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SVU Squad room
June 24th

The truth was, she wasn't okay the next morning or the morning or the day after that. When he tried to talk to her she just told him she needed more time. "More time?" It had been nearly two weeks since then. He tried to talk to her since then, but whenever she tried she would either change the subject or just avoid the subject all together. Elliot was starting to get fed up with her always needing "more time." "More time?" he would say to himself. "For what?" He just couldn't understand what she needed all this "time" for.

He loved her. She loved him. What more was there to think about? He missed her, so much. He missed the intimate talks he used to have with her. Now it was work, all work, and nothing but work. He recalled trying to talk to her about something else on the way back to the station one evening.

"I don't get why we can't seem to find this piece of shit," she spoke.

"Yeah me neither. It's like every time we get close the little weasel always manages to slip through our fingers, but we'll get him, Liv. I promise we'll get him."

"I know."

"Reminds me of this time the kids and I-"

"Look El, I'm sorry and I don't mean too be rude or anything, but I really don't think we should be talking about you and your kids right now. Right now I think we should be focusing on the case."

He nodded, somewhat in understanding. "Since when did you stop wanting to hear about my kids?"

"I never said-"

"Bull shit. You know whatever the fuck was going to come out of your mouth was going to be a lie."

"Excuse me? I'm sorry if you want to sit around and talk about your fucking personal life, but I have work to do."

"And since when has it been a problem, us talking about our personal lives every once in a while?"

"You know since when."

He let out a long ragged sigh. "Look Liv I'm sorry about what happened with Kathy, but I swear to you. I swear to God it was nothing."

"Chyea right." She scoffed. "So if it was nothing then why didn't you mention it to me? Why did you wait for me to confront you before you said anything to me? If it wasn't for the fact that we were in a relationship at that time, you would have told me."

"We are still in a relation ship. You're just taking time. And besides that, it didn't come up," he said shrugging his shoulders.

She couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth. She turned to face him sideways." So you mean to tell me it didn't come up the whole time you two sat there laughing and joking around? Especially with her stroking your hand the whole time? You mean it didn't come up when you should have pulled your hand away and said something to her instead of acting like you two were 18 again? Not once!"

"No."

"Not once!"

"No."

"Fine whatever Elliot," she scoffed, turning back around to face forward.

"And what was I supposed to say! Can you please stop stroking my hand my new girlfriend really wouldn't really like that."

"Yes! It didn't have to be exactly those words but you should have said something! ANYTHING, to indicate that we were in some way or form together and in a relationship, and just because I wanted to keep this quiet doesn't mean it gives you the permission to flirt with your ex-wife or any other woman for that matter. Or was it because I was just some kind of sex toy you used to get your rocks off since your wife left you? Is that it? Hmm? Was I just some kind of rebound chick for you."

"NO! And you know that. I can't believe you would even think that."

"Well if the shoe fits. I mean what else is a girl supposed to think when she finds her boyfriend flirting with his ex-wife?"

"I thought we were keeping this a secret."

"We were, but you should have at least told her. She was your wife for 20 years you should have at least told her, and if you didn't then you shouldn't have been flirting with her either."

"You flirt."

"Yeah but that's besides the point."

"How?"

"It's different when I flirt."

"How is it different?"

"When I flirted with that guy at the movie theaters it was nothing. I didn't expect anything from it and I was about to turn him down when you stepped up. And flirting doesn't mean anything to me. I do it for fun not because I think it might end up somewhere. Besides that he wouldn't let me go until you showed up so I decided that I would flirt with him a bit before turning him down. Show's him I tried but am not interested. It's how I work and I'm sorry if that bother's you. But seeing how it did bother you so much I stopped. Unlike you who expected to get somewhere with it."

"I was trying to get my kids back."

"Yeah but there are other ways. And if my flirting bothered you so much why would you turn around and do it to me? I apologized and if I recall, made it up to you later that night."

"Your right, but how do you know what happened? How do you know I didn't stop her or tell her that I was in some way or form involved, just not with you. Obviously you didn't stick around long enough to find out." He pulled up to the curb just outside the station house. "How do you know that wasn't what had really happened.?"

" 'Cause it wouldn't have taken you until now to admit that to me," she said quietly before getting out of the sedan. He turned off the ignition and hopped out after her as quick as a flash.

"Olivia!"

"Not here Elliot!" she called back.

He ran up to her and spun her around to face him. "Liv!"

"Not here." She pulled out of his grasp and walked into the station house without saying another word to him.

That was nearly a week- and -a -half ago. Now he just missed her. He missed her touch, her love. He longed for it. He longed to make love to her; He wanted to make love to her and to just make all this go away. He wanted to feel her shudder underneath him and come around him. He missed the way she would sometimes play in his hair after they were done making love. He missed her smile, that beautiful smile. What he wouldn't do to just see her smile at him again, with all the love and passion in her eyes that she had for him. The love that she had had for him before.

Cragen walked up to them. "A girl just spotted your rapist," he said to them.

"Are you sure it was him?" Olivia asked.

