Disclaimer: I do not own SVU or any of the SVU characters named. I only own the ones I make up.
A/N: I'm really excited about this story! I'm happy to be writing again. TW. This will probably be boring, but now the burn really starts. So kinda promising?
Chapter Three
"You're all alike, everyone single one of you." Bill Harris said looking Olivia in the eye.
Olivia smirked and wrapped her arm around Vicki's shoulder. Leading her away from the scum. "C'mon Vicki."
"What just happened? You said he was gonna slip! He didn't slip!" Vicki was about to spazz out.
"Yes he did." Olivia says calmly.
Cocky even. Because she's just that good.
Back at the precinct Olivia, Elliot and Capt. Cragen were gathered around the evidence board pin pointing different rapes with the same pattern as Vickis.
"He said we were all alike, every single one of us. So I knew there had to be more victims." Olivia said typing away on the computer connected to the evidence board.
"Damn, sick son of a bitch has been raping all over the country." Elliot said.
"We gotta catch this bastard." Capt. Cragen said.
"Liv, gotta call from the PD in California about Vicki's rape kit." Fin said joining the group.
"They don't have it?" Olivia asked disappointment settling in to her features.
"Not exactly..." Fin said.
Vicki's California rape kit was lost. And Olivia didn't hesitate to book a flight to go find it herself.
Once Olivia made it to California and after some brief R & R she met with Rex Winters.
"Detective Benson." Olivia said professionally.
"Hello Detective. The results are still processing, but in the meantime I found somethibg that might interest you." Winters said.
"Something good I hope. I need to make a break in this case and get this scum off the streets." Olivia said.
"Back in 2000 William Harris rented a storage space." Rex said.
"The same year Vicki was raped." Olivia said.
Processing.
"We need to get a warrant to get in there!" Olivia said.
Rex slipped the warrant out of his inner blazer pocket and held it up, "Way ahead of you." He says with a shit-eating grin.
"Let's go." Olivia demands.
Once there, they pop the lock and flip on the lights.
Looking around, when the space is fully lit.
The back wall is covered with photos of Vicki and other women. A video playing of Vicki during different stages of her life. Evidence that the sick bastard has been stalking her for years.
A plush black leather chair in the middle of the room with a small stand, a box of tissues a bottle of lube and a few used tissues line the top.
Olivia's face twists in disgust.
"He comes here to get off."
Olivia's mouth hung open at how sick Bill Harris is.
She gravitated to a table that held several items that belonged to Vicki.
"Hey..." Rex says holding out a book to Olivia.
Olivia takes it and flips through it.
"He's written down every date he raped her, he's got her drivers permit, her engagement ring, this box is full of the underwear he stole from her apartment. This place is a good mine." Olivia says.
Winters and Olivia leave the storage unit as the team Rex called arrived to pack everything up.
"Go catch the prick." Rex says as they part ways.
"When I do I'm gonna send you his ass on a silver platter." Olivia says.
"No good here. Statutes ran out for Vicki about three weeks ago." Rex says with a frown.
"You knew that and still had me come out here?!" Olivia begins to get upset.
"But I knew you could. Go get him." Rex says before turning and going inside.
Olivia squirmed in her seat in court as she watched Vicki be cross examined by Harris's lawyer.
She began squeezing her hands, her knuckles nearly turning white.
All she could do was sit there and watch as the lawyer nearly tore Vicki to shreds.
Tore what happened to her to shreds.
Vicki got down from the witness stand and sat by Olivia. Being close to Olivia helping to calm her nerves. She wanted to reach for her hand but she didn't know how the detective would take it.
She listened to the judges decision. That basically Bill Harris is innocent. Lack of evidence bullshit. He gets to be free.
Like it never happened.
The bang of the gavel went through her like a thousand knives, it was over.
"How can she do that?" Vicki asked Olivia. Tears welling up in her eyes.
Olivia placed her hands on Vicki's shoulders, offering a publicly acceptable amount of comfort.
"Vicki... We are gonna get him, I promise." She said softly.
Vicki pushes away from Olivia, tears falling.
"Just stop making promises you can't keep!" She snapped. "You are NEVER gonna get him! I was so stupid to think I was ever gonna get any justice!"
She turned and ran from the court room.
Leaving Olivia standing there.
Feeling like shit.
"Vicki..." She sighed.
Olivia walked into the room to see Elliot boxing up some evidence.
Elliot didn't have to turn around to know his partner was there.
"Case is being turned over to FBI now." He said grimly.
Olivia groans frustrated. "It's like we are telling the victims they don't matter and telling the rapists they can get away with it!"
She angrily walks over to a box and snatches up and evidence bag. Fiddling with it she sees 1991-1998.
