Hey!!! Really sorry bout the long wait for an update. What's it been like 3 months? So, first, I went from public to Cyber School. Then, I had severe asthma, and last but not least I'm recovering from meningitis. On top of all that though, I'm 14 and my ability to sit and write without being distracted…minimal at best. LOL! Anyway…I'm healthier then ever, and ready to continue.

Anyways. I lied in the last chapter because this is actually gonna be the last sad chapter before things start to look up. I promise though they do get better. MUCH BETTER with all the EO goodness ;)

Disclaimer: still not mine, but I'm optimistic. :D

Elliot and the guys…

Elliot wasted no time heading towards the basement. Sure he was scared as hell, but Olivia needed him. He opened the door and immediately noticed the lack of light. Pitch black. He sure as hell couldn't help Olivia if he broke his neck falling down the stairs so he felt around for a light switch. The guys right behind him the whole time.

He found the switch and almost fell down the stairs when he did. All along the staircase were pictures, pictures of women sleeping, or more like unconscious. They were covered in blood. There had to have been at least a hundred pictures. Each woman looked different. They slowly made there way down the staircase, unable to go any faster for fear of falling. There, at the bottom of the staircase, was a picture of Olivia. Just as the rest she was covered in blood and unconscious. That was all Elliot needed to jump the last three stairs and run towards the large steel door he saw ahead of him.

He took one more deep breath before pushing the door open and praying that what he saw didn't destroy him. It was dark, and he could smell blood. Panic overtook him and he couldn't compose himself enough to find the switch. Frantically moving his hands along the wall he started to shake from the overwhelming feeling in the pit of his stomach. Finally, Cragen put his hand on his shoulder and stopped him. Munch took over and found the switch within seconds.

At first they didn't see Olivia and almost thought she wasn't there, but then they heard it, a sound that tore all of their hearts in two. They heard a small, frightened whimper. Elliot put his hand up to stop the guys from following, not wanting to scare her any more. He slowly made his way into what he assumed was a bathroom. Olivia was sitting on the floor curled up in a ball, shaking so hard he almost thought she was convulsing. She didn't look up at him, but instead kept her face firmly pressed into her knees. He turned and nodded towards the guys and then made a signal telling them to go. They didn't take it personally because they knew that the less people there were, the easier it was for a victim to come around. They turned and quietly made their way upstairs to assist the other officers.

Olivia…

She had heard the sounds on the stairs and knew he was coming back. She also knew what a gunshot sounded like and that she had heard one earlier. She just assumed that he had killed someone and was now coming to do the same to her. She ran into the bathroom and curled up in the corner, escaping into her mind.

Maybe if I just pretend he's not here, he won't be. If this is going to happen I just hope he doesn't rape me again, at least not until I'm dead. This is it. I did the best I could in life, and now it's over. Oh God he's coming! I just need one more minute with Elliot before I go. I have to tell him that I love him. Too late.

She heard him walk into the bathroom and slowly drifted away in her mind. She went right back to the rape, as so many victims do when they're around their rapist.

Flashback:

He's on top of her, taking her clothes off before pulling his pants down. Then she's crying and he's staring at her. She screams as he pushes into her.

"Please stop! Stop! NO! Stop it! It hurts so badly! Don't touch me! Please? " She's screaming it in her head, but her mouth doesn't move. Why isn't she saying it out loud? She doesn't want this so why can't she scream.

It's over in what seems like forever, but had only been about five minutes in reality. He's pulling out, but she can still feel him inside her. She's crying and pulls her knees up to her chest. He's throwing the clothes at her.

"Get dressed! Hurry up. It's time for you to go."

Then, he's gone. She's still crying while pulling the clothes back on. It hurts so badly between her legs that she's barely able to get the pants back on.

Elliot…

He had been trying to get her to look up and see that it was him but he was failing.

"Liv. It's me Elliot. Liv it's El, you're safe. I'm not going to hurt you; no one's going to hurt you. He's gone, and he isn't coming back."

"Please stop! Stop! NO! Stop it! It hurts so badly! Don't touch me! Please?" Liv was screaming, lost in her mind.

Elliot couldn't stand to hear her say that. He had figured she's been raped, and this just confirmed it. A few tears ran down his face as he watched her helplessly. She needed to get to the hospital based on the visible injuries. She could have internal bleeding. All of the angry bruises covering her body, in addition to the sobbing and begging she was doing was killing him. He knew that if that son of a bitch McNeil hadn't beaten him to the punch, he would have killed him. He didn't give a damn how sorry that SOB was, he would have beat him to hell and back for what he did to Liv. It was too late for that though; he needed to focus on Liv.

He knew this wasn't proper protocol when dealing with a rape victim, but he had to snap her out of it. He reached out, expecting the struggle that came next. He grabbed her carefully so as not to cause her any more pain and pulled her into his arms. She kicked and sobbed and pulled on his shirt. Her nails dug into his chest painfully as she struggled to get away from him, still in a trance. He bit his lip from the pain, but made no movement and remained silent the whole time. He felt horrible for taking her power away again, but it was the only way to save her from her own demons. Tears were pouring down his face just thinking about how terrified she must be, thinking that he is McNeil. Several minutes went by before her movements slowed and then stopped. She carefully lifted up her head and looked at him for the first time.

"E-e-l-l-l-i-o-t-t. El. Oh god. I'm sorry, I thought it was him." She held onto him tightly before laying her head on his chest, letting the last few stray tears soak into his shirt.

"No. It's okay you don't have to apologize. You're safe. I'm never gonna let anybody hurt you again. I'm so sorry Liv. I'm so sorry." He let out his last few tears too before gently lifting her from the floor and carrying her out to the ambulance. He knew she was in pain and he was dying inside because of it, but he couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. At least she was alive.

Okay so the next chapter is going to deal with her in the hospital, and then what happens when she gets out. Don't worry, I'm gonna get to the good stuff. ;)