Title:Plan Of Action

Author: Monica Edwards

Pairings: Elliot and Olivia, Olivia and Other

Part 7 rated PG-13

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.

Immediately after Kyle made the report, Elliot was taken back to the gym for interrogation. This time he actually got to go inside and see what everything looked like. There were about 50 cots laid out and most of the women on them were sleeping. Some were crying though, and he shook his head wishing there was more he could do for them. He was taken into a room just off the gym, lead by Daniel, that used to probably be an office. Now all that was in there was a table and two metal folding chairs. Daniel motioned for him to take a seat and he did in the chair farthest from the door.

"What happened out there?" Daniel asked, he didn't sound angry but he certainly didn't sound happy.

"She ran into the woods and I lost sight of her." Elliot said honestly, Daniel looked at him like he didn't believe it. It was sort of true, when she ducked into the forest the first time he did lose sight of her, but he caught up to her, Daniel didn't have to know that.

"You used to be a law enforcement officer, do you expect me to believe that you couldn't chase down a 19 year old girl?" He slammed his hand down on the table, maybe expecting Elliot to flinch, but he didn't. He suddenly realized that this was probably how it felt to be a suspect, he almost smiled...almost.

"She was too fast and too far ahead of me, I..."

"No excuses!" Daniel screamed and then slammed his other hand down on the table, "I expected a lot more from you Elliot, a lot more." He then folded his arms over his chest and turned his back to Elliot. This was a good chance to grab his gun, and run off with his keys but how would he explain that to the other guards outside of the building? "We have to get back to our post. Don't let anything like this happen again. This is your first offence, and trust me you don't want to know what happens with your second one." Elliot nodded slightly and then got up out of his chair. He got the feeling that he was being let off light, he had seen some of the ways they tortured the new trainees and he didn't want his legs broken or fingers broken, he definately needed those in his search for Olivia. They got up and walked back outside together. Elliot took his place on the right side of the door, eyeing Daniel for the perfect chance to steal his gun and get the hell out of there.

Olivia woke up that morning with Monica still wrapped tightly in her arms. The bag of ice, which was now no more then warm water, laid between them. She carefully unwrapped her arms from around Monica and got up and out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door gently. She went to the bathtub and started to run water for a shower. She felt dirty, her soul felt dirty, she doubted that hot water would make it go away but it was a start. As she let the water warm up she turned and looked into the mirror. The swelling wasn't as bad and she could open her eye more, the ice really helped with that. She put a hand to her cheek and pressed on it softly, she winced with the pain it caused. It was definately a broken cheekbone, she had one before after being assalted by a perp...in the good old days. She sighed, undressed and then got into the shower.

When she was done with her shower she got out and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Normally she would have shaved her legs this time of week but there were no razor blades around for them to use, and for good reason. She didn't think that she herself would actually use a blade to harm herself but she wasn't sure about Monica's state of mind. She walked out into the bedroom and went to the dresser where her things were kept. She got dressed slowly, and then picked up her brush and started to brush out her wet hair.

"How are you doing this morning?" Monica muttered still half asleep. She looked out of the window, squinting her eyes ever so slightly. Olivia walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. Monica grabbed her brush from the bedside table, sat up, and started to brush out her long hair.

"A little better," Olivia lied, she wasn't feeling any better, in fact she felt absolutely terrible, but there was no need for Monica to start feeling sorry for her, "Thanks again for the Tylenol last night." Monica smiled at her slightly and put her brush back down on the table.

"I didn't think it would help much considering how bad the injury is." Monica replied and then stood up. She walked towards the bathroom and turned, "Thanks for last night, you really helped me feel better." She entered the bathroom, smiled at Olivia and then shut the door. Shortly after that the water started to run. Olivia laid back on her bed and closed her eyes slowly. The pain in her cheek now radiated throughout the rest of her face, and she wondered if Monica would be able to get her some more Tylenol.

That very same morning Elliot was taken to one of the patrol houses in Shaker Heights to get some sleep. It was a large house not far from a place called Horseshoe Lake, it over looked acres of beautiful property. He and Daniel were to share a room, this was the perfect time for him to make an escape. Even though Daniel had been mad at him earlier, he obviously trusted him enough not to take the gun or the keys while he was sleeping. Elliot looked at his watch, it was 8:00 in the morning. Daniel was already laying down on the bed his eyes were closed. Elliot kicked off his shoes and laid in the next bed and looked out of the window.

