I own no one but my own people
Brian couldn't help but smile as he made his way up the four flights of steps, several shopping bags in his hands. He was going to make Olivia her favorite dinner, they were gonna cuddle on the couch together, and then, after dessert, he was going to ask her the question he had prepared himself to ask for the last two days.
Not to marry him. He already knew what kind of response that was going to get him. But he had to prove to her that he had no plans on leaving her and he was there for good until she ordered him away.
So he decided he was going to ask her to move in. A big step but not THE big step but big enough to try to prove to her he was serious when he said he had no intentions on hurting her. He loved her too much to hurt her, even if he wasn't allowed to say it to her.
When he stopped in front of her apartment he unlocked it using the key Olivia had given him. He made sure to lock the door behind him afterwards walking over to the kitchen island and began putting the groceries away. It was still early and the only thing he knew how to make that actually tasted edible and without having to pray it wouldn't burn to a crisp only to find his prayers were laughed at and ignored was cheese burgers and fries but tonight he would make his girl the best Cheeseburger and plate of fries she had ever tasted.
Olivia had had an incredibly rough week with their fights along with the case that had left her at the precinct for nearly twenty out of twenty four hours a day, that had visibly left her disgusted and drained. She deserved to be pampered by her man, even if he wasn't the best pamperer, he was gonna try his damnedest for her.
After he put the food away, Brian started a sink full of hot soapy water and not only washed, dried, and put away the few dirty dishes she had left over from the quick meals she had that week, but he had wiped down the counter and ran a broom and mop across the small amount of tile in her kitchen/dining area.
Afterwards he ran a vacuum through her living room and bedroom and straightened out various aspects of her apartment until Olivia considered it 'good' not by his standard which was as long as there was no cockroaches and rats running rampant in the apartment it was perfectly fine, but by Olivia, a self proclaimed clean freak, herself who had actually turned one of their date nights into cleaning his apartment and told him if she ever came over again and it looked like that, she'd hold out sex on him until he cleaned it.
His apartment hadn't seen a speck of dirt since.
Brian smiled at his work as he looked around her apartment. He went back out to the living room and grabbed some more supplies. Back when he was undercover he discovered he had a fragrance allergy that unfortunately included the huge multitude of scented candles Olivia had lying around her apartment. Once he had tried to survive the smell of the warm vanilla she loved so much but when after ten minutes he had the biggest migraine he had in his life, they both agreed no more scented candles.
But Brian wanted to make this night relaxing with her. So since he couldn't go into a candle shop without falling to the floor in pain, he opted for some Halloween Candles shaped like long white ghosts that emitted no scent for hopefully the same effect.
He put them in the tiny glass holders he bought and put them on the stands where she would normally light her own candles. Brian stood back and admired the soft glow and smiled. He had done alright in his opinion...
Brian went back to his bag where he pulled out a CD of soft jazz, her favorite music she liked to play while relaxing or wanted to be romantic, when he heard it.
A soft crash from her bedroom.
Brian narrowed her eyes as he set the CD down and walked slowly to hr bedroom.
"Liv?" he called out, thinking that maybe she was sleeping and he had missed her. "Baby, is that you?"
When he received no answer he reached for his weapon and pulled it out, holding it at the low ready. "Olivia?" he called out again, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard a soft creak. Brian swallowed his fear as he stepped into her bedroom, his heart pounding against his chest.
He looked around and saw that her fire escape had been pried open, the lock at the top broken. The moment Brian laid eyes on it he raised his weapon. "NYPD, show yourself!" he barked, glancing around the room. "you're caught red handed, asshole!"
When no one made themselves know, Brian listened carefully again, hearing another creak from the bathroom. Brian took another deep breath before he slowly walked over to her bathroom. "She only has sleeping pills!" he informed the intruder, still slowly inching towards the closed door. "She has no drugs or any other prescription drugs here!"
Brian took a deep breath as he grabbed the bathroom door. "You broke into a cops apartment, dumb ass!" he told the intruder who he thought for sure only wanted drugs. "You aren't gonna find anything besides bullet holes here!"
Just as Brian was about to open the door, the door slammed open from the other side, making Brian stumble and nearly fall if it hadn't been for the bedside stand he grabbed onto.
Lewis stepped out with his gun aimed at Cassidy, a sadistic grin on his face, the crowbar he had used to break in held aloft in his other hand. "And don't forget some nice hot Detective pussy I'm gonna fuck," Lewis said with a chuckle.
Brian saw the gun in Lewis' hand and he immediately tried to readjust his aim but Lewis aimed it at his head. "Drop the gun or her carpet is gonna be littered with your brains," he warned, pulling the charger back for effect.
Brian swallowed hard as he lowered his weapon before he put his hands in the air. "Like I said," said Brian, his tone a complete 180 from before. "Apart from her sleeping pills there's no prescription drugs and no narcotics. She has a jewelry box and no cash."
