Title: Brutality

Author: Monica Edwards

Pairings: Elliot and Olivia, Olivia and Other

Part 5 rated R (For Language & Sexual Situations)

Disclaimer: Though this Fic is based LOOSELY on The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood the plot idea isn't mine it's hers. The characters of Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson aren't mine either. Just repeat to yourself it's just a story, and I really should relax.

Brutality

She started to dream again. In her dream she was sitting on the couch in her aparment with Elliot and there was screaming. So much screaming, it wouldn't stop, it was coming at her from every angle. She put her hands over her ears. Elliot was talking but she couldn't hear what he was saying. He put a hand on her wrist, and it hurt, so she pulled away from him and stood up. She continued to clasp her hands over her ears, trying to get away from the sound but it was too much. She went into her bed room and curled up on the bed. Elliot wasn't there anymore it was just her. The room was dark, very dark, she could barely see her hand in front of her face. And the screaming, oh god, the horrible screaming.

Her eyes popped open and she realized it wasn't just a dream. Some one in the house was screaming. She sat up and listened harder, it was Monica. What ever he was doing to her sounded absolutely terrible, and she had to stop it. She ran to the door and tried to pull it open, but it was locked. He must have come by and locked it while she was asleep. She pounded on the door yelling as loud as she could, but the screaming didn't stop. She stood back for a moment, her head was pounding, her jaw was swollen but she knew if she didn't stop the screaming she would go insane. She lifted her leg, getting ready to kick down the door when screaming suddenly stopped. She paused, putting her leg down, and moved to the door, pressing her ear against it. After another moment there were some hurried footsteps and the sound of the locks clicking on the door. She backed up and a second later the door swung open.

The commander was standing there, with his arm around Monica. She was shaking and crying, her hair was down and it cascaded over her shoulders. Her lip was bleeding and so was her neck, Olivia could actually see bite marks on the poor girl's neck. He shoved her into the room, and before Olivia could do anything to retaliate he slammed the door and locked it. She glared at the door for a moment before turning to see what Monica was doing. The woman had very calmly walked into the bathroom and started to run the water.

"Monica..." Olivia said slowly as she entered the small bathroom, "Are you..."

"Am I what? Okay?" She snapped back at the former detective, "What do you think? You think I scream like that for fun?" She pulled off her dress like she couldn't stand to be in it another moment, she was completely naked under it, no underwear, he must have taken those off when he...Olivia felt a tremor run through her body. She climbed into the tub and pulled her knees up to her chest. Olivia sighed and got down by the side of the tub.

"I'm sorry," Olivia said and then gently pushed some hair out of Monica's face, "I said I would do anything to stop this from happening and it did and I'm just..."

"Don't..." Monica put a hand on Olivia's and looked over to her, "It wasn't your fault." A few tears ran down her cheek and she used her other hand to wipe them away. The screaming had been terrible, and Olivia couldn't yet shake it from her ears. As she sat there, comforting Monica, her mind drifted back to the door that was keeping them in there. Could she kick it down if she tried hard enough? She was most definately going to have to find out.

He was in a room with padded walls, and it was dark. There was only a little window way out of his reach, and it was too little to even think about escaping even if he could reach it. Elliot had been in that room for two days, he knew that thanks to the watch he was wearing. He had also been drugged but in a more direct way then water. After they pulled Olivia out of the apartment there was a struggle in the hall. The guard told him to stay put, and then left the room and walked out into the hallway.

That's when Elliot saw the picture, in a frame sitting on top of the TV. It was a picture of him with Olivia at an impromptu Christmas party they had down at the station the year before. He looked out into the hallway, when he didn't see the guard he quickly opened the back of the frame. He took the picture out, folded it up, and shoved it into his sock. At the time he didn't know why he did it, but after waking up in the padded room a few hours ago he realized that it was a good desicion. If he was going to be looking for her then he definately needed a picture of her. The guard came back in just as he tucked it into his sock. He grabbed Elliot and hand cuffed him and started to drag him outside.

Once they got outside there was a black van waiting for him, much like the one that took Olivia but of course he didn't see that one. Almost as soon as he was shoved into the van there was a sharp pain in his neck and then a burning sensation as he was injected with some kind of sedative. When he woke up he was in here. He didn't see the reason why he should be put in a padded room, was he that much of a danger to himself? Not once since he got there did he think of killing himself, he had to find Olivia and fast. Suddenly the door opened behind him, he turned around to see one of the guards standing there. He tossed in a black and red uniform, it landed still folded at Elliot's feet. He then threw in a pair of black boots.

"You have five minutes to get ready to go out." The man said and then shut the door. Elliot blinked slightly and looked up at the window in his small room. The sun was shining outside, but then why was it still so dark in the room? He took off his clothes and pulled on the uniform and black boots. He then stood, leaning against the wall waiting for the man to come back.

A few minutes later the door opened, the man with the gun came in and grabbed him by his arm and started to pull him towards the door. "Hey," Elliot pulled away from him, "I don't need your help to walk alright?" The guard sort of grunted, let go of him, and started to walk down the hall, Elliot soon followed. There were doors on either side of him that lead into other padded rooms, or so he guessed. At the end of the hallway they reached a door. The man took out a key card and swiped it on the card reader. The door buzzed and then opened up. They were now in another long hallway and he could hear screams, tortured screams coming from the rooms that he passed in this next hallway. When they got to the end, there was yet another door. The guard pulled this door open, he didn't need his security card this time, and he held the door open for Elliot to walk through. Now the building opened into a wide space, there were large picture windows to the right and they looked out onto a fenced in courtyard.

