Title: Don't Look Any Further

Author: Monica Edwards

Pairings: Elliot and Olivia, Olivia and Other

Part 8 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.

Before Olivia could get back to her room and think about using the knife on the commander there was a knock on the door. She was surprised by this because usually if the commander was going to have someone over they entered together and left together. Who ever was knocking at the door was not someone who had been invited. She headed towards the door and then remembered that it was locked, she would have to get the commander to open it. There was another knock on the door, more persistant this time. She went to the window by the door and tried to look out of it but a large bush was obstructing her veiw, she would have to go get the commander.

"Hang on just a second." She called through the door and turned to leave.

"Liv?" Elliot's voice came through the door and it was almost as if an angel was speaking to her. She felt her knees go weak, she actually thought she might faint. He had found her, she didn't think she had ever been this happy in her life. She pressed her face up against the door and felt tears coming to her eyes.

"Elliot..." She breathed through the door, so many nights praying for him to come, so many times crying his name, and he was finally here, she didn't even know what to say to him. She continued to press her cheek to the door even though it was swollen and hurting, the pain seemed to melt away with the sound of his voice. "How did you ever find me?"

"Well, I thought you were going to be back in New York but then I was stopped at a road block and showed the guards your picture and they said you were here." He replied his voice calm yet she could detect a hint of excitement in it. She started to cry, happy tears of course, she just couldn't believe that this was happening. She went silent for a while just crying, she didn't want him to see her cry or hear her either so she tried to keep quiet, "Liv? You there?"

"Yeah I'm here," She sniffled and then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, "The commander is up stairs with Monica, they won't be coming down for a little while, but I can't let you in I don't have the keys." She wiped her face again and took in a deep breath trying to calm herself down. If the commander did come down the stairs she couldn't look like she was losing it, that would be too suspicious.

"Monica?"

"Yeah she's another woman who was brought to this house. She actually seduced the commander this morning so he wouldn't rape me again." Olivia replied softly. She was still reeling fromt he desicion that Monica had made. Elliot went silent for a long while, probably taking in the fact that Olivia had already been raped and he had been powerless to stop it.

"God Olivia, I'm so sorry." He finally said.

"It's not your fault," She replied feeling the tears well up in her eyes again, she blinked and they rolled down her face, "I fought back he broke my cheek bone, it's still pretty swollen so don't be surprised when you see me." After she said that she wanted nothing more then to see his face, but the door was in her way, she cursed softly and put her hand on the door. She turned and looked at the window in the other room. "Hey I have an idea, walk to the window about three feet to your right." She then ran over to the window and waited. A moment later there was the sound of bushes rustling and then he appeared, he was wearing a holster and actually had a gun. She could have screamed in happiness but she held back. She put her hand up on the window and he put his hand on top of hers, mirroring it through the glass. He looked good, no apparent injuries, same old smile. Tears started to run down her face again and she pressed her forehead against the glass. He noticed her cheek and frowned, he started to hope that it didn't hurt as bad as it looked.

"It's so nice to see you." He said after looking over her in her loose black and red dress. He had seen many women in the same outfit but somehow it was comforting to see her in it, it meant she was still alive and fighting. She reached into the white apron she was wearing and pulled out the knife and showed it to him.

"I stole this this morning, although I don't really have a plan on how to use it yet." She gently wiped her face with her free hand. He looked at the weapon and nodded, then he realized that he didn't really have a plan on how to get her out of there. He also realized how stupid it was just to knock on the door, the commander could have answered and then what would he have said? He decided that fate was on his side, after all Olivia was the one to answer the door...it just had to be fate. He pulled the gun and showed it to her, as if she didn't notice it before.

"I could shoot out the window right now and get you out of there. I have a car waiting at the end of the driveway." He offered and she shook her head.

