Chapter Seven: Call for Back up

Olivia's breath caught in her throat, she calmed, and then opened her mouth to speak, "Don't!" She heard a deep voice, say. It wasn't yelling, but it sure as hell wasn't whispering.

She could hear her heart beating in her ears, before the gun started to move to her back.

Olivia could feel the cold steel pressing against the small of her back, as she began to go over several things in her head. One, she can't prove who the person is, based off of one word, and the fact he's wearing a mask doesn't help. Two, she has a good feeling it was Fontaine. And three, thank god, her gun was still in her hands. Oddly enough, the assailant hadn't asked her to drop it, yet. Advantage, once he moved forward, she could get aim. For now, she kept it pressed against the back of her leg. The assailant moved briefly, holding the gun out, still pointed at her. But not pressed against her anymore. Olivia reached into her back pocket, feeling for her cell phone, she had installed a new feature on it, when she hit the power button a certain amount of times, it alerted her emergency contact, and then the police. Soon enough, Fin would be notified.

Now to wait. Olivia was trying to keep herself relaxed. She knew they both held guns, and the last thing she needed was a full on gun fight, going on between her four walls, with the other families in the apartments next door.

Olivia watched as the figure in front of her began getting nervous, "You're not going to say anything?" He asked, stuttering slightly.

"No, what's there to say?" Olivia asked, cautiously.

"You're just going to let me stand here with a gun pointed at you!? SAY SOMETHING!" He yelled incredulously.

"Hey, you came into my house… I have nothing to say to you. Unless of course you have something you want to say?" She pried.

She watched the wheels in his head begin to turn, trying to process why she was being nice to him. It was almost funny.

"I have nothing to say to you, Detective Benson!" He screamed.

"But you're screaming at me… And I haven't done anything to you. Lest I remind you, you broke into my house, and are holding me, at gunpoint." She asserted.

He began pacing, moving back and forth, it was making her nervous if she was being honest.

"You don't get it. YOUR PARTNER ARRESTED ME, And sent me to prison!" He screamed angrily.

"He arrested you, because you raped 5 women. And he didn't send you to prison, the judge and jury did. You gonna go after all of them too? You're already

sweating profusely, because you're scared of what you've done. You got ballsy, broke into a cops house, and now a woman with authority, is telling you the truth. And you don't like it." she declared.

He was sweating profusely at this point, and she could tell she was getting somewhere.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY DID TO ME IN THERE! EVERY NIGHT!" He screamed bitterly.

She could only suppress a chuckle. "What they did to you; Charles, they only did to you, what YOU did to those women. And while it isn't right, I can't feel bad for you. You can't go after someone who was doing their job!" She said, fiercely.

He stopped dead in his tracks, and stared at her, she knew who he was. He hadn't expected that. "You need to shut the fuck up! Before I shoot you!" He threatened. Olivia just stayed silent.

"DROP the GUN, detective Benson!" He yelled at her.

She had been caught. Now this was real, now she was being held hostage.

She released the Magazine from the gun, placing it on the table behind her. And tossing the gun down in front of her. "Okay, okay, we'll do what you want. What is it exactly that you want?" She questioned, trying to get a feel for the situation, which had now drastically changed.

"Your partner. Gone." Fontaine said, bitterly.

Olivia scoffed, "Gone? He's already gone Charles!" Olivia goaded.

Fontaine just stared at her. "He's dead!?" He screamed.

"Yeah Charles, he died in a car accident just yesterday. Don't you read the news? Keep up on your current victims?" She asked, incredulously. She could feel her heart drop into her stomach, at the mention of Elliot.

His face twisted up, confused. "He's… Dead!?" He yelled. It wasn't a question.

But Olivia Just shook her head.

"He's dead, 6 feet under… GONE, Charles." She managed to choke out, without losing her composure.

He paced manically again, "So if that's it… Why are you still here?" She asked, the genuine curiosity in her tone didn't get past him.

"I know you've somehow contacted the police, they're surrounding this building right now, I'm not getting out of here alive. So neither are you." He said, making his way over to her, the gun once again pressed against her temple. He was behind her.

Olivia thought deeply, anything she could use right now. And then it dawned on her, "So why Kathy Stabler?" She asked.

Fontaine's lip curled up, into an eager grin, "Oh she was the easiest part. Angry wife, bitter separation, house full of distractions… and not to mention, her Hus- - Ex husband, was the cop who ruined my life." He explained with a sneer.

Olivia knew she'd gotten ballsy back there. She had already burned the trust, you're supposed to gain in a situation like this. She couldn't side with him, to get herself out of this. It was then her landline rang. Startling both herself and the captor.

He pulled the gun back just a bit "ANSWER IT!" He screamed. She moved towards the device, and held the receiver to her ear, keeping her other arm up.

"This is Detective Benson." She said, trying to keep her tone calm. She didn't need to freak Fin out any further.

"You know, everything is fine up here Fin, we're good." She elaborated.

Charles looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel. "Tell them to leave us alone!" He hollered.

Fin heard it, and now Olivia could hear Cragen, and Munch. "You need to get out of there, Liv. Are you armed?" Cragen asked, concern evident in his tone.

"No Captain, Charles has disarmed me." She said, the sound of mumbling on the other line, gave Olivia hope. Especially when she heard another males voice. It wasn't Elliot, that'd have been dangerous. Seeing as he's the one who's head Fontaine wanted on a platter.