"You smoke?" The guard said to him as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his front pocket. Elliot looked at him, he had smoked a long time ago...given it up when he had kids, when his wife was pregnant, it had been a long time but for some reason he felt like he could use a good smoke right now.

"Yeah." He said, it was only one and it would probably make him sick but he wanted to try to talk to the guard and he thought that this might be a good opening. The guard walked down to a door that was after the large windows and opened it with a key. He held it open and let Elliot walk outside. The light from the sun nearly blinded him. It was still cold, still January, but it felt nice to get some fresh air. The guard handed him a cigarette and lit it, then lit his own. "Where am I?"

"Laurelwood," The man said and took a hit from his cigarette, "Used to be a hospital, now we use it for new trainees." Elliot nodded and took a drag from his cigarette. It made him cough but otherwise he was fine. He leaned up against the wall, feeling the nicotene start to make his head buzz, it certainly had been a long time.

"Where is Laurelwood?"

"Ohio."

"Why was I brought to Ohio?"

"Need more men up here for work." The guard now seemed bent on just giving him short little answers to questions. Elliot nodded again and looked down at the black boots he was wearing. Still tucked inside his sock was the picture of Olivia. He would find her again...it was only a matter of time now.

After Monica had crawled out of the bath tub she pulled a towel around herself and walked back into the bed room. Olivia was standing looking at the door, trying to find it's weak spots. The locks were on the outside of the door so she didn't know where they were placed. That would make it hard to know where to place her kicks. Monica sat down and started to brush her hair, Olivia turned and watched her for a moment. She ran the brush through most of her hair, when it got tangled and caught. She pulled at it for a moment and then let out a frustrated cry and started to sob again. Olivia took in a deep breath and forgot about the door for a moment.

"Let me help." She said and walked over to Monica. The brush was just hanging there tangled in her long hair as she sobbed into her hands. Olivia took a hold of the brush, after sitting down cross legged behind Monica and slowly worked the brush through. She then brought it up and through Monica's hair again, continuing in long soothing strokes.

"Oh god Olivia," Monica continued to sob as the detective continued to brush her hair, "This can't be my life, it just can't be." Olivia pulled all the hair back over Monica's shoulders and continued to brush for another moment. She loved the woman's long hair, she wanted long hair but it always seemed to get in the way of running or shooting. Right now it was about shoulder length, enough to pull back into a ponytail if she wanted, but she was beginning to realize that it would get much longer...if she had to wait that long for Elliot.

"Mind if I braid it?"

"Huh?" Monica turned and looked at her, her eyes were all red and puffy from crying, "Yeah sure knock yourself out." Their eyes met for a moment, and they stayed that way in silence. Finally Olivia broke the gaze. She didn't know what it was all about, but she was sensing that it might have something to do with Monica wanting her, needing her. Monica blushed slightly and turned her head back so Olivia could braid it. Olivia shrugged, they were in close quarters, and Monica was a lesbian so maybe it wasn't so far off that the woman could start to have feelings for her. She ran her hands through Monica's hair, seperating it and then started to work it into a French braid. For the moment all of the pain in her body ceased to exsist...all she knew was that she was braiding someone's hair and that was good enough for her.

After the short cigarette break, Elliot was lead back into the former hospital. He was taken from the small courtyard with the sun lights and into a bigger room with small, barred windows on the wall. There were other men in here, just a few, ones that he didn't recognize. They were all wearing the same black and red uniforms. Elliot's hand went up to his chin, he hadn't shaved or showered in two days, nor had he eaten or drank anything. The guys seemed to acknowledge him but then went back to what they were doing. One was sitting at a table doing a puzzle, another was laid across a couch reading a book. A third was sitting by the window looking outside longingly.

"Hey," He said to the man sitting by the window when he got close enough, "Mind if I join you?" He pulled a folding chair from a near by table and sat down across from the guy. He looked at Elliot for a moment and then back out of the window. "My name is Elliot, Elliot Stabler." He held out his hand and the guy shook it firmly.

"Kyle Mackey." The man replied and then offered him sort of a half smile. "How long you been here?"

"Two days by my count." Elliot said, "How about you?"

"Four days. I've already been through some of their training techniques." Kyle responded. He was a good looking guy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was muscular, well toned, probably went to the gym to work out when he was free and the world hadn't gone to hell. Elliot sat back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest, "I was a doctor in Chicago, now I'm in Ohio." A guard stepped into the room holding a bottle of water. Without a word he walked over and handed it to Elliot, then turned and left. Elliot looked at the bottle for a moment, and once he saw that it was unopened he gladly opened it himself and took a long drink.

"What is trainging like?" Elliot said after he replaced the cap on the bottle. Kyle looked at him and then leaned in close, like he didn't want the others to hear him. Elliot looked around and leaned in closer too.

"Just tell them what they want to hear and you'll be okay." He replied, his voice was barely above a whisper. Elliot nodded, that shouldn't be too hard right? He opened the bottle of water and drank some more. It felt good to get something into his system, even if it was just a basic thing. He reached down and scratched his ankle, breifly stopping to put his hand over the picture. I'm coming for you Liv, he thought, very soon.

End Part V