Lewis laughed as if Brian had said something hilarious. "I don't want drugs and I don't need money. Nah. What I want in this apartment should be coming home any minute..."
His words sank in and Brian felt an indistinguishable fury rage within him. "You aren't gonna fucking touch her!" he snarled.
"I take it you're the boyfriend?"
Brian's silence answered his question. "We'll I'd invite you but threes a crowd with the sort of fucking me and her are about to do."
"You touch her and I swear to God I'll fucking kill you!" bellowed Brian, insufferable anger filling him as this lunatic talked about Olivia.
Lewis threw a sociopathic grin at a seething Brian. "And how are you gonna stop me when you're dead yourself?"
Without giving him a moment to react, Lewis swung the metal crowbar and hit Brian as hard as he could in the rib, making the cop cry out in pain and hunch over. Lewis brought it over his head and brought it down on Cassidy's as hard as he could, making him fall to the floor, writhing in agony. Again and again he hit him, the blood beginning to splatter on the carpet and bedspread.
After about ten or so hits Lewis threw the crowbar down, grinning at the blood covered Brian who was no longer moving.
"Told ya threes a crowd," Lewis said with a smirk before he grabbed Brian by the feet and dragged him into the bathroom.
He'd wait a while before he let Olivia see it. A little bit of a surprise for her when she misbehaved.
"Liv," Brian grumbled as Lewis kicked him in the side making him roll over on his back so his face which was so covered by blood it was unidentifiable. "Liv..."
"Still alive?" Lewis asked in amazement. "You got a lot more heart then I thought. Ah well. I'm sure you won't be for long, don't worry. But while you're in here in agony knowing you're gonna die, you can listen to me give your precious girlfriend the best fuck she's ever had in her life.
"Liv," Brian grumbled again. "Liv. Liv..."
Lewis grinned like a Cheshire cat when he heard her front door unlock again. "That' must be her," he told Brian with a giddy smile. "Time to start the fun!"
Lewis left Brian in the dark room on the floor, the blood seeping out of him onto the tile. "Liv," he muttered, trying his hardest to warn her about the danger but he wasn't even sure he was speaking out loud much less loud enough for her to hear her. The blood that had dripped into his eyes began to fade to darkness and the world around him began to fade away.
The last thing he heard before complete darkness consumed him was Lewis telling Olivia, in the same spine tingling tone he had spoken to Brian with, "welcome home, Detective Benson."
5 Days Earlier.
"You seem to be in a lot better mood," Amanda greeted Olivia with a smile. Olivia shrugged it off, but had a hard time keeping the grin off her face.
"I take it you and Brian made up?"
"We did."
"And?"
"And lets just say my morning I didn't need coffee to get my day going." Olivia smirked and winked at the blonde before she took the seat at her desk, ignoring the disgusted grimace by Amaro. "We get anywhere on Lewis?"
"Nope," answered Amaro with a sigh. "Still just as lost as before."
Olivia groaned and ran a hand through her hair. "Look, as bad a feeling as this guy gives us, we can't shut down the entire unit looking for information on a guy who may just be a flasher," she told the squad but mainly Rollins who bit her tongue against arguing. "The weather's getting warmer which means a lot more criminals are about to do a lot more violent stuff then flash some tourists." Olivia sorted through some of her open cases on her desk, pulling up the most recent one sans Lewis. "What do we got on the Meloni case?"
"The idiot who think he's a vampire king and bit all those hookers after he raped them?" Fin scoffed. "Psycho's still in the wind."
"Well he was born and bred in DC and lived there for most of his life before coming here," Olivia mused, "get in touch with their SVU and see if they can help. If they got anything, then talk to Cragen about getting on a plane. There's not a lot of other routes he can take from here to DC so, Rollins, I want you to start looking at similar cases along from here to DC. Amaro, stay local, I'll check upstate and see if there's any similar cases. He lived in a little town called Utica for a few months before he came here so I'll start there. We all good?"
Her fellow Detectives nodded, Amanda a little bit more hesitantly then the rest, and began doing their assigned tasks.
Olivia turned back to her own screen to see Amaro smirking at her. "What?" she asked in confusion.
"Nothing.," he told her, "it's just... why didn't you ever go for leadership here?"
Olivia shrugged as she turned on her computer. "I've thought about it. I just don't know if I'm ready to sit behind a desk yet."
"I think leadership would suit you. Would you transfer out of SVU if you got your leadership role?"
"Definitely not," she told him as she logged on to her computer. "I've gotten a few offers from Homicide to take up a Lieutenant slot but I'd rather stay a Detective in SVU then advance anywhere else."
"I feel ya. So do you think the torch will go to you or Munch?"
Olivia shrugged. "I don't know. Munch has more seniority so it depends on if he wants to take the job or not. I wouldn't turn it down if Cragen offered it to me but I can wait my turn if it goes to him."
