Sealed

Disclaimer: I own nothing; Dick Wolf owns everything

Rating: M

Summary: I hate writing anything not cannon, but I just couldn't pass this up. A/U, Elliot never reconciled with Kathy. They have an amicable relationship, but his eye is on Olivia. Post Undercover, circa PTSD. Olivia finally comes clean about what happened in the basement, but she's having trouble with romantic relationships.

WARNING: The rating of this story is M for explicit sexual content. If this bothers you, or if you are underage, please discontinue reading.

Olivia paused outside of the interview room to talk to Kim Greylek. Looking through the two-way mirror, she saw Adam Harris sitting with his attorney, Trevor Langen, and Munch.

"What, you couldn't wait for me?" she asked Greylek.

"We're just covering all of our bases. You were clearly identified as a target, so it's better if you don't handle the interrogation yourself. Don't worry, Olivia, we have the murder weapon, with his DNA all over it, plus everything you found in the guy's house. Whether he confesses or not, he's going away for murder one." Greylek said.

Munch opened the door and came back out.

"He's not giving anything up. Langen's got him on a very short lease, and he's smart enough to actually listen to his mouthpiece."

"We don't need a confession with all of the evidence we have. Book him and take him to the Tombs." Greylek said.

XxXxX

"What the hell was that all about in the gym?" Elliot asked Fin as he was putting his gym clothes back into his locker.

"What?" Fin answered.

"Well, you know, I walk into the gym to find you egging Liv on as she's going after a punching bag with a picture of Harris taped to it. What were you trying to do to her?" Elliot said.

"Look, man, she's got a lotta anger towards that guy. This whole case, with Harris' brother, has her really wound up. She needs to release her anger towards him somehow. I was just helping her do that." Fin explained.

"Oh, so you were helping her with her inner most demons. You know her that well." he said angrily. "That's fucking bullshit." he said quietly towards his locker.

"Excuse me?" Fin said angrily. "I was there in that prison. I know exactly what she went through."

"You were supposed to protect her, and you didn't! You let her get attacked!" Elliot yelled, taking a step towards Fin.

"Hey, man, I didn't let her get attacked. I got there as quickly as I could. You have no idea how it went down." Fin replied, raising his voice just as much as Elliot was.

"We all trusted you to keep Liv safe, and you screwed up. She wouldn't need 'help' if you had done your job." Fin took a swing at Elliot in response to that comment, landing a punch squarely on his jaw. Elliot swung back, and the fight escalated into a full-blown brawl in no time. Olivia walked into the locker room and threw herself in between them.

"Hey, hey! Break it up!" Elliot took one last swing at Fin, nearly landing his blow on Olivia's face. She ducked just in time to miss the swing. "Dammit, Elliot, you nearly clocked me! Now, stop!" Fin had already stepped away from the fight. "Now, what the hell is this all about?" she asked.

"It was about Sealview." Fin said quietly. "Apparently, I didn't do a good enough job backing you up." With that, he stormed out of the locker room. Olivia spun towards Elliot.

"Is that true? This was all about Sealview?" she asked in disbelief. Elliot sighed.

"Yeah, it's true. It's just…forget it." he said, slamming his locker closed.

"No, I will not 'forget it.'" Olivia said. "Now, tell me what's going on."

"I should have been there with you. I could have protected you, and then maybe you wouldn't be…so…" He sat on the bench and hung his head.

"Elliot, listen to me. It wouldn't have mattered if you were there or not. You couldn't have prevented it. No one could have." she said, lowering herself onto the bench. "You need to stop blaming yourself." She paused. "Fin has been by my side since the day I went into Sealview. I couldn't have asked for a better friend, but we're just friends. I haven't asked him to help with the same problem you want to help me with, but if you can't handle this friendship, then you and I aren't going to work out." He looked at her like a wounded animal.

"Let me help you, Liv, please." he begged.

"You have helped me, but so has Fin." She rubbed her hands across her face. "Trust me, this problem is plenty big enough for you to be my knight in shining armor." She smiled and ran a hand across his face. He took her hand in both of his.

"I'm sorry, Liv. I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize to me; apologize to Fin. After you've done that, I just might let you stay with me tonight." she said coyly.

XxXxX

"Thank you, for apologizing." Olivia said, as the two of them sat facing each other on the couch.