"No, that would draw too much attention and besides we have to get Monica out of here too, I promised I wouldn't leave her." Olivia said and looked back at the stairs, they were still up there but they could be done very quickly. They stayed silent for another moment, just looking into each other's eyes like it was the first time in years that they had seen each other. Olivia sighed and looked down at the knife. If she moved quickly she could probably go upstairs, into the commander's bed room, and sneak up behind him and put it to his neck, but she couldn't just leave Elliot. Suddenly there were footsteps on the floor above and she heard them heading for the stairs. "Quick get down! I'll come back to this window when it's safe." Elliot nodded.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She replied and watched him duck down, she got up, wiped her face again and headed back into the kitchen. She grabbed a dish and pretended to wash it until she heard the footsteps behind her. She turned to see if it was the commander, but it was only Monica standing there looking totally worn out. Olivia walked over to her and brushed some hair out of her face, "Are you okay?"

"Never better." Monica sighed and went and got herself a glass of water, she drank it down quickly and then set the glass in the sink. That's when the commander made his appearance. He was dressed in his uniform as always, with his gun at his side. Olivia reached into her apron casually and felt the knife, if she took it out now she could throw it at him, but what if she missed? She couldn't chance what might happen to her if she threw the knife and missed, he might shoot her. She removed her hand and ran it through her hair.

"I'm going out, I have a meeting." He announced uncerimoniously, "I expect you two to behave." He walked to the door in the kitchen that was attached to the garage. "I'm not locking you in your room because I trust you...well I trust Josephine to keep you out of touble Miriam." He opened the door and stepped outside and shut the door behind him. There was the sound of the garage door opening and then the car starting. A few moments later the car pulled out of the garage and the door closed again. Monica looked at Olivia and started to cry. Olivia walked over to her and put her arms around her and pulled her in close.

"It's okay he's gone and I'm going to get us out of here right now." Olivia said she pulled away from Monica and took her arm and pulled her towards the window. Monica looked confused, she didn't know what was going on. Olivia got down by the window and tapped on it three times and then waited. There was no answer, and Elliot didn't appear right away. She tapped again, more urgently this time, still nothing happened. "Elliot?"

"You rang?" His voice was coming from right behind them, Olivia turned and ran to him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He pulled her in close and kissed her back with equal passion. After she pulled away, she turned to Monica and motioned in her direction.

"This is Monica." She said breathlessly, her face flushed in arousal from the kiss. Monica stepped up to him and held out her hand. He took it and shook it gently and she offered him half of a smile.

"So you're Elliot?" She said after a moment, "How did you get in here?"

"I came in through the garage door after the commander left. Although I did see him set some sort of alarm system." He explained, Olivia pressed her face into his shoulder trying not to cry again. From behind her she could feel a cold glare from Monica, she didn't know how she knew but the feeling was overwhelming. She turned and looked at the woman and smiled at her slightly, but the smile wasn't returned.

"Can I see you upstairs for a moment?" Monica asked Olivia sounding like she might cry at any moment. Olivia looked at Elliot and then nodded, and they headed up the stairs together. Monica didn't head for their bedroom but instead opted to go into the commander's room. Olivia had only been in there once and it made her sick to her stomach to be in there again, but this is what Monica wanted. The woman shut the door behind them and then slowly walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room and stood there staring at one of the drawers, "Why?"

"Why what?" Olivia said in a kind voice, she didn't know why Monica was suddenly so upset. They were about to gain their freedom, Elliot was right there down stairs, what could she possibly be so upset about?

"Are you really so dense that you don't know?" Monica replied and then pulled open the top drawer to the dresser, she reached inside and shakily pulled out a small hand gun. Olivia's eyes went wide and she started to walk towards Monica, "Don't," Monica said and pointed the gun at Olivia, "Don't take another step." Olivia stopped in her tracks and put her hands up showing that she didn't mean Monica any harm.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand why you are so upset Monica." Olivia said softly, "Just put down the gun and we can talk."

"You were supposed to love ME." Monica said as she started to cry, she lifted the gun and put it to her head, "He wasn't supposed to come, you were supposed to be with me." She put her finger to the trigger as her hand continued to shake. "We were going to be together forever, just you and me fighting that son of a bitch who wanted to take our humanity away."