"Yes, said she saw him on the news and just before she called us said she saw him try to attack another girl. She yelled for him to stop and that's when he took off and she followed him to an abandoned building, but knew better than to go in by herself. I already sent Munch and Fin to talk to her and his almost-victim. You two go after him."

" 'K Captain. Liv lets go." Elliot said rising to his feet. Olivia quickly got up too and followed behind him.

Abandoned building
263 Marlboro St.
Manhattan

In no time Elliot and Olivia had entered the abandoned building. They found out from the looks of it that it used to be an apartment building, but looked as if the years had wore it down. The out side was weathered and most of the building's windows were either missing or broken.

As they continued into the building they found it to be very dark. They pulled out their flashlights and their guns and crossed their arms in the flashlight-gun position before continuing on. Elliot entered first followed by Olivia. As they continued they eventually switched places, as was common when going into those types of situations. They searched through various rooms and climbed random stairs until they came to a room where there were two others branched out away from it. Before it had been a pretty straight hallway with only a few corners and a few rooms, but never anything like this. They looked at each other, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. If they went one way they could lose their perp and if they went the other, same problem.

Elliot nodded to her. "You take that way and I'll take this?"

She nodded her head yes and they each continued down their respective hallways. As Olivia entered the first room she saw nothing, nothing but another room, which somehow led into another followed by many sets of various stairs. This confused her. She had never seen an apartment building like this, but then again when they had first entered they had both seen signs of abandoned renovations so she figured that was what was up.

Elliot had found the same things she had and both continued on their respective ways. As she continued, making sure to clear each room as she went, she suddenly realized how far in she had gone. She turned and looked back at the way she had come in. It was like a maze. It would take her forever to find her way back. Deciding that they would need more help then they thought she decided to go back the way she came when she heard a noise come from the other room. She decided to investigate instead and continued into the other room heading up some more stairs as she went. She entered a room as she did so she found the guy they had been looking for standing there with a knife in his hand. She quickly cleared the room while keeping an eye on him.

"Okay, put. The knife. Down," she said slowly as she inched her way towards him.

"NO! Turn around and get out of here leave! I'm not going to jail! I can't go to jail!" the perpetrator said nervously.

"Okay. Okay, we'll work out some kind of deal, Thomas, Just drop the knife." She moved one of her hands slowly to her waist to grab her walkie-talkie so that she could call Elliot for backup, carefully still keeping her gun trained and locked on him.

"It's Tommy! And what are you doing?"

" I'm calling my partner, Tommy. He can help you."

"NO! No more cops!"

"Okay, Okay, but he can help you."

"I don't want no help!"

"Tommy."

"NO!" Tommy yelled causing her to shudder. "NO! I said I ain't want no more cops!"

"Okay, but either way, you are going to jail, there's nothing that I can do about that. But what I can do is help you out."

"How?"

"By speaking on your behalf. That could help with your sentencing, but only if you put the knife down and come on quietly." She watched as the man slowly began to lower the knife. Not all the way, but as Tommy became calmer and calmer he slowly lowered the knife lower and lower, but held it as if ready to attack. Olivia continued hold her gun pointed at him.

"Why should I trust you? You want me to go to jail."

"No I want you to be punished for hurting those girls."

"But I didn't," he cried shaking the knife in his hand.

Just then Olivia heard a sound come from behind her. She turned to see who it was, but before she could she felt herself being pushed forward. The next thing she could feel was the cold hard steel running through her body, and out without realizing what she was doing dropped her gun, as her hands froze in shock. She looked at Tommy's face. It was covered in the same shock that matched with hers. She tried to speak but found no voice. She felt the pain surge through her body as he pulled the knife out and watched as he held it covered in her own blood and watched as it dripped down the knife to run on his hands. Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, Tommy still stood there in shock, frozen in place. She could feel the warm sticky blood ooze out of her body. Her hands shook as she reached down and touched the blood seeping out of her body. She held them up a bit and tilted her head a bit and watched as they continued to shake, covered in her own blood.

"Why? Why'd you do that for?" Tommy asked clutching the knife.

"Don't worry about it." Came the voice of another man. "Finish her."

"No, Vince. I don't wanna."

" Do what I say and finish her off!"

"No. I don't want to go to jail. They'll beat me and they'll rape me for hurting all those girls, and if I kill her I'll go there. I don't want to go to jail Vince. I was just doing what you said to do. I didn't even do them. You did. I don't want to go to jail, Vince, I don't wanna." Tommy cried.

"You won't. If you kill her quick we can still get out of here." Vince said coming over and putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Now do it."

"Elliot," she managed to stifle out in a small voice, not loud enough for him to hear.

"Shut up bitch!" Vince yelled at Olivia. "Now. Finish her!" He yelled back at Tommy. Tommy then moved to stab her again uncertainty written clear across his face.

"Please," she managed to stifle out again. He stopped.

"FINISH HER!" Vince screamed at him. This time he lunged forward but she quickly reached for her gun that was still nearby, and shot him. Once again she saw the look of shock come across his face as he fell back unto the floor.

