Title: Emotional Fire

Author: Monica Edwards

Pairings: Elliot and Olivia, Olivia and Other

Part 6 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. On a further note, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to Olivia.

A week passed, and nothing had happened to Olivia yet, other then a few speratic beatings. He stopped hitting her in the face, focusing mostly on kicking her in the side or punching her in the stomach. Nearing the end of that week all of her facial injuries had healed. There wasn't a bruise on her face, her lip wasn't swollen and her eyes were fine. That whole week he had his attention on Monica, her never hit her in the face either. He slapped both of them a couple of times, and went all out one morning when he found Olivia in his study reading one of his books. Women were now not allowed to read or write, it gave them too much power. Of course the commander himself didn't say this but Olivia figured that one out on her own. After the first two nights of the week Monica gave up on screaming when he raped her. She told Olivia that she would just lay there and take it, not making any noise one was or the other, and that certainly didn't seem to stop him.

That night friday night after they finished eating dinner the commander dismissed Monica to her room, but told Olivia to stay. She sat at the dining room table, looking down at her empty plate wishing she at least had some food on it to push around and play with. Over the past week she had learned not to look at the commander, not to ask questions, and not speak unless spoken to. Even not speaking when spoken too was hard because sometimes the commander just wanted to lecture her, and during those times she couldn't respond. Also sometimes he made comments at her, she learned not to respond to those either. The best she could do was wait until he asked her a question, that way there would be no mistaking if it was her time to talk or not.

Monica on the other hand was breaking down. A full week of being raped every night was taking it's toll on her. She barely spoke anymore, and wouldn't respond to her real name. Olivia had to take to calling her Josephine if she wanted her attention. The week was spent cleaning the house, and cooking, although Monica did most of that. Olivia got the hard work, scrubbing the floors, polishing the furniture, that sort of thing.

"You know what's going to happen tonight don't you?" The commander said as he stood up and walked behind her chair. She continued to look down at her plate, not knowing if he wanted an answer from her or not, "The way I see it, you can either fight or let it happen...but either way it's going to happen." He put his hand under her chin and raised her head so she was looking at him. She quickly averted her gaze to the floor even though her chin was up.

"Then you know I'm going to have to fight you." She whispered, she wasn't broken, not yet at least and she wasn't going to give in without a fight. He sighed and let go of her chin roughly, pushing it aside.

"Fine," He said and then grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up until she was standing, "Lets start the dance." He pulled her to him and tried to kiss her passionately. She let it happen for a moment and then bit down on his lip as hard as she could. He pulled away from her and slapped her across the face. She raised her fist to punch him but he grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back. For a little guy he sure was a strong son of a bitch.

"Let go of me."

"How stupid do you think I am?" He growled into her ear and then kneed her in the kidneys. She doubled over in pain and tried to pull away from his grasp. He then kicked her feet out from under her and she fell to the floor as he let go of her wrist. She hit the ground hard, twisting her ankle as she did so. The shoes she was wearing had no traction so she continually slipped on the floor when walking. He kicked her in the stomach, harder then he ever had before, she would have cried out but all of the air was knocked out of her from that. She got onto her hands and knees slowly, gasping for breath as she did so. He squatted down next to her and grabbed her hair again, she was really starting to hate him for that. He jerked her head in his direction and tried to meet her gaze, but she was trained not to look at him, at any cost.

"You can stop this now," She said, still looking to the side, "You don't have to do this. Not to me not to Monica."

"Look at me!" He demanded, and she didn't know if it was some sort of trick but he didn't sound like he was playing around so she looked into his eyes, he smiled at her, an evil grin of sorts it was in no way a nice smile, "I don't have to do this, but I sure as hell want to." He let go of her hair and then grabbed her arm. He pulled her to her feet and without another word he started to pull her towards the stairs. For some reason the fight in her was slowly starting to die, she realized that this was probably going to happen weather she fought it or not. She relented and followed him up the stairs and into the master bedroom, which she hadn't seen since she had been there. Monica had been in his bed many times, one night she even stayed in there instead of coming back to the room.

It was a large room, with a huge queensized canopy bed in the center. The comforter was red and the pillows were black. Behind the bed, a few feet away, were two glass doors that lead out onto a balcony. The carpeting was red and soft, on the right side of the room there was a fireplace and above it hung a picture of the last supper. She looked at it for a moment, how could he have such a holy picture in his room when he was doing such an unholy thing? He shoved her forward, cutting her thinking time short and she stumbled and landed face down on the bed. She pushed herself up and turned herself around so she was sitting on the bed.

"We can do this one of two ways. At gun point or like two consenting adults." He said as he reached for the holster around his waist where he kept his gun.

"Consenting adults?" She said, her voice a little more then just mere shock, "Consenting adults MY ASS!" She lunged at him before he could pull his weapon and took him down to the floor. She pinned him down with her legs and punched him in the face as hard as she could. His hands immediately went to her neck and he started to squeeze. She coughed and tried to draw in air, but his hands were too tight. As a last ditch effort she managed to get her hands around his neck, but by that time she was already out of air and seeing spots. A moment later she blacked out.

