He heard a groan and knew it was his Olivia. It broke his heart. He quickly called for the Tree Hill police with his cell as loud music drowned him out in the warehouse.
Olivia stirred when she heard loud music around her. She opened her eyes and saw Dan smirking at her with a gun in hand. She tasted the blood that came from the gash he made when he abducted her. She didn't know where she was. She didn't feel strong.
She was tied up with a knife in her thigh. She was losing blood fast. "Dan?" she asked groaning from the pain coming from both her thigh and her head. She knew she probably had a concussion, but needed to stay focused. "Dan, why am I here?"
"Ah, Miss Benson? Are you happy to see me?" He said with a sick smile.
"Answer me," she said angrily.
He smirked and moved to her and whispered, "You are sassy." He plunged the knife in deeper and twisted it. "I don't like beligerent."
She groaned loudly and she whipped her head away from his face so he didn't see her weaken. She was on the verge of consciousness and was afraid for the upcoming moments.
"Olivia," he said twisting her head. She wouldn't meet his eyes so he decided to play an emotional card. "Liv?"
She stared at him with fury in her eyes and spit at him. "Don't you dare call me that! No one calls me that---"
"But Elliot!" He said twisting the knife deeper.
She groaned and he twisted her head and looked at her with lust. "You are so beautiful," he said before pressing his lips to hers roughly. She was protesting, but he pushed her farther. He tried to move his tongue inside, but she bit it hard. "You bitch!" he yelled slapping her hard.
Before she slipped out of consciousness, she saw Elliot's eyes in the darkness of the hall.
Elliot wanted to attack Dan with every fiber of his being and kill him. He wanted to thrash him raw. Only two factors stopped him in this moment. His family, which included Brooke, and his Olivia. His heart beat for them. Now both factors were effected and that happened because of one man... this man. He had to pay.
Dan was staring at the unconscious beauty in his midst but froze when he heard someone cock the hammer of a gun. He smirked in realization and spoke while tightening hold on his own weapon. "You know, Detective, it is not wise to hide in the darkness. You can't react quick enough to the light." With that he whipped around and took a shot. It missed Elliot by a yard as Elliot rolled to the light. He stood quickly and controlled his gun as Dan did the same. One of them wouldn't come out alive and Elliot knew he would be the man on top.
"What's the matter, Dan?" Elliot said looking at him square in the eye. "You can't shoot me?"
"That's not it, Stabler," he said with a smirk. "I want you to beg for my mercy," he said moving to Olivia and licking the side of her face.
Elliot cringed and wanted to fire his gun but Olivia was too close. "Back away from her," he said lowly. "Do it, you bastard!"
"Why, Elliot? Where are your manners?" Dan said sickly as he removed the knife from Olivia's leg and pierced it again, this time shoving the knife down at an angle.
Olivia screamed awake and Elliot shouted, "No! Not Olivia! Stop it!"
"Or what? You'll kill me?" Dan asked arrogantly.
"Damn straight," Elliot said firing his gun at the entertainment system, making it shoot off sparks and damaging the electrical power of the entire warehouse. It was darkness at its finest. Their eyes stayed glued to one another.
"It's over, Dan. Give up and you might get off death row. We all know you killed Peyton Sawyer. I want to know why. Why did Peyton Sawyer's life matter?"
"It didn't," Dan said sickly. "It kept you here. Killing your niece's best friend ensured your residence for a while. I wanted to torture you like you tortured me."
"Dan, what the hell are you talking about?"
"I KNOW YOU SLEPT WITH KAREN!" he shouted.
"No, I swear to you, Dan. I never slept with Karen." Elliot said. Yes, at one time long ago, he did want to sleep with Karen. But that was high school and before he even met Kathy. They couldn't have ever slept together.
"You liar!" Dan yelled as he fired the gun. It hit Elliot in the arm, but it wasn't his shooting arm. Though it hurt like hell, he couldn't let Dan sense weakness.
"It's over Dan. Please let Olivia go."
"How was it, Elliot? How was it doing the bitch? I bet she cried for you. Did she Elliot? Did she say she loved you? That you were her only one? Or was she using you for an easy ---"
Before he could finish, he felt a jab at the back of his calves and he fell forward. By instinct, Elliot fired his gun and the bullet hit Dan square in the head. Dan Scott, murder and rapist was dead.
Elliot sighed and ran to Olivia's side. "Liv..." She was barely concious and he took off his shirt and pressed it against her wound. "I NEED SOME HELP," he yelled as he cried for paramedics. "It will be okay, baby. Liv, just stay with me."
"Brooke?" she moaned.
"I don't know baby, but she's part Stabler. She's a fighter. Im not worried. Just rest baby."
"El, he---"
"What baby?" he asked.
"You don't believe him do you?"
"What do you mean, Liv?" He asked pressing into her wounds in hopes of locking in some blood.
"Elliot, I love you," she whispered feeling her body go weak.
"No, Liv, baby I love you with all my heart. Please stay with me, baby. Stay with me."
