Valentine Disaster

Chapter 3: Reality

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to SVU101 because her threats are freaking hilarious. I love how she totally gets into my stories and is probably the only person who thinks that I actually have it in me to kill Elliot and/or Olivia. This chapter is for you girl

"Oh my God," Olivia gasped as she saw the parents of the two small children, clutching the now lifeless body of their daughter. She turned to the leader with fury in her eyes "You're a heartless monster."

"Thank you," the leader smiled at her. He took great pleasure in this.

Jack had been stunned as well by the absolute shock of seeing a little girl being shot point blank in the head and he dropped his gun to the floor, giving Olivia the opportunity to push him away. She stepped forward, toe to toe with the leader, to infuriated to think of little else than her pure hatred for this unfeeling bastard.

"Olivia don't," Elliot whispered from behind her as he stepped forward in an effort to reach her.

"You," Olivia hissed. She drew back her fist and prepared to strike.

"Don't mess with me bitch," the leader told her as he shoved her back.

She stumbled back into Elliot and they both fell against the wall. Elliot looked down at his wife "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she whispered back. She looked up at the leader "You know there's no way you're getting out of here alive."

"You know," the leader's stance was almost relaxed. He was smiling "You're right," he raised his gun and shot the mother of the little girl, then the father and then the little boy "So I guess I'll just have to take all of you with me."

Olivia and Elliot watched in horror as the remaining restaurant employees were executed, then the two teenaged boys. Olivia grabbed Elliot's hand and held it tight "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be," he whispered back "None of this is your fault." He kissed her tenderly "I love you."

The inside of the café was a virtual blood bath. The leader turned to Jack and Ian "I don't need either of you anymore," he told them before he shot them.

Olivia saw the looks on Jack and Ian's faces as they went down. Neither of the two men had fired a shot. They had simply followed orders and as they fell, neither looked surprised that they had been betrayed by their leader.

The leader turned to Elliot and Olivia "Now that deal we had," he smiled at Olivia as he raised his gun to Elliot's forehead "It's off." He fired.

Elliot's blood sprayed all over Olivia "No," she whispered as she held her husband's limp body in her arms "I love you too." She bent and her lips pressed against his one last time as her tears mixed with his blood.

She felt herself being hauled to her feet "It's just you and me girly," the leader whispered in her ear.

Olivia felt the baby kicking inside her and knew she had to fight "Let me go!" she screamed.

"Fine," he hissed as he pushed her to the floor.

Olivia stared up at him and suddenly, he wasn't holding a gun, he was holding a knife. And he wasn't just the nondescript leader who had held the café hostage and murdered her husband; she was staring up at JJ. "No," she whispered. What she was seeing was impossible. JJ was in jail. "No," she whispered again.

"Oh yes Olivia," JJ smiled as he lifted up her shirt.

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Elliot Stabler was probably more overprotective as a husband than he had ever been as a partner. As he stood in the kitchen, stirring the pasta sauce on the stove, he hoped that Olivia wouldn't notice that he had left the baby monitor on his nightstand while she took her nap.

When they had gotten home in order to change for going out, Olivia had been so exhausted that she had told Elliot that she needed to lie down for a few minutes. She had fallen asleep the second her head hit the pillow.

Elliot had done a lot of thinking during the first hour of Olivia's nap. It really wasn't fair to ask her to go out on Valentines Day when she was pregnant and already running herself ragged at work. He had called Kathleen to pick some things up for him at the store and she had arrived only an hour and a half ago.

As he stood there in the kitchen, pondering what a selfish bastard he had been, he heard muffled sobs coming over the monitor that sat on the counter. He moved quickly up the stairs to the master bedroom. He opened the door and saw Olivia, tossing and turning on the bed "Please don't," she was pleading with someone.

Elliot climbed on the bed beside her "Liv," he whispered gently. "Olivia," he called again. "Sweetheart, wake up," he shook her gently.

Olivia's eyes popped open, wide and terrified. Her glance darted quickly around the room. Finally, she recognized her surroundings. She saw Elliot and wrapped her hands around him tightly "Oh my God," she whispered as she continued to cry.

"It's okay," he soothed as he ran a hand through her hair while with his other arm, he held her as close as possible. "You were just having a bad dream."

Olivia took a few deep breaths, bad dream was an understatement. Her tears finally slowed "Can we just stay home tonight?" she asked.

Elliot brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her lips softly "Way ahead of you," he smiled softly "I'm sorry I was so stubborn about wanting to go out tonight."

"Don't be," she whispered "I'm just glad you're hear."

Elliot kissed her again "Dinner's almost ready," he told her as he got off the bed and started to walk out of the room. "I'll see you downstairs."

Olivia nodded "Yeah, just give me a few minutes." She got off the bed and went into the bathroom. She pulled down her maternity jeans and cocked her right leg out to the side. It was impossible to see it because of her ever growing belly but she knew it was still there. With her fingers, she traced the letters. He was in jail. He was in jail for life. Still, she couldn't get that image out of her mind, the look on his face when he cut her baby out of her stomach.

She pulled her jeans up again and stepped out of the bathroom, trying to shake the nightmare from her mind. It was Valentines Day. She was going to have a nice relaxing evening at home with her husband. Her husband who, thankfully, had not been shot at point blank range by a nondescript man who had decided to hold up a small café and ruthlessly murder several innocent people.

"Liv," She heard Elliot calling up the stairs and knew that she had been standing in the doorway of the bathroom far too long. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," she answered. "I'll be right there," she walked slowly out of the bedroom and down the stairs where Elliot waited for her.

A/N: Okay people, please don't kill me. There is one chapter left of this story. Once again I must repeat, please don't kill me for my evil little stunt.

PS: Happy late birthday to Mariska Hargitay. I wanted to get this chapter up on the 23rd for some reason LOL but well now it's my Uncle David's birthday instead. I love people who are born in January. Oh and I love the rest of you too LOL that was a nice save on my part wasn't it?