Elliot reached over to stroke her face. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, parting her lips ever so slightly. He took that as a sign and leaned over to kiss her. Her mouth opened in response. He deepened the kiss.

"I'd do anything for you, Liv. Anything." he said, returning his lips to hers. He wanted so badly to touch the rest of her, but he knew that was out of the question. He gently picked her up and placed her in his lap to get more contact with her. His lips traced their way to the sensitive spot behind her ear, and he was rewarded by a moan from her lips. She tilted her head to give him better access.

"Tell me when to stop…" he said between kisses.

His supported her back with his left hand as his right hand started on her outer thigh and traced its way all the way up to just under her breast. She turned her body so that she was straddling him again, making her feel like she was in control of the situation. She leaned in and kissed him deeply. Running her hands over his chest, she carefully undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it back to reveal his muscled chest.

"Let's move into the bedroom." she whispered into his ear. That was all he needed to hear. He scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. He moved beside her, and she continued her exploration of his chest. She pushed him onto his back, and moved herself to straddle him. She took his hands and moved them to the buttons on her shirt, allowing him to remove the garment itself, exposing the cami underneath. He moved his hands up her arms, caressing her shoulders, and then back down her back to cup her ass. She leaned over him again, kissing him, and then moving down his chest. When she reached his waistband, she paused, noticing the full erection he had already gotten.

"Liv, you don't have to…" he said.

"Shhh…" she whispered, pulling at the button. She pushed off his pants and boxers and looked at him. He lifted his head to gauge her reaction. She had a pained, but determined expression on her face as she hesitated. Opening her mouth, she gently licked the underside of him. Elliot groaned. She took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it before taking him in as far as she could. When he hit the back of her throat, she lifted her head up and slid back down on him. Elliot was in ecstasy. He looked up and her brown hair over him, with her lips around him, a sight he had wanted to see for years. He reached over and brushed her hair away from his face. He wanted to grab her head with both hands and ram himself in until he came, but he wouldn't do that, not to her. She continued to suck on him, eliciting more groans.

"That's it baby…keep going." She gave him a few more strokes with her mouth before opening her eyes. In front of her, was a mole. She blinked a few times, and it disappeared. She lifted her head, turning her attention toward Elliot's face. She lifted the cami from her body and invited him to touch her. Reaching around, she popped the clasp of her bra and tossed it aside. He kissed his way over her torso before rolling her onto her back. He slid over and took a breast into his mouth while his hand found the other.

Her face was against the cement wall. She could feel Harris behind her, grinding into her, his erection pressed against her. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she was screaming…

"Elliot, Elliot! Stop, oh God, stop…" She was crying. Her body heaved with every breath. He sat her up and pulled a blanket around her shoulders to cover her up.

"Shhh...shhh…it's ok. It's ok, Liv." He pulled a tissue from the box next to her bed and handed it to her. He placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest. She continued to sob.

"No, it's not ok. I can't do this." she said between sobs.

"And you don't have to. Liv, if this is as far as we ever get, it's ok. I can live with that."

"But I can't." she said quietly.

"Honey, don't say that…"

"You have no idea how badly I want to be able to do this. I want him out of my head." She brought her hands to her face and a fresh wave of tears hit. Elliot just held her to him, placing his chin on her head. He wanted to kill Harris, for so many reasons, but seeing Olivia like this, and knowing he was the cause, was the number one reason at the moment. When her sobs had subsided, he walked over to her dresser and extracted a set of pajamas. Laying them on the bed next to her, her turned and went into the bathroom. Using his own hand, he finished what Olivia had started, images of her writhing underneath him in his head. He came into a tissue, tossed it into the garbage can, and pulled on a clean pair of sweatpants. He returned to the bedroom to find her in her pajamas, curled into a ball.

"Liv, come on, it's ok. Here, take this." he said, offering her one of the sedatives from the bottle on her nightstand. She obediently took it, and the glass of water, and swallowed it. Her body was trembling as he moved to the other side of the bed and pulled her close to him.

"He's not here, Liv. He can't hurt you. He can't ever hurt you again." He stroked her hair, listening to the hurt noises she was making, each one breaking his heart a little more. "Shhh, honey, sleep…everything's going to be ok. You'll see." The trembling stopped and her body went slack in his arms. Listening to her, he knew she was asleep, even though she was still wearing a pained expression on her face. Turning off the light, he pulled her closer to him, and lay awake, praying the someday soon, God would heal her.

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