But of all people it was Tucker.

"Detective Benson, this Sergeant Tucker. Can I speak to the suspect?" He asked. Olivia pulled the phone down and looked at Charles.

"They want to speak to you." She said, holding out the wire cord clad phone.

"WHAT!?" He yelled, into the receiver. She could see the flinch in Tucker's face, in her mind.

"Hello? Charles. Is it okay if I call you Charles? I'm Sergeant Ed Tucker" He asked, with the most genuine tone he could muster.

Charles hesitated a moment, before gathering himself "Whatever! What the hell do you want!?" He asked, harshly.

"I think the question you're asking is, what do YOU want, Charles? What is it you need?" Tucker asked, trying to reason before the hostage negotiator arrived. From there it was to take him out, with the sniper and risk shooting Olivia.

"Not to be shot up in a blaze of gunfire, 3 million dollars, and my own jet." He said, seriously.

Olivia never understood how Tucker could handle hearing the insane requests, personally she felt it'd make her laugh. And risk completely ruining the negotiation.

No matter, she knew Tucker would convince him he'd have it.

"I can do that for you, Charles. But I need something from you now." He said, hearing Charles become apprehensive.

"What!?" He questioned "what could you possibly need from me?"

"I need my detective, you think you could do that for me?" He asked. This made Charles scoff. But he was silently considering it.

Olivia knew Tucker was negotiating now, just by the contemplative look on Fontaine's face.

"If I let her leave, you'll get me what I asked for?" He asked, unsure.

Tucker's voice didn't waver a bit, as he lied through his teeth. "Absolutely, you've got my word" He stated.

"As soon as you get me what I want, I'll consider sending her down." He said, with a slight growl.

"I'll call back when I've got what you want." Tucker said, before Fontaine slammed the phone back down on it's base.

Olivia stood silently, she knew they'd already have cameras on poles hanging by her window, and they were waiting for a shot. She just had to get him, in the right place. She felt herself becoming restless.

"Don't move." He spat. But it didn't hold as much anger as the last few things he'd said to her. He was getting tired, bored, or scared. He was tapping his foot impatiently.

Either way, this was an advantage. "Is your guy really reliable!? He gonna keep his word!?" He asked.

Olivia nodded, before speaking. "Tucker's a very honest man. He'll get what you want. You just gotta give him time." She said, knowingly.

"I'm giving it 5 more minutes! Call him." He said, following her with the gun, back to the phone.

She picked it up, and dialed the number before holding it to her ear. Thank god it didn't have a speaker phone option.

"Benson! How's it going?" Tucker asked, he never sounded concerned. The man always sounded like he had his shit together. She hated him in a way, for everything he'd done to the unit. For running them through the wringer several times. But she admired him as well.

"It's okay, Sergeant. But Charles wants the money, and the plane now." She said, a tone of urgency laced her voice. And Tucker let out an almost annoyed sigh.

"You tell him I'm working my hardest, to get this done quickly." He said, waiting for her to repeat his message.

"FIVE MINUTES OR SHE'S LEAVING IN A BODY BAG!" He yelled.

Tucker's voice seemed to shrink a bit, "Olivia, I trust your instinct." He said, giving her full reign. Olivia knew this was it, Tucker hadn't actually had any of that coming. He'd use a decoy bag, and say he had a plane. But it's only a ploy to get Charles outside.

Either he sent up a decoy, or she lined him up perfectly by the window.

"Thank you sergeant." She said, confidently. "I'll let him know." She said, hanging up the phone.

"Charles, they need more time." She tried, moving a bit briskly, trying to throw him off. Make him follow her.

"Well you're fresh out of that, detective." He said, quickly.

Olivia knew she wouldn't be able to get him in front of the window, he knew that trick. But maybe she could talk him down now.

It was then, the knock on her door made Charles turn, and fire. He was surely panicky. Not a very good criminal either. He shot at the door, and Olivia tackled him from behind. She knew they'd be on the other side.

Cragen burst through the door, Running directly towards Olivia.

"Liv!" He said, checking her from top to bottom.

"I'm fine cap!" She said, as he embraced her.

And she returned the embrace, happily.

"You're very lucky he was so stupid." Cragen said, with a smirk. He just looked relieved now.

"Got that right. What idiot breaks into a cops house?" She asked. And Cragen shrugged.

"Better get ya down to Tucker, he looked like he was about to tear this building down himself." He said, leading his detective downstairs.

"Olivia!" He said, running towards her, looking ready to embrace her, but realizing where he was, he settled for a pat on the arm.

"Glad to see you're okay, Detective Benson." He said, trying to keep it professional.

But Olivia didn't care, he'd shown up, knowing everything about what had been happening at the 1-6, and the hard headed, Stickler of a Sergeant showed up to save her ass. That had to count for something, whatever it was. She threw her arms around him, and when he didn't pull away, she smiled.

Thank you so much for reading! I've fixed all the formatting issues, so I hope it makes it a bit easier to read. I had no idea, it was doing that until I reviewed the comment's section. So I hope this is better! - Also, sorry for such the Delay. With all that's going on in our world, with the virus and what not, my job needs us overtime. So, I hope everyone is staying safe, and I'll try to update again, this week sometime.