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The morning part: The Birds' Farewell – Panu Aaltio
The second part: Hiccup Conforts Drago - Stoick Saves Hiccup – John Powell, Gavin Greenaway (How to Train Your Dragon 2)

"I know. I really do," Olivia replied quietly. "And it really scares me because now that I know how it feels, I don't think I'll ever be able to be with anyone else. Not really."

"Yeah…" Elliot whispered and took a short break, but then continued: "But it's worth it."

"It's totally worth it."

Then Olivia closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Listening to Elliot's heartbeat which was slowly calming down, she wished nothing but that this moment would never end.

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Olivia laid on Elliot's bed next to him, listening to his calm breath. She had woken up some time ago and couldn't sleep anymore because her thoughts kept her awake. The more the room brightened, the more anxiety took over her body, and she pressed herself tighter and tighter against her partner. This was very likely the last time they shared a bed, and the mere thought squeezed her heart. She could not lose Elliot, not now that she had finally found a way home to him.

Then Elliot moved, growled and slowly opened his eyes. He faced Olivia's brown eyes, and his mouth turned to smile.

"Morning," he stroked her cheek with his thumb, and she raised her head to press a kiss on his lips.

"Morning."

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment and then Elliot sighed. "This is the day, huh?"

"I won't let you die," Olivia's voice was stifled. "Not now, not after everything."

"Liv, you have to promise me that…"

"No," Olivia stated firmly and raised her head. She knew what he was going to say. "You'll die, I'll die. I have not the slightest intention of going with Brown, even if it would save my life. You would be dead, and I'd live in Brown's cottage, giving him his "beautiful children"… No. Just… No."

His eyes were full of sadness when he finally nodded briefly. "I…"

However, he didn't have time to say anything else, because then there was a loud knock on the door and a man's commanding voice: "Up! NOW!" They looked at each other for a moment before they got up and got dressed. Just as Olivia was going to grab the door handle, Elliot pulled her in his arms and kissed her. He slid his hand into her hair, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was so intense, so needy, so desperate that tears welled up in Olivia's eyes. Then they finally broke away, and Elliot held his hand on her cheek as he whispered:

"I love you, always and forever."

Her voice was muffled when she sobbed: "I love you too."

Then Elliot moved his hand to the door handle and held out his hand to her. She grabbed it and looked deep into his blue eyes.

"Partners?" He asked and Olivia squeezed his hand.

"For better or worse."

Then he opened the door, and they entered the brightly lit corridor.

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They had eaten a simple breakfast and were now standing in the secret room. The armed guards stood behind them, and Harris looked at the detectives evaluating.

"I hope you slept well," he said, but there was a chilling tone in his voice. "I assume you understand the seriousness of the situation. The ability to cooperate is for your own best, because we can dig the information out of you one way or another." Then he walked over to Fin, who stared defiantly at him. "We could start with you. You get to talk to me and my friend a little, the rest of you can wait here."

The minutes passed slowly as they waited for Fin to return. However, when the door at the back of the room opened, they did not see him, only Harris returned to them.

"Where's Fin?" Munch asked in a nervous voice and Harris waved his hand.

"Don't worry, he's waiting in another place. I think you should know that the interviewees can't meet each other," he grinned and then pointed at Cassidy. "You, the black sheep, follow me."

The situation continued this way, and eventually it was Olivia's turn. She walked hesitantly after Harris, and they arrived in a dark room, which deceptively looked like the room she had seen in her last night's nightmare. She gulped and sat in the chair Harris pointed. Another interrogator looked at her intently.

"Olivia Benson," Harris huffed. "We've heard a lot about you. I have to say that the talks about your look aren't just speech, you're quite attractive. Brown has good taste."

Olivia pursed her lips but said nothing. Then the man next to Harris continued: "Tell me, what has the girl you found in the basement told you?"

"Whatever we wanted to hear," she replied quietly. "We got clues about you."

"But how?" The other man asked.

"Maybe your procedures aren't as solid as you might think," she stated and lifted her gaze. The other man glanced at Harris in frustration, who sighed.

"Do you believe me if I tell you that interrogating you guys is a little frustrating?" He asked. "You may not have fully understood the situation. Silence is not an option."