Elliot suddenly felt as if something was terribly wrong. He thought he heard Olivia call his name but shrugged it off as him being paranoid. He had been walking for about twenty minutes now and had come up with nothing. Suddenly he heard a gun shot ring throughout the halls. He took off running towards where he thought it came from and prayed to God the turns he was making through these treacherous halls were the right ones. As he ran he couldn't help but pray and hope that the possible love of his life wasn't hurt, and that she was okay. It's sad that he was wrong.

"BITCH!" Vince yelled. He kicked her in the stomach causing her unimaginable pain and causing tears to spring to eyes. She let the gun go and curled up involuntarily.

"Elliot," she moaned.

"Shut up bitch!" Tommy said kicking the gun away from her hand and out of her reach. He picked it up and raised it, poising it to shoot her right in the head. He was about to pull the trigger when he heard loud large footsteps coming his way, and the faint sound of someone yelling. "Olivia," He put the gun in his pants side. Using the waistband of his jeans to hold the gun up. He grabbed her arms and started to pull her when she started to kick and scream, "No!" determined to fight back. His temper flared and he dropped her arms and ran and got the knife Vince had had. He ran back over to her and climbed on top of her. Straddling her waist, yet using his knees to support his weight. He grabbed and held her arms roughly, holding them over her chest with one arm while he held the tip of the knife's blade to her neck.

"Shut. Up. Or I'll slit your throat," he said shakily, and breathing heavily. Sweat dripped down his face and she could smell the foul odor of his breath. His teeth were yellow with a slight mossy color as if he had been smoking for most of his life.

She laid there not saying a word, breathing heavily. She had suddenly found it harder to breathe. She nodded hesitantly.

"Good." He pulled back and was about to get up but not before a wicked grin came over her face. And out of the sheer evil of his heart he pulled her up by her shirt and her jeans jacket forcing her to sit up straight and inflicting more ungodly pain on her body, and she winced. He smiled and rammed the knife into her once more, but to the side of the last one. She cried out and he smiled when the pain flashed in her eyes. He loved seeing her in pain and saw this as taking his revenge for his buddy and for himself. He rammed the knife further into her, and she simply gasped and whimpered all at the same time. Feeling too much pain to make much more of a sound to come out and not having enough breath to make it. She whimpered when he pulled the knife back out and he shoved her to the floor. He stood and dropped the knife before snatching her arms back up and dragging her up a set of nearby steps to the roof, Banging her head against each one. She didn't fight back this time. She was just in too much pain to fight back. She saw a bright light flash before her as they came outside on the rooftop.

As Elliot continued he called her name. "LIV…OLIVIA!" over and over again he called.

He had no idea where he was going but felt that it was the sheer will of God guiding him, leading him to her. As he continued to run he knew he had heard her screaming and he knew that this time it wasn't just his imagination. When he heard her shriek out in pain he picked up his pace and ran faster. As fast as he possibly could. He ran up the same sets of stairs Olivia had, still only moments ago and continued on until he came to the same room she had been in. Upon entering he saw all the blood on the floor and prayed to God that none of it, or at least some of it did not belong to her.

He cleared the room first then looked over and saw a body and rushed over to it. He was relieved to find that it wasn't hers. He checked the body for a pulse. There was none. He looked around him, there were no signs of Olivia, but as his cop trained eyes scanned the room they settled upon the knife covered in her blood. He looked back at the dead body and saw no stab wounds on it, just one clean shot to the chest and he knew it was her who had done it, it was her mark.

He looked back over at the knife and knew that the blood on it belonged to her. These caused his heart to race. He knew at once that there was somebody else. It was the only way that she would have been over powered. There was no other way to answer it, and he figured one of them must have somehow snuck up on her because she would have been able to handle two guys at once. He continued to scan the room. She was alone and only God knew what was happening to her. He started to panic. Six years on the job and he had always kept his cool, but at the thought of someone threatening his partner, someone hurting the woman he loved in any way, shape or form had him loosing his mind. He wiped his face off and took a deep breath. That's when he saw it. The trail of blood leading up the steps. He took off up them. Taking them four at a time, it was as far as his legs would go. He sent up a silent prayer to God asking him to not let him be too late.

Olivia laid on the hot concrete starring into the eyes of her attacker. She watched as he pulled the gun from his hip and aimed it towards her head.

"Olivia," Tommy said bending down and grabbing her by the hair and used it to pull her up to face him. "Such a pretty name, it's funny how it ended up like this." He shoved her head back down and stood up. "It's sad you know? Such a hot piece of ass like you has to go. We would have been good together you know. But no. You have to go play superwoman and be the hero. And for that, you. Must. Die."

He aimed the gun at her head one last time. She closed her eyes as the sun came up behind him and blinded her, and for once in this whole ordeal, she felt at peace. She opened them again when he stepped into the sunlight, determined to look into the face of her killer. He poised his index finger on the trigger and began to pull it back.

"Say, goodbye."

BANG!

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