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.
"Duck tours." Marissa said.
"What tours?" Elliot asked quizzically.
"Duck tours…they're a big touristy thing around here. They're amphibious tour busses that do a land tour around the city and end with a trip down the Charles River." Marissa explained. "Where else would you dump a body?"
"Question is, Museum of Science or the Prue?" Chris said. "The start tours from both locations." Marissa thought for a minute.
"Museum of Science. It's closer to the river. If I was going to dump a body, that's where I'd do it." She threw on the lights and sirens and sped towards Cambridge.
XxXxX
Olivia had just sat through the murders of Opal Blackwood and Oksana Bozek, each one more gruesome than the next.
"You know, Lil, I'm getting a little bored with all of this. And I'm betting our viewers are too." He clicked the projector off, and walked over to Olivia.
"I can see why my brother took a shine to you. He always did have great taste." He reached out and grabbed her breast through her clothes. She flinched and pulled herself away as much as she could. He reached up and gave her another light shock with the taser.
"Now, now, honey. You're going to have to play nice. Otherwise, you could end up dead before time is up." He reached out and grabbed her again, giving her a slightly stronger shock as she pulled away.
XxXxX
Marissa, Chris, and Elliot met with a second search team at the Museum of Science. After another length search, they found an envelope near the ticket booth for the Duck Tours.
"Marissa, this one has your name one it." he said, handing it over to her. She opened it.
"'There's no place like home, Detective. Or perhaps, your second home.'" she read. Marissa stormed outside, extracted a cigarette from the box in her pocket, lit it, and drew a long drag. Chris and Elliot were quick on her heels.
"Mariss, come on, where do we go next?" Chris asked.
"I don't know." she said.
"The note said we need to look at your second home. You don't have a vacation home or anything like that, do you?" Elliot asked.
"I wish, but the only thing I can afford on a detective's salary is my cozy little apartment." she answered.
"Ok, where else do you spend all of your time? Boyfriend's house, maybe?" he pressed.
"I'm married to my job, Detective. The only places I go are home and the precinct, and neither one of those makes any sense." she answered.
"Ok, what about a childhood home, then?" Elliot suggested. Marissa looked at Chris, her eyes pleading with him.
"Marissa's father killed her mother when she was 4 years old in cold blood. He's doing life without parole. She spent the rest of her childhood in and out of foster homes and group homes." he answered.
"This is a dead end." she said, all emotion drained from her voice. "We should go back to the House and see if the forensics can lead us anywhere." She started to walk back towards the car, but Elliot grabbed her arm and spun her towards him.
"There is no forensic evidence, and you know it. Now, my partner is out there, being tortured with less than 13 hours to live, but you have to get out of your own head enough to tell us where to go next." he said, practically yelling at her.
"Get your hands off me." she spat back, jerking her arm away from him. Chris rushed over and pulled his partner aside, out of Elliot's earshot. He started to follow them, but he realized that if the roles were reversed, if Marissa was missing in New York and the killer led Olivia down a painful, personal trail, she would spill to him, away from Chris.
"Marissa, let's just think about this. Other than the House, where do we spend the rest of our time?" he asked her.
"Tossing apartments, interviewing witnesses…all over the city." she answered.
"Witnesses…a hospital, maybe?" he said.
"Possibly, but which one? There are 5 within minutes of our precinct alone, and we've been to all of them." she said.
"Is there any one that has a personal connection to you?" he replied.
"Oh my God…Brigham and Women's." she said. Chris motioned for Elliot to join them.
"Brigham and Women's Hospital. I'm sure of it." she said.
"How can you be so sure?" Elliot asked.
"When I was 18, the system cut me loose. I had saved up some money, got a scholarship, and went to college to study management. During my freshman year, I started dating this guy. He treated me like a princess, at first. No one had ever doted on me like that before. But then he started hitting me. He'd slap me, then apologize, shower me with attention and gifts and promise never to do it again." she said.
"But then he did." Elliot filled in.
"Yeah. He escalated over the next 3 years. During my junior year, I spent more nights in that hospital than in my dorm room. There was an SVU detective who interviewed me every time I was brought into that hospital. She waited for me to be ready to admit the abuse was happening, but I just kept going back. On one particularly bad night, I woke up, and there she was, holding my hand. She pressed me harder than she ever had before, telling me that if I didn't stop him, the next time she visited would most likely be in the morgue. She held my hand through the whole court process, visited me in the hospital, even took me to my first counseling appointment. After that, I changed my major to criminal justice, and became a sex crimes cop. And I never regretted that decision." She dropped the cigarette on the pavement and stomped on it. "Let's go." she said, pulling out her keys and heading towards the car.
XxXxX
13 hours after Olivia's abduction, Adam Harris cut the duct tape from Olivia's limbs. She wanted to fight back. She commanded her arms to swing, her legs to kick, to lash out in any way she could, but being forced into one position for so long left her limbs heavy and painful. She could barely move at all, let alone fight.
"Stand up." he told her. She refused. "I said, stand up!" He pulled her roughly from the chair. Her legs crumpled underneath her, and she fell hard against the cement floor. "You're pathetic." he seethed. Her drew his foot back and gave her a sharp kick, directly to her stomach. "Now, are you ready to do what you're told?" She stayed silent. "Fine. Have it your way." He grabbed her by the arms and dragged her over to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. Forcing her arms over her head, he secured her so her feet were barely scraping the floor. As her weight shifted to her wrists, she felt a pop in her left shoulder, following by a rip of pain shooting up her arm and down her left side. She couldn't help but yelp in pain.
XxXxX
"Captain, he's escalating." Ike said, turning away from the monitor for a second. Captain Florres walked over to see what was on the screen. Adam Harris was physically torturing Olivia now, instead of simply playing mind games with her.
"Any word from Haggerty, Maloney, and Stabler?" he asked.
"They're headed towards Brigham and Women's, trying to find the next clue. Captain, I don't know. What if this trail of clues is so long there's no way they'll make it in time?" Ike asked.
"We have nothing else to go on, but I don't want to ship her back to New York in a body bag. Have you found anything on the video that could tell us where she is?"
"No, it could be a basement or a factory, but there are hundreds in the city. No way we could search every one of them." Ike answered.
"Ok, keep watching. See if you can pick up anything. Pay careful attention to Olivia. If she knows where she is, she'll try to tell us." Captain Florres said.
"Captain, I've lived here my entire life, and I still get lost. Olivia's from Manhattan; how is she going to know where she is?" Ronald said from his desk.
"It's the best hope we have for now." the Captain said grimly.
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