"OMG. We might have had him all along." Olivia says tossing the roll of tape to Elliot and rushing out of the room.
"Vicki! Please open up! It's detective Benson! Olivia!"
Vicki had been in the middle of cutting and thinking about just killing herself when she heard all the commotion. She pulled up her pants without patching up the cuts on her thighs and stormed to the door.
"What?!" She said harshly.
"Vicki, the night Harris broke in to your apartment, did he force you?" Olivia asks.
"I already told you." Vicki said.
"I know just...please think back. What did he tie you up with?" Olivia begs.
"Why do you want me to go through that again?" Vicki asks wanting to close the door and try to forget.
"How long did he stay?" Olivia asks.
"Duct tape and he stayed all night and into the next day. He didn't even take it off before he left. It took me hours to get free and call the cops." Vicki said.
"It got lost didn't know it was there." Olivia says apologetically.
Olivia and Elliot arrest Bill Harris again.
"I didn't go near that woman!" Harris says in a weak attempt.
"Unfortunately for you there is no statute on kidnapping." Elliot says putting on the cuffs ans leading Harris out of the restaurant.
At the police station, Vicki follows closely behind as Elliot and Olivia march her tormentor to a cell.
"Vicki, you know it wasn't rape! Tell them! I love you...I I love you!" Bill Harris says.
Before Elliot could slam the gate shut, Vicki catches it and locks eyes with Harris.
"Now I'll always know where YOU are, BEHAVE yourself!" She seethes.
The satisfaction of closing the door on her tormentors made her feel powerful and she proudly walked away.
A few months later...
Olivia couldn't stop thinking about Vicki. Hoping to hear from the young woman. She went to her place once and received the news that Vicki had moved.
Her heart ached for Vicki. Hoping wherever she was that she was ok.
"Liv?" Elliot called.
"Yeah El?" Olivia answered.
"You wanna go for drinks tonight with me and Kath?" He asked.
He could see his partner and best friend was becoming down in the dumps.
"No. No thanks. I think I'll go home, order some takeout and drink some wine." Olivia said.
"You sure?" Elliot pressed.
Olivia nodded.
Lying really.
She shutdown her computer for the night and collected her things. Just as she picked up her phone it lit up with a number she didn't recognize. She answered out of habit.
"Benson." She said.
"Olivia?"
That voice. So soft and a very welcome surprise.
"Vicki?!"
"I know it's been awhile but I was wondering if you wanted to meet me somewhere?" Vicki said tentatively.
"Just give me an address." Olivia said rushing to the elevator doors of the precinct.
Olivia slid into the booth across from the woman who she hadn't seen or heard from since she marched out of the precinct.
She took her in.
Vicki had gained some healthy weight. She seemed more confident. Less scared.
"Vicki. How are you?" Olivia asked.
Vicki took a sip of her drink, swallowed and set her glass down, never taking her eyes off of Olivia.
"Would you like a drink?" Vicki asked.
Olivia shook her head. She does stupid things when she drinks.
Like sleeping with Brian Cassidy.
Making out with that cocky asshole from FBI.
She knew if she drank she would definitely kiss Vicki Sayers and that would be very stupid. And she didn't want to run the woman off. Not after the long three months of wondering about her.
"No thank you." Olivia said.
Vicki nodded and curiously tilted her head to the side.
"I moved a week after he was locked up. It's kind of my thing." Vicki started rolling her eyes at herself. "I was really depressed. I was going to kill myself. But I found your number on that piece of paper. I really wanted to call but I was so fucked up. You didn't call me so I thought you forgot about me."
"I didn't. I thought about you everyday." Olivia said slowly sliding her hands across the table to hold Vicki's.
"I've been in therapy." Vicki says softly. Feeling the warmth from Olivia's hands start tracing up her arm and settling into places she wasn't ready to admit yet.
"How is it going?" Olivia asks.
Trying not to push boundaries.
But were there any boundaries anymore?
"I talked about you constantly for the first few weeks." Vicki said.
"Is that bad?" Olivia asked.
"No, but my therapist thinks I have feelings for you." Vicki said.
"Vicki, I told you once how I felt..." Olivia started. She squeezed the brunettes hands. "I still feel that way."
Vicki leaned closer, over the table.
"And I think, my therapist was right." Vicki said. "But I'm scared."
"I'm not going to hurt you Vicki." Olivia said.
"How many times do I have to keep telling you not to make promises to me that you can't keep?" Vicki says before closing the distance and pressing her lips onto Olivia's.
It was over nearly as soon as it started.
Vicki was pulling her hands out of Olivia's and starting to leave.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Olivia."
"I will wait as long as it takes Vicki." Olivia says before standing and cupping Vicki's cheeks and wiping the tears that had started to fall. "I'm not sorry."