The gun and keys were set right on the table under the window. There wasn't a cloud in the sky that day, it was beautiful and sunny. Elliot wondered where Olivia was, what she was doing, if she was alright, or more importantly, still alive. She had to be alive, she was too much of a fighter to go down during something like this.

He waited an hour, a very long hour, until he was sure that Daniel was fast asleep. He was tired too but if he fell asleep he might never get the chance to escape. He got out of bed, still in his uniform and walked over to the table. He picked up the gun and the keys and headed out of the room. The picture of her was still in his sock. He had taken the time to rip it in half so that he wasn't in it anymore. If people saw the picture of the both of them then they might catch on that something was a miss. He stepped out into the hallway, there was no one there. He breathed a sigh of relief and then as casually as he could he walked down the stairs and out of the front door, nobody even tried to stop him.

He walked out to the car that had brought him to the house in the first place. It was a regular, unmarked car, so he wouldn't draw so much attention to himself while driving it. He got inside and started the engine. It was loud, or at least it seemed loud in the wilderness that sourrounded him. He pulled out of the driveway and headed out to the street. Now it was time to find Olivia.

That morning after breakfast, the commander was all over Olivia. It was clear what he wanted from her, as she helped Monica do the dishes he rubbed up against her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. She surpressed a gag and pulled away from him and wiped her hands on a near by towel. Monica noticed what he was doing too and tried her best to just ignore it. How could he want sex from her when he had just broken her face the night before? He came up behind her again and kissed her on the cheek, something she had seen him do to Monica right before he raped her. He would treat her all nice and hug her, hang around her, and what not, and then take her up to his room for "Breeding". Monica glanced over at them and for once she looked happy that it wasn't happening to her, but a moment later her expression changed. It changed to one of pity, and almost one of love, that was it, love for Olivia.

"Commander, sir?" She spoke up, he looked at her and for the moment stopped harassing Olivia, "I would really like it if you spent some time with me...alone." Was Olivia actually hearing this? Witnessing this? The girl was about to have sex with the man to spare her. Olivia shook her head and looked at the commander, he couldn't be buying into this could he? She smiled at him flirtatiously and walked over to him. He looked skeptical of her motives but didn't say anything. She turned and looked at Olivia and winked, he didn't see that, then she turned back and pulled the commander into a kiss. He kissed back with equal, if not more, passion.

"I see you've finally come to your sense Josephine." He said after pulling away, he gently ran his hand through her hair which was down, she usually put it up after breakfast.

"Mon...er...Josephine don't..." Olivia started and then took a step towards him, "I can handle this myself..."

"Handle what?" Monica said and then pushed some hair out of the commander's face, "Don't worry about me, I want this." She looked back to Olivia and forced a smile but the disgust in her eyes was obvious. The commander glared at Olivia for a moment before taking Monica's arm and pulling her towards the stairs.

"You can finish cleaning up, right Miriam?" He said to her, she nodded slowly and turned back to the sink to finish washing the dishes. She listened to them go up the stairs and waited another moment before moving to the cabinet next to the sink. That was where all the knives were kept, and this morning the commander was to distracted to lock it before going up stairs with Monica. She opened it up slowly and pulled a small but sharp knife and tucked it into her apron. With a smile, she went back to doing the dishes.

Elliot approached the first roadblock at the end of the street. He was a little nervous about being stopped but he didn't let it show. He tucked the gun under the seat of the car and pulled out the picture of Olivia. Amazingly he was in a line behind about 6 other cars so he had a moment to get his story straight. When it was finally his turn, he pulled up to the guards that were blocking the street and calmly rolled down his window.

"State your business." The guard said blandly like he was tired of doing this already. Elliot showed the guard Olivia's picture.

"I'm looking for her," He said calmly, "Aparently she ran out of one of the training programs and got away." He hoped he sounded as official as he wanted to. His hand was between his legs ready to go down and grab the gun if something were to happen. The guard looked at him and then to another guard, he motioned for the other guy to come over to them.

"I've seen her before." The other guy said and then motioned to a street behind them, "I thought she was at the Van Sweringen mansion. She escaped?"

"That's what they told me," Elliot replied and put the picture back on the seat, "I should probably stop by the Van Sweringen house just to make sure, can you tell me how to get there?" The guard nodded and launched into telling him directions. Was he really going to get off this easy? They didn't even ask to see his security pass. He knew it would be a long time before Daniel would wake up and see that he was gone. He figured he at least had a few hours, the man was sleeping pretty soundly when he left. After the guard finished his long and winding explanation on how to get there, Elliot turned the car around and headed for the house.

End Part VII