Pain
Chapter 1---What the hell?
Disclaimer: don't own anything except Elias and Ella
Background information: Elliot is single never was married too Kathy and never had kids. Olivia on the other hand has been married to Rhys MacKay, a local homicide detective and friend of Elliot's, for three years. Together Olivia and Rhys have two children, Elias, 2, and a Ella, 5 months, obviously both named after Elliot. Anyway...here we go. This is my fist fic so please be nice.
October 7, 2001
Elliot's Apartment
2:04 AM
Elliot woke with a start when the buzzer to his apartment rang. He groaned looking at the clock. 'Who in the hell is coming to see me at this time in the morning?' he wondered. Elliot got out of bed and walked toward the door, shivering when the cool air hit his bare chest. He jabbed the call button.
"Yeah, who is it?" he asked, irritated.
"El...It's me," answered a small frightened voice.
All of Elliot's irritation dissapeared and was then replaced with fear.
"Livia? I'll buzz you up."
When Olivia and the kids reached the door Elliot was waiting. Ella was in the carseat in Olivia's left hand and Elias was wrapped around his mother's leg. Elliot immediately saw Olivia's bloody lip and rapidly bruising cheek.
"Oh my god, Liv? What happened?" he asked reaching out to touch her face. She flinched away from him, not looking him in the eye.
Olivia ignored his question, "can we stay here tonight?"
"Sure, of course. But what-," he stared again.
"Will you just help me get the kids to bed first? Then we'll talk? Okay?"
"Okay."
Elliot bent down and picked up Elias, carrying him to the spare bedroom. The room where Olivia and the kids stayed when she and Rhys were fighting, which was becoming a regular occurance lately. Olivia followed the boys, carrying Ella. She stopped for a moment to watch Elliot with Eli. 'He is so good with him' she thought.
Elliot laid Elias down on the bed and covered him up with the thick quilt that his grandmother had made. While Elliot was busy with that Olivia was unfolding the play pen next to the bed.
"Goodnight, Buddy." Elliot whispered kissing Eli's hair. He was amazed that the young boy had been able to fall asleep so fast with his baby sister crying so loud. He ran his fingers though the boys dark hair once more before going to help Olivia. She had finished setting up the playpen by now and was rocking her daughter in her arms trying to calm her.
"Shhh...It's okay, Ella. It's okay, Baby Girl. Please...stop crying, Baby," Olivia whispered, slowly breaking down herself.
Elliot gently took the baby out of her arms.
"I'll take care of her, you go get cleaned up. Do you have anything to sleep in?" he asked.
"No, I brought the kids stuff but I forgot mine, I just wanted to get out."
"Okay, grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from my dresser. You know where they are. I'll meet you once I get Ella to sleep. Then we talk, okay?"
Olivia nodded and placed her hand over Elliot's that was rubbing her daughters back, "Thank you," she whispered before leaving the room.
Elliot cradled the baby against the bare skin of his chest. He rubbed her back and whispered soothingly into her ear. Ella fell asleep after a few minutes. Leaving to bedroom door open a crack Elliot went out to find Olivia. He stopped in the kitchen and grabbed some ice from the freezer.
Olivia had changed and was now sitting on the edge of the tub with her face hidden in her hands. Elliot tapped gently on the bathroom door.
"Liv, can I come in?"
The was a quiet answer on the other side of the door and he entered the room, walking toward Olivia, stopping at the medicine cabinet to get some rubbing alcohol and a washcloth. He kneeled in front of her and pulled her hands away from her face. He was pissed that someone would do something like this to her, and even more pissed that he was pretty sure who had done it. Olivia sat still, looking at the ground as Elliot stared into her face wishing that he could have done something to have prevented this. She wouldn't say anything yet, just let him clean up her face. Elliot pressed lightly around the bruise to make sure that nothing was broken. When he was sure that he was okay he put the ice in her hand. She raised it to her cheek, as Elliot put his hand on her knee.
"Olivia, what happened?"
No answer.
"Olivia, did Rhys do this to you?" he asked although he was pretty sure that he knew what the answer would be.
After a pause Olivia nodded slightly. Elliot had to bite down hard on his lip to keep from screaming, 'That fucking bastard. I'm going to fucking kill him for ever laying a hand on you.' After a brief silence, Olivia began to explain what had happened.
"I, uh...I didn't get home until 1:15 this morning. I was finishing up some old paper work that I was behind on. Anyway, when i got home Rhys accused me of having an affair, which is nothing new. We've been fighting about that a lot lately, as you know. Well, I knew that he'd been drinking again. I could smell the booze on him. I yelled at him for it. Then he just flipped out and started to hit me," she said, starting to cry again. "I didn't know what to do. I kept telling him to get out, to just leave but he just said, 'This is my house if anyone is leaving it's you.' So I just grabbed the kids and a few of their things and took off. He kept trying to get me to come back, saying he was sorry. But, once is one time to many when it comes to something like that for me."
"Liv, we gotta call the cops," Elliot pleaded.
"I know. But we're fine now. Can't we just leave it be until tomorrow?"
"You call this fine?" he asked, holding her chin in his hand.
"Elliot, please, I swear, I'll file a report tomorrow. I'll talk to anyone you want me to. But can't we just wait? I'm exhausted. The kids are exhausted. I just want to sleep a while. Please, El?"
And of course Olivia got her way, it is impossible for Elliot to say no to her.