That night Elliot was transferred to a reprogramming center for women. It was in some old highschool somewhere. He didn't know his ass from Ohio so of course he didn't know where he was. Also he was brought there in the back of a van with no windows. There was no telling exactly where he was and no one was talking to him either. They knew about his background in law enforcement, but they didn't give him a gun. They stationed him outside the door of the gym, he was supposed to be there just incase one of the women made a break for it. His partner, Daniel Greene, had a gun and a tazer.

"Cigarette?" Daniel offered and held out the pack to Elliot. He shrugged and took one, what better way to pass the time then filling your lungs with black tar? Daniel pulled out his Zippo and Elliot lit the cancer stick off the flame that was flickering in the wind. When both of their cigarettes were lit Daniel put the lighter away and leaned his back against the door. Daniel was the commanding officer of all of the guards on the premise. He had a set of keys on his belt, keys to every car that was parked on the compound. To make matters worse it seemed like he actually believed all of the shit that they were preaching. About how women needed to be kept inside, away from books and thinking. Performing only the smallest of tasks. Cooking, cleaning, and breeding. He had seen some of the commanders, and captains, and what not and not a single one of them was attractive. He would be willing to bet that they were probably "breeding" with the women nightly.

The women were trained inside, so he never really got a look at what kind of treatment they were being put through. He could hear screaming on the inside, with the occasional desperate cry. Someone was hurting those women and it was tearing him up inside. He took another drag of his cigarette and looked over to Daniel. The past week had been hard for him. He had to hurry up and pretend like they had broken him so he could get on the outside.

"What are women for?" The guard asked him the night before, just before he was scheduled to be released as a guard. There was a time when he would have answered honestly, he would have said that women were people just like them. That they deserved their freedom, and they were just as smart and valuable as men were. That was a wrong answer, and the first time he said it he got a swift punch to the face.

There were other questions and other punishments, but he never got the worst of it, he learned very quickly what they wanted him to say. The only reason why his training was speeded up was because they were running out of men. He learned that most of the men that went through training didn't break and were shot. Why the men weren't smart enough to just play along, he didn't know. He guessed that they wanted to stand up for what was right, be a martyr of some sort. He knew that if he didn't have Olivia to rescue then he probably would have played the martyr too...but there was no way he was going to give up on her...on them...on the possibility of there being an "us".

When Olivia woke up the commander was on top of her, he was still in his uniform but he was thrusting into her body and it was painful. It took her a moment to register where she was, she was surprised that he had even stopped choking her before killed her. She felt completely drained, but just for a moment. He was now raping her, and that made her angry, her source of energy was renewed.She screamed and pushed him off of her. She got down on the floor, on top of him, and started to beat him in the face with her fists as hard as she could. He blocked as many of the blows that he could, and when he saw an opening her swung at her, connecting hard enough with her face to break her cheek bone. She went down, and fell off of him, she was in a daze, her eyes were open and her hands were at her face but the pain was so bad she could barely even think of retaliating.

"You're worse then Josephine." He growled into her ear as he got back on top of her, "I don't like you." He pulled his gun and put it to her jaw, his finger on the trigger ready to pull it. She blinked and tried to realize the seriousness of the situation...was he really about to kill her? She groaned in pain, trying not to pass out.

"Fuck you." She groaned, she closed her eyes and curled up into a ball as he pulled the gun away from her face. He grabbed her arm and started to pull her up, but all she wanted to do was go to sleep, and she knew that couldn't be good. After a long moment of him pulling on her arm she got to her knees and he let go. He turned away from her and made himself decent, and then turned back. "If you ever...EVER Touch me again...I will kill you." He snorted in laughter.

"You kill me?

"Yes! I'll find a knife, or some scissors, or even a goddamned toenail clipper but I will kill you!" She screamed and struggled to her feet. She swayed slightly, almost as if she was about to fall down again. He walked over to her and put the gun to her newly fractured cheek.

"Say that to me when you have the gun." He pressed it into her face and she staggered backwards and cried out in pain. He grabbed her arm and yanked her forward and out into the hallway. He lead her back to her room and shoved her inside, the door slammed behind her and then the sound of the locks soon followed. Monica was in her bed staring in Olivia's direction, and when she saw her she stood up and walked over to her.

"Oh my god Liv," Monica breathed when she saw that Olivia's right eye was starting to swell shut, it was the most she said to Olivia all day, "What the hell happened to you?"

"I fought back." She replied and then stumbled over to her bed with Monica's help, "I told him I would kill him if he ever tried that again." She laid back on the bed and closed her eyes, the pain radiating through her face was almost too much to bare. Monica laid down next to Olivia and pulled her into her arms. They were silent like that but only for a moment then Olivia turned and pressed her face into Monica's shoulder and started to cry.

"Shhh," Monica tried to sooth her softly as she stroked her hair, "It's over now...it's over."

Elliot stood up against the wall to the building. He was cold and tired and the jacket they gave him was doing almost nothing to keep him warm. He buried his hands in his pockets and looked over to Daniel. The man was standing there with his arms folded over his chest, looking all official and military like, and Elliot wondered if that's what he should look like. He was supposed to stay there all night, guarding the stupid door and nothing was happening. He kicked at the cement under his feet and then looked up at the moon and sighed.

