Infamous
Disclaimer: See chapters 1-10
Olivia sat on her couch, holding Karen and Byron as close as humanly possible as all three of them cried. Elliot had been kidnapped and there was only one way to save him. She took in a deep breath when she heard the phone ring. She reached for it slowly, not sure that she was ready to deal with anything.
"Hello," she said into the receiver, trying not to sound like she had been crying.
"Its so nice to hear your voice," White sneered.
Olivia felt the lump in her throat growing ever larger. She wanted to know how White knew that she had received the note, she wanted to know why he had taken Elliot, she wanted to know so many things but she could barely speak "Why?" was all she could say.
White laughed "Call it insurance." He answered, referring to Elliot.
"Let him go," Olivia managed, her voice raspy from crying.
"Oh now, now," White taunted "That's not how we play this little game."
"This is not a game!" Olivia shouted so loudly that she caused Karen and Byron to jump slightly.
"Oh but it is," White told her "and since I hold all the cards here… we play by my rules."
"What do you want me to do?" Olivia asked, resigning herself to the inevitable.
"Just show up to the party," White said, happily "Come alone and unarmed. You give yourself to me and I'll let your lover here go. Simple as that."
"How do I know you'll keep your end of the bargain?" Olivia asked nervously.
"You don't," White told her honestly "but you don't have a choice. It's my way or you find his body next to the highway." He gave a quick laugh, obviously amused with what he perceived to be a joke.
"Where do I meet you?" Olivia asked, her hands trembling slightly.
"Now if I were to tell you that," White began, "You'd just call for backup to meet you there and save your ass. No my dear, we take this slow. Stand outside your apartment building and wait for further instructions." He hung up.
Olivia stood up and prepared to leave. She slipped her cell phone into her pocket and hid her gun in the waist band of her pants. She may have been told to come unarmed but she didn't trust White to let either of them escape with their lives.
Suddenly she stopped, remembering the two children that were still huddled on her couch. She couldn't just leave them alone but she definitely couldn't bring them with her. She looked at her clock, 7:39pm. She went out into the hall of the building and knocked on the door across the hall from hers.
"Mrs. Davis?" she asked.
A kindly old woman opened the door and looked at her "What can I do for you dear?"
"Um… I'm babysitting these two kids but something came up," Olivia tried to explain her situation in vague terms.
"Say no more dear," the old woman smiled "I'll be happy to watch them for you until you get back."
"Thank you Mrs. Davis," Olivia smiled and turned around to see Byron and Karen already standing there.
Karen came up and hugged Olivia's legs tightly "Be careful," she whispered.
"I will," Olivia whispered back and hugged her goodbye.
"When you and Elliot get back," Byron began "can we be a family?"
Olivia bent down and hugged the boy. She didn't know how to answer that question, so she said nothing.
The two children filed into Mrs. Davis's apartment "Don't worry dear," Mrs. Davis called to Olivia as she turned to leave "I'll take good care of them."
Olivia turned back towards the kind old woman "I know you will and thank you again," and with that Olivia was gone.
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Elliot wriggled his wrists in the incredibly tight rope. The four men had gotten the better of him far too easily he thought and now they were after his partner. He knew he just couldn't let that happen. His wrists became raw from the effort of trying to free himself, he thought he was making progress when he heard someone approaching.
"Are you comfortable?" White asked as he kicked Elliot in the ribs.
Elliot didn't answer him.
This only made White angrier "Just thought I'd let you know, your partner should be getting here soon, then the show will begin."
Elliot wanted to punch White "You won't get away with this."
White laughed "Do you cops have a book of horribly cliché catch phrases that you pull out for these types of situations or what?" he kicked Elliot in the ribs again. This time Elliot couldn't help the grunt of pain that escaped. White smiled widely and sat on the floor across from Elliot "Its gonna be a great show," he sneered "I'm sure you'll love it."
Elliot spit in White's face "If you lay even one finger on her I'll."
"There you go with the cliché catch phrases again detective," White said in an amused tone "if I may respond with one of my own, you're not in a position to do anything." White was about to say something else when he broke into a fit of coughing. It was at this point that Elliot noticed just how pale White looked. White finished his coughing fit and continued "Clichés will do you no good here. This isn't a movie, you are not the hero, your partner all though soon to be in distress will not be counting on you to spring into action and save her at the last second because you won't be able to…" White started coughing again. This time it took him several minutes to recover. When he had he continued "All you will be able to do," he leaned in close to Elliot and his voice turned venomous "Is watch her face as I rape her, watch her face as I beat her, watch her face when I strangle her. All you will be able to do is watch her die."
Elliot felt the anger rage inside him. He strained as hard as he could against his bonds but he had no luck. Instead he through his whole body as hard as he could in White's direction. He managed to land in White's lap.