As the paramedics entered the room, Elliot and Olivia shared an ambulence together. As Elliot gripped Olivia's limp hand with his remaining strong arm, he saw Dan Scott's body bagged. Good he thought to himself. "Liv, baby, stay with me, I love you..."
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Nathan sat waiting for news about Brooke or even Elliot. He saw Elliot and Olivia brought in on stretchers and knew that Brooke's heart would break if anything happened to her Uncle Elliot. He looked down at the bag he brought from Brooke's house and was still marvelled at the amount of mail she received. He was even more surprised to find a letter from NYU in her box. Is she going to leave me? he asked himself. Will I let her?
Brooke had been in doctors' care for over six hours. He needed some answers. Just then, a doctor came out and asked, "Is there an Elliot Stabler available?"
"Im sorry," Nathan said standing up, "He's in ER, but he gave me permission to discuss Brooke Davis's condition." Yes, he knew he was conjuring up a huge lie, but he needed to know about Brooke. "Is she okay?"
"She suffered from a lot of blood loss. After the removal of the bullet and once we began to see the reconstruction process for her skin cells begin, we sewed her up she's still very knocked out. She should come out of this state within a matter of moments, so feel free to sit with you if you would wish."
"Thank you, doctor," Nathan said shaking his hand.
Lucas stood up and moved over to Nathan. "Go check on her man. I still want to see her, but I'll wait until the morning."
"Thanks Luke," Nathan said hugging him. "Thank you."
"Any thing for you, bro. And Brooke Davis will always be a part of me, even if Im not a part of her," he said sadly.
Whitey watched this confrontation and smiled sadly yet admirably at the young men. One day had ridded them both of their remaining innocence. Lucas turned to him and Whitey smiled, "You will be a good man, Lucas Scott."
Lucas smiled sadly and made his way out of the hospital with the forbidden love for Brooke burning in his heart.
Deb, Karen and Whitey all excused themselves from the hospital so Nathan could be with Brooke. He moved over to her side of the bed and said sadly, "Im sorry Brooke. Im sorry I didn't save you. I love you, Brooke."
"You too," a moan said squeezing his hand to the point of it feeling like air.
"Brooke," he said pressing his lips onto hers. "I love you. Im so sorry. I love you."
"Nate, don't apologize. I love you too," she said kissing him again softly. She then felt a part of her that was missing. "Nate, where is Uncle Elliot?"
Nathan swallowed and feared telling her the truth, but knew she needed to know. "Brooke, Olivia was kidnapped by my father. Elliot went to save her and your uncle was shot. Im sorry, they both are in ICU."
"No I am right here," Elliot said standing in the doorway.
Nathan jumped from his seat, but Brooke only flashed him an exhausted smile. "Uncle," she said motioning him next to her.
He sat beside her and tears gathered in her eyes as she saw the large bandage over his recent wound. She cried into his arms and he held her close. "Shh... Shh B," he whispered as he kissed her hair. "I love you, Brooke Penelope Davis. Im here, you are here. Shush..."
The tears began to subside and she looked up at her Uncle and his broken eyes. "Uncle, where is Olivia?"
He sighed and looked back at his niece with a fresh wall of tears masking his blue eyes. "Brooke, Dan hurt her very badly. She was rushed into surgery. She's in recovery, but she has lost a lot of blood. Im very scared."
"You saved her," Brooke said kissing his cheek. "You saved her. That is all that matters."
"What if---"
"Uncle, whenever I start sentences with What if I get scolded by you, so now it is my turn. You cannot turn back time. We can only pray for the beautiful Olivia Benson."
"Sir?" A nurse said looking at Elliot.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Benson is awake and asking for you."
Elliot flashed her a smile and kissed Brooke's forehead. "I'll be back."
"Not too soon, I hope," she said with a smirk. He reflected her smirk and she smiled brightly at him saying, "I love you, Uncle Elliot."
"I love you too, B," Elliot said moving to Olivia's side.
Brooke stared at her boyfriend and clasped her hand into his. "Hey playboy, you've been quiet. What's going on with you?"
He turned to her and met her with his own wet eyes. "Brooke, why didn't you tell me you applied to NYU?"
"Its always been a dream, Nate. Nothing more." Brooke said squeezing his hand. "I want to be with you now. I want to have a future with you."
"What if our future is in New York City?" he asked kissing her fingers.
"You would really go with my to NYC?" she asked astonished.
"Brooke, I won't lose you. Today showed me that you aren't invincible. I can't not see you in my future," he said with his voice filled with emotion.
"I love you, Nate,"she said kissing him softly. "But I must ask. Why did you bringing up NYU today of all days?"
"I went to get you your mail from your house and you had revieved information from NYU."
"Wow," she said with a heavy sigh.
"Want to see it?" he said handing her an envelope.
She nodded and quickly opened the envelope and studied its contents. She gasped loudly and squeezed Nathan's hand tight.
"Brooke?"
"Nate, I got in," she said in a mere whisper.