"I think it's time. We've made a lot of progress. We've processed a lot of feelings about these events." Elliot and Olivia looked unsurely at each other. "Let's talk about what happened. Between you two." Elliot swallowed, his throat dry. Olivia shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Are you ready?" Elliot asked, his eyes staring through the wall. She sighed.

"Yeah. I guess so."

"But you were there when your partner went to his cell and PROMISED him you would have him exonerated for your mistake?" He was yelling now, making Olivia's head buzz.

"This was my mistake-" Elliot tried, but he wouldn't listen.

"You know what he did after you told him he was getting out? He hung himself with his bed sheets. It took him four days to die in a prison infirmary." He stared at Elliot, seething.

"Simon. I'm sorry." It was then he remembered his train of thought, unbuckling his pants again.

"Not as sorry as you're about to be." Olivia screamed as Simon rolled her over, his hands reaching for her pants.

"Simon, don't-" And he actually froze. His mind thought of something, maybe even worse. He revealed the gun he'd stolen from Elliot and pointed it at him.

"I'm gonna release you." Silence hung around them.

"What?" Elliot breathed.

"And this gun will be on her the entire time. So if you try anything, anything at all, I'll blow her brains all over this unit. Don't think I won't." Elliot shut his eyes, muttering a prayer. Olivia moaned in protest but nobody paid her any mind. Slowly, Simon moved behind Elliot and began jingling the chains wrapped tightly around him.

Elliot sighed as the chains dropped, terrified of what was about to happen. Simon sneered at him. "That's a good boy." Elliot winced. He shoved him forward. "Take your pants off." Both he and Olivia's eyes went saucer wide.

"No-"

"NOW." They both flinched at Simon's voice, his gun clanking in his hand. "Or else." He moved quickly over to Olivia, who screamed. He yanked the gag out of her mouth and she began yelling as he shoved his gun in her mouth.

"Simon!"

"I told you, I'm fucking serious! I'll chip her got damn teeth if you don't strip. Now." Olivia cried, choking hard on her own spit and snot, making Elliot want to just break down and cry. As if someone else controlled his body he hesitantly started to unbuckle his belt. Simon began cackling.

"I can't..." Elliot began.

"It is either you. Or me. And I've been preparing for this day with all sorts of strange." Olivia whimpered in protest. "The way I see it..." Simon continued. "The only way to make sure to make sure what happened to my brother doesn't happen to anyone else is to make you not wan't to be a sex crimes detective." Elliot hung his head.

"Do whatever to me, leave her-"

"You are her. You're gonna feel what I felt, watching my brother drown on account of your mistakes. Now she's paying for them too. Drop your pants." He raised the gun for effect, causing Olivia to flinch. Growling out of frustration, Elliot complied. He felt like he was about to be sick.

"Now, over there. Now!" Elliot flinched, moving disjointedly closer to Olivia. His body was trembling. He'd never felt the emotions he was feeling right now before.

"Elliot," Olivia gasped. "It's okay. Do what you have to do-"

"Olivia..." Elliot looked down at her broken form. She needed a doctor. Bad. He couldn't imagine touching her, not in this way.

"It's okay, El. I'll be fine." She tried to smile but she didn't fool her partner.

"No you won't." He answered quietly, his voice cracking.

"Lose your underwear, Stabler. We haven't got all day." He blinked, tears squeezing past blue eyes.

"Olivia."

"Olivia." It was like all the air was sucked back into the room. Elliot was standing, sweating. And Olivia was by his side.

"El. I'm right here." She said, an anxious looks in her eyes. Elliot looked around. He wasn't trapped in the storage unit. He was beside Olivia in Dr. Huang's office.

"Elliot. Are you okay?" George asked softly. Elliot flinched a little as Olivia touched his arm, soon leaning into her touch.

"Yeah..." He said after a deep breath. "Yeah." George nodded, and Olivia gently guided Elliot back down to the couch.

"Maybe this will end up being a good stopping point for today, we made a lot of progress." He smiled tiredly, it wasn't necessarily easy shrinking his friends and colleagues. Especially after such a trauma heavy event. He felt like he needed a good therapy session himself after.

"No, no. I can keep going, I just..." He trailed off, still breathing shallowly.

"El." It was Olivia's voice that made him feel like he could breathe again. "We covered a lot today, why don't we take a break here." Her voice was soft, reasonable. How he remembered it. He nodded.

"Okay, fine. Let me take you home."