"What were you trying to accomplish with that?" White asked mockingly as he stood to his feet and resumed kicking Elliot in the ribs. After only a few kicks, White began coughing again and he had to sit down.
"What's the matter White?" Elliot asked in a somewhat pleased tone "Not feeling so well?"
"Shut up," White told him between coughs. White left Elliot and headed back to his cot to lie down. Before he was out of earshot White decided to get one last dig in "I should rest up so that I'm at my peek when that bitch gets here." White reached his cot and collapsed into it. He felt both cold and warm at the same time, it was very unsettling.
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Olivia stood outside her apartment building, waiting. What she was waiting for she wasn't sure. She felt like crying, Elliot, her Elliot, he was in danger and it was all her fault. She had loved him for a long time and somehow White knew it. Was it that obvious?
Suddenly she felt someone grab her from behind. Instinctively she tried to fight her attacker off but found it to be useless. She felt her wrists being cuffed. She turned to try and get a look at the assailant and found herself looking into the hardened and soulless eyes of Andrew Crawford.
"Come quietly now," Crawford said as he dragged her towards a waiting car "Or I'll call Rich and that'll be it for that partner of yours." When they had reached the car, Crawford popped the trunk and shoved her in "I'd love to have you all to myself," he told her just before he closed the trunk "and if it was just me I would but I have my orders." He slammed the trunk, leaving Olivia in the dark, alone.
'Remain calm,' she told herself as she strained against her bonds. Olivia wondered where Crawford had obtained the cuffs and then it hit her, Elliot, they were Elliot's cuffs, which meant that her key should open them. She slowly manipulated her cuffed hands towards her pocket where her keys were. It was very painful and she felt like her shoulder was about to pop, when her fingers finally closed around the keys.
Using the keys turned out to be a whole different story and a whole different type of pain. Slowly but surely she managed to free herself. She discarded the cuffs and moved her arms to a more comfortable position.
Just then she heard the car come to a stop. She heard Crawford slam the driver's side door. Quickly she grabbed her gun from her waist band, thankful that Crawford hadn't searched her and positioned herself to strike.
Crawford popped the trunk and she sprung out at him. She hit him with her gun and he fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. She paused for a minute to take in her surroundings. Yet another old abandoned warehouse, or was it the same one she had been at just two days ago? She couldn't be sure.
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White felt himself being shaken awake. His eyes slowly opened to see Daniels standing over him "C'mon," Daniels said in the same tone that you would expect from a child on Christmas morning "Crawford's back." Daniels had only kept look out long enough to see the car pull up. He was unaware that Olivia had already overpowered Crawford.
White sat up, stretched and found himself falling victim to another fit of coughing "Dam it," he cursed when he had ceased hacking like a longtime smoker, which he wasn't.
"What the hell is wrong with you man?" Daniels asked "You look like shit."
"I feel fine," White told him. It wasn't any of Daniels's business how he felt and anyway, White was feeling significantly better than he had before he had taken his nap "Is Sullivan ready?" he asked as he finally stood up.
"Yeah," Daniels answered "We're all set. Detective Stabler has the perfect seat to watch the show.
White smiled to himself as he headed for the place where the show would take place 'This is going to be fun.'
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Olivia approached the warehouse as silently as possible. She was scared not for herself but for Elliot. Would they kill him if they saw that she was armed? Should she have just done as planned? Would it have been better if she had let White kill her all those years ago? If he had they would have definitely been able to give him the death penalty. She had to get to Elliot, she had to make sure that he got away with his life, after that her life was meaningless.
She slowly entered the warehouse holding her gun at the ready. Suddenly bright lights streamed through the building.
"Oh my dear," White's voice came from where she wasn't sure "you didn't follow the rules," Olivia heard him whisper to someone and then he continued speaking to her "You broke a rule now we get to break one of your boyfriend's arms."
"Don't hurt him," Olivia said in a voice barely above a whisper as her arm fell to her side and the gun slipped from her hand "I'll do whatever you say." She heard the clink of metal on cement and felt her heart and her hope drop along with the gun "Just please don't hurt him." She knew that Elliot would probably never forgive her for surrendering so easily but she couldn't let him suffer for her existence. Too many people had suffered already.
'I'm sorry' she thought, hanging her head in shame as she felt herself being grabbed from behind once more 'I'm so sorry'.
"Walk," the gruff voice of Daniels told her as for the second time that week she was held at the mercy of her own gun.
TBC
A/N: I know that this is a totally depressing and evil cliff hanger but I'm feeling kinda down and I thought that it was a good place to stop. I know that you guys all think that it's a bad place for me to have stopped but that's what reviews are for. I would appreciate the feedback. I would love to know what you all thought of this chapter.
