and placed their order. After being told that it would take thirty minutes for delivery she hung up and turned to Elliot "So want to watch TV?"

He nodded and the two of them settled into the comfort of her couch and waited for the food to arrive.

After about ten minutes of flipping through channels and finding nothing good on, Olivia finally turned off the TV and turned to Elliot "Elliot," she began "How have things been going. It seems like," she paused and looked down at her lap feeling a bit ashamed "It seems like we haven't really talked in ages."

Elliot nodded. He had been trying to keep Olivia in the dark in regards to his personal life lately and he knew it, although he wasn't quite sure why it was that he had so drastically shut her out. The last time he had let anything slip to her about his marriage was in the hospital when she had been so adamant about informing Kathy that he had been shot and he had told her that Kathy had filed for divorce and that he had the papers at home. In his mind Elliot could still see the hurt look on her face that she had tried to hide when he had changed the subject so quickly.

"Things are alright," he told her somewhat guiltily "I think Kathy and I can work out the custody of the twins."

Olivia felt a spark of hope that he had opened up to her just a bit "That's great," she said "and other than that. How are you doing?"

Elliot looked into her face and saw her pure intentions. He felt so comfortable talking to her. He realized that he should have talked to her about these things all along, he realized that having someone to talk to would have made the last year a whole lot easier. He took her hand in his and answered honestly "It was hard at first but I'm doing a lot better now."

She smiled at him and leaned close to him. She found herself resting on his shoulder with his strong arms wrapped around her.

'This just feels right,' Elliot said to himself as he held her. He returned to his earlier thoughts. Could it be possible, no the possibility wasn't even a question, it just was, he was, definitely, without any question, he definitely…

The buzzer went off. Olivia reluctantly separated herself from Elliot and went to answer it. It was the delivery boy from the restaurant.

Olivia let him up and paid him for the food. She walked quickly into the kitchen and began to set the items from the bag on the counter.

She wasn't even focusing on the food. It felt so right to be with Elliot. It felt so wonderful to have him talking to her. It was so perfect to have him over at her place for something as simple as Chinese take out. She had no idea how much she had really missed him until this moment. Could it be possible, no there was no 'could' about it, it was, she was…

The shrill ringing of Elliot's cell phone brought her back to her kitchen.

"Stabler," he answered.

"Elliot," Cragen's voice came through the phone clear enough that Olivia could here it.

"Did you find him?" was Elliot's first question. He needed to know that White was off the street.

"No," Cragen answered. To Elliot it sounded like Cragen was as disappointed as Elliot himself was "Elliot we have a new victim."

Elliot's heart flew up into his throat "White," he whispered, although Olivia could easily hear him.

Olivia inched closer so she could hear the captain's voice more clearly.

"We're pretty sure that he's the perp," Cragen informed Elliot.

"How can you be sure?" Elliot asked, trying to cover the sound from the phone with his hand. Olivia only inched closer and brushed his hand aside with hers. Elliot's eyes met hers and everything in her eyes said 'I deserved to hear this too,' so he let his hand fall aside.

"The vic," Cragen began "had Olivia's name carved into his chest."

TBC

A/N: Well this is chapter 3. I really need to know what you guys think. Love it, hate it, I need to know. Please don't make me beg… oh wait that's what I'm doing... sorry. Anyway please review.