"Daniel do you have..." He didn't have time to finish his sentence because the door flung open and a woman in a red and black dress ran outside. The door collided with Daniel's head hard, knocking him to the ground. Elliot looked at him and then at the women who was running, she could barely be seen in the darkness.

"GET HER!" Daniel shouted at Elliot. He looked at the man for a moment and back to the girl, she was already at least five hundred feet away. He didn't want to get shot, or dragged in for treason by not running the girl down so he took off after her. She ran passed the football field and into the playground of the elementary school across the street. He was fast but she was even faster, he had no motivation for running her down, but she had the biggest motivator of all and that was freedom. She ran down the next field and started towards the wooded area across the street. He was now about 100 feet away from her. From behind him he heard shouting, he turned his head and at the very back of the feild he saw reinforcements.

"Damn it!" He shouted, he was hoping that no one would follow because then he could have let her escape, slip through his fingers, but now he actually had to make more of an effort in trying to catch her. She darted into the trees and he lost site of her, Good, he thought, now she'll be harder to find. He ran into the woods around the same spot that she had entered and looked around. In the moonlight he saw a flash of the red fabric in her dress. She ducked behind a tree and he lost site of her again. He could hear the footsteps of the other guards and them talking back and fourth via radio. He looked around but he couldn't see the guards yet. He smiled slightly and quietly ducked behind the tree that he saw her hide in back of. She noticed him and cried out in surprise and got up to take off running again. She was severly out of breath but that wasn't going to stop her. He grabbed her arm gently when she got up and she turned to look at him. She could only possibly be 18 or 19 years old...and she was beautiful.

"Please," She said softly, she had a thick Russian accent, "Please leave me be..."

"I'm not like them, I want you to get away." He said quietly, "What's your name?"

"Natalia."

"Run Natalia." He said softly, she looked at him as if he was joking but then he nodded his head and she took off. After a moment he took off in another direction making as much noise as he could. He was trying to throw the other guards off her tracks. A few minutes later he almost ran into another guard who had his gun out, he recognized the man as Kyle Mackey. "Kyle?"

"Where'd she go?"

"I...I don't know." Elliot replied and looked around, Kyle picked up his radio and put it to his mouth.

"She's gone...put out a warning for a white female around 22 years of age." Kyle said into the radio and then looked at Elliot, "Did you honestly do all you could to stop her?"

"I didn't even catch up to her..."

"Let's hope that Daniel believes you."

Later that night Olivia woke up when she felt something cold being pressed to her face. She groaned and opened her eyes slowly. Monica was sitting there gently holding a bag of ice wrapped in a paper towel to her face. She smiled down at Olivia slightly and then helped her get into a sitting position. "What time is it?" Olivia said groggily, she brought her hand up to the bag of ice and started to hold it in place herself.

"The clock in the kitchen said it's 2:36 in the morning." Monica replied, she then got up and walked into the bathroom. There was the sound of water running and then she came back out holding a glass of water. She sat down next to Olivia and handed her the water, she then held out two white pills in the palm of her hand. Olivia set the ice pack down and took the pills and held them in her hand.

"What are they?"

"Tylenol."

"Thank you." She popped the pills into her mouth and then downed them with the glass of water. She handed the glass back to Monica who set it on the bedside table. "How did you get to the kitchen the doors were locked."

"The commander came to check on us and I told him you would probably need some ice. I snuck the Tylenol out of the cabinet above the sink when he wasn't paying attention." She smiled, she seemed more talkative now, a little more at ease. Truama bonds people, at least that's what Olivia thought she heard once. She pressed her back against the wall and put the bag of ice back up to her face. "I'm really sorry this had to happen to you Liv."

"It's okay." She was lying, it wasn't okay it would never be okay, at least not until Elliot showed up, "I'm going to be fine."

"No, you're not. Neither am I. Look at us, look at what he's doing to us...hell I don't even respond to my own name anymore! He wants me to be his wife Liv...his wife." She took Olivia's hand in her hers gently, "And I think he wants to get rid of you." her lower lip started to tremble slightly and she put her face into her hands and started to sob. Olivia put an arm around her and pulled her in close. She started to stroke Monica's hair softly.

"I won't let that happen, and if it does happen I'll be back for you." Olivia tried to reassure her, Monica stopped her sobbing and looked up. They're eyes joined for a moment before Monica leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. She pulled away and then looked down and started to blush. Olivia didn't know what to do, it wasn't that she didn't like the kiss, it was just that she wasn't really used to it. After a moment put her hand under Monica's chin and tilted it up so she was looking at her. "Look Monica, I like you I really do but we can't do this...okay?"

"Then...could you just..." She trailed off and her lower lip started to tremble again, "Hold me?" Olivia nodded slightly. If that's what the woman needed to be comforted then she could definately do that. They both laid down together and Olivia put her arms around Monica and pulled her in close. She used her other hand to put the bag of ice on her face. Monica turned her head to Olivia and smiled slightly, it was the first time she had seen the girl smile in a week.

End Part VI