"Monica..."

"You held me in your arms Olivia, you said it would be alright and I thought, I PRAYED that it was true." Monica used her other hand to wipe the tears away from her eyes, "I love you Olivia, why do you think I had sex with the commander this morning? For fun? For shits and giggles? No! I wanted to save you, spare you, protect you like you've tried to protect me. Now that he's here it's over, I don't have you anymore and I don't think I want to be without you."

"Elliot..." She called turning her head to the door, she didn't know why she thought he could help but she couldn't do this alone. Monica walked over to Olivia and slapped her across the face, luckily she hit her on the side that wasn't broken.

"Don't call him! He's there for you and he isn't leaving as for me...I don't know." She aimed the gun at her head again. Olivia took in a deep breath, she had been with this woman for a week, and although a week is a relatively short period of time they had been through a lot together. They had been there for each other, and it was tearing Olivia apart to watch Monica want to tear it all apart. They were going to get out together, be free, and Elliot was going to take them to that freedom.

"I'm not leaving you, and I'm not going to stop caring about you, but you knew that I love him. You heard me cry his name almost everynight, you had to know that this was going to happen eventually." Olivia explained slowly, walking on eggshells with every verbal step she took. Anything could cause Monica to freak out and pull the trigger.

"No, I didn't HAVE to know this was going to happen Liv," Monica replied and she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, Elliot must have heard Olivia's half assed attempt to call him, "I thought you were just clinging to false hope, I mean what were the chances that he would find you? Really? I mean think about it." Olivia took a step back and started to think about it, really think about it. What were the chances? She was abducted from New York and brought to the ass end of the world, Shaker Heights Ohio. She was put in a training center, then taken to the Van Sweringen mansion. Elliot too was abducted from New York and brought to Ohio. He was stopped by some guards at a road block and showed them her picture, then he was lead here. He knocked on the door in broad daylight with no plan of action and they had found each other.

"It must have been fate."

"Fate? FATE! Then what do you call us coming together? Just a chance meeting? It had to be fate that brought us together and I'm not...I don't..." She dropped the gun to her side and stepped in close to Olivia and pulled her into a kiss. Olivia was a little shocked by this action and she didn't kiss back she just pulled away and looked at Monica, "Nothing, just as I thought." There was a knock at the door, Elliot sure took his sweet time getting up there, or maybe he was listening at the door before coming in, in any case he was there now.

"Liv..."

"In here, she has a gun." She called at the door, there was another pause and the door slowly opened, Elliot didn't remove his gun from the holster around his waist, in fact he kept his hands up so she could see them as he walked in. He looked at her for a moment and then walked over to Olivia, then he stopped in front of her, blocking her from just about any bullet from that angle.

"Look at how he protects you, just like that, who the hell is going to do that for me?" Monica whispered and put the gun back to her head. Olivia side stepped Elliot and gently put her hand on Monica's wrist, the wrist to the hand that was holding the gun.

"I'll protect you, and he'll protect you, nothing bad is going to happen to you any more. I promise you that." She squeezed Monica's wrist gently and started to pull the gun away from her head. Monica looked at her and dropped the gun to the floor. Her lip trembled again and she started to sob, Olivia pulled her into a tight hug, "We're getting out of here, now, Elliot has a car waiting."

"Where the hell are we going to go?"

"I don't know, but wherever it is, it will be somewhere safe." Olivia pulled back from the hug and looked into Monica's eyes. Monica wiped her tears away and looked at Elliot and smiled, but just slightly.

"I'm sorry," She said and then sniffled and sort of laughed, "I just lost my head for a moment."

"It's okay, it happens to the best of us." Elliot said and then put a hand on her shoulder. She pulled him into a quick hug and then pulled back.

"Lets get the hell out of here." Monica said and looked back and fourth between the two of them. They nodded, and together they all headed down the stairs.

End Part VIII

(There will be a part 9 just hold your horses)