Amaro nodded and finished the conversation with a smile before he turned back to his screen. Olivia turned back to her own screen but had a hard time concentrating on the work, her mind kept drifting to her conversation with Amaro.
She could run this squad. Yes it'd be awkward telling the others what to do on an actual regular basis but she could get used to it.
Captain Olivia Benson. A small smile grew on her face at the thought of it. That definitely had a nice ring to it...
She always suspected that she would never be in charge and that her days would end as a Detective. That after Cragen it'd go to Munch and then Elliot or it'd go right to Elliot and she would finish out her days here as Lead Detective like she was now.
But now that Elliot turned in his papers... There was no reason for her not to take the reigns after they were passed down either by Munch or Cragen.
She smiled at the thought once more before she forced herself to focus on the task she had given herself.
Seven hours later and after they found out Meloni AKA the Vampire King was picked up in Utica on an Attempted Rape charge and they had no problems sending him downstate to be prosecuted, Olivia and the crew was back to working on trying to find out any information they could on Lewis when the phone rang.
"Manhattan Special Victims Unit, Detective Benson speaking," Olivia answered professionally, grabbing a notepad and a pen. There was a long pause before her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "What's the address?" she asked rapidly, gaining the attention of her fellow Detectives. Olivia jolted down the address and quickly hung up the phone, getting up from her chair and grabbing her coat.
"What's wrong?" asked Amaro with concern.
"Alice Parker was raped," Olivia answered, her voice shaking with rage before she went into Cragen's office. She didn't even bother knocking on the door and instead merely threw open the door.
Cragen looked up from his paperwork and narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Olivia, what's going-?"
"Alice Parker was raped."
Cragen's eyes went wide as he stood up, swallowing his emotions hard. "Take Amaro. I'll be right behind you."
Olivia nodded and sprinted out of the office. She thought she heard him mutter, "I knew something was wrong," but she ignored it for the time being. She went back out to the Bull Pen where Amaro was already ready to go and tossed her the keys, both of them heading out without a word.
They arrived at the building within an hour with Cragen pulling up within a minute, the building already swarming with Cops and CSU. Olivia and Amaro sprinted into the building, flashing their badges. They quickly got on the elevator and rode up to her apartment where they saw the landlord who looked just as terrified as Alice. "Some of the neighbors called me about the screams so I went to check on her and I found her like that!" she told Amaro when they walked up to her.
EMT's brought Alice out, her face littered with cuts and bruises with tear running down her face. "Go in her apartment," Olivia instructed Amaro. "I'll go with her."
Amaro nodded and while Olivia made a beeline for their newest victim, Amaro headed into the apartment.
Olivia got to the stretcher and began walking hastily along side it. "Ms. Parker, I'm Detective Benson," she told her softly. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"He raped me!" she cried out through her tears, "he di- did things to me!"
"Who?"
"Lewis, that beast! I came home and he was there! He- he had a gun!"
"Do you remember what time?"
"Right around ten last night!"
"Okay, do you remember what time he left?
"A- around noon!"
Olivia saw Cragen coming through the doorway and he too ran up to Alice. "What happened?" he demanded.
Olivia and Cragen walked a few feet in front of the stretcher so she couldn't hear. "Lewis raped and tortured her at gunpoint for eighteen hours," she spat before they both turned back to Alice.
"Ms. Parker, I'm so sorry," Cragen told her, more sympathy and sorrow in his voice then he had ever used with a victim. "If there's anything I can do-."
"Just get the bastard," she spat, using a curse word for the first time in months but she felt he deserved it.
"I'll ride with her," Olivia told a clearly shaken Cragen before they headed into the elevator.
Alice wiped her tears away with a shaking hand, letting out a laugh mixed with a sob when the elevator doors shut behind them. "I think he has a crush on me."
Olivia forced a smile to her lips as she nodded. "I think you might be right."
Alice laid back down on the stretcher, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes fluttered open and shut for a moment before she fell silent.
Olivia's eyes widened as she looked at the Paramedic's faces. "What just happened?"
"She was hysterical when we showed up," the Paramedic at her head told Olivia. "We gave her a sedative before we took her out. She was in a lot of pain."
Olivia nodded as she continued to walk with them. She pulled out her phone and dialed Amanda. "Rollins, it's Benson. Take Fin and a squad, get down to the halfway house Lewis said he lived at and you haul his ass in!"
"What'd he do?" asked Amanda slightly stunned.
"He raped and tortured a 60 year old woman for eighteen hours. Bring vests."
Olivia hung up the phone and turned back to Alice who even in her sleep looked frightened at what Lewis put this innocent sweet woman, a woman her captain felt something for, through.
Olivia didn't even bother to control her anger she felt for the sick bastard, vowing right then and there she wouldn't rest until he was behind bars for the rest of his life...
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