"Or maybe you've underestimated us," Olivia replied. She managed to make her voice sound confident, even though in reality her hands were shaking under the table.

"Maybe…" Harris looked at her, but then his eyes flashed dangerously, and he exclaimed: "Bring Stabler!"

At that moment, the door opened, and two guards dragged Elliot into the room. There were traces of the struggle on him, but eventually the guards had managed to bond him. Harris got up from his chair, pulled it to Elliot, and the guards forced Elliot to sit down. Then they tied him to the chair, and Olivia's breathing stopped. The view was just like in her nightmare.

No no no no no no no…

Harris noticed Olivia's face, and a happy grin spread across his face. The other man dug a knife out of his jacket pocket and lowered its blade on Elliot's arm.

"Well, are you ready to talk now?" Harris asked in a threatening voice, and Olivia glanced at him.

"I…"

At the same time, however, she heard the fabric tear, and Elliot grimaced. The other man had cut him with his knife, and his shirt slowly began to turn red. She breathed in sharply and looked alarmed at Harris.

"Don't…"

Then the other man made another incision on Elliot's arm.

"Don't hurt him!" Olivia exclaimed desperately and took a step towards her partner, but the guards stopped her with their guns.

"We won't, if you talk."

"Okay… Okay!" She shouted as the other man moved the knife to Elliot's chest.

"So… I'll ask you again. How did you get wind of our activities?" He asked. Olivia glanced at Elliot, who shook his head but then she opened her mouth:

"The members of your organization. Timothy Smith."

Harris clenched his fists and growled: "That son of a bitch. I knew he shouldn't have been involved, but he paid a lot. How did he get caught?"

"He forgot he had ordered the maintenance man when he left home."

Harris rubbed his forehead and seemed to think for a moment before continuing: "Tell me names."

"Whose names?"

"The names of the suspects!" He snapped and Olivia hesitated. Then she heard Elliot groan in pain as the other man had pressed the knife blade into his chest and slowly began to make an incision in his skin.

"I'll tell you names if you stop!" There was her stifled exclamation, and the other man raised his knife from her partner's chest. "At least Brighton…"

"Liv, no!" The pain was reflected in Elliot's voice, and Olivia fell silent and turned to look at him. Harris wasn't happy about that.

"Bring Brown!" He roared and this made Olivia startle. Then he grabbed her chin and looked her in the eye. "If you don't talk, your partner definitely will."

"What do you…" However, her words got stuck in her throat when Brown appeared in the room and a greedy grin spread across his face.

"I heard you're not talking, sweetheart. Why?" He asked and then he grabbed her shirt and tore it open. Olivia breathed in horror as he grabbed her breast. "If you are told to speak, you will speak!"

"No, please…" Her voice was barely audible when Brown leaned over her and kissed her violently as his hands wandered into her pants.

"STOP!" There was Elliot's alarmed yelp. "Let her go, I'll talk!"

"Now that's what I wanted to hear," Harris sounded pleased and turned to look at Brown. "Easy, boy. Keep your hands still under control."

"I have to think…" Elliot started and then listed all the names of the suspects he remembered. The other man wrote them down and Harris looked pleased. For a moment Olivia already thought that he would let them go, but then he glanced at both of them, and his voice was suddenly dangerous.

"Thank you for this, with this information we can continue with the others. Brown gets to keep Benson as the payment for completing the task and Stabler… Well…"

Olivia felt her heart stop in horror as one of the guards pulled the gun from his waist and aimed at Elliot, whose blue eyes filled with horror too. Then everything happened like in a slow-motion movie. She broke herself away from Brown's grip and crashed into the guard just as he pulled the trigger. The shot echoed in the room as they fell to the ground, and at the same time there was a shout from outside the door:

"POLICE! Put your hands up!"

Then five heavily equipped police officers rumbled into the room, and Brown and the guards dropped their guns to the ground. However, Olivia thought of nothing but Elliot, who was lying on the ground tied to his chair. She stumbled to her partner and tears blurred her vision as she saw a pool of blood slowly spread beneath him.

"El!" She panicked and shook his shoulder. "Elliot! Please don't leave me, please…"

There was no answer.