A/N: I'm sorry, it all seems to be going a little wrong, but hopefully you guys like it well enough! Thanks for all your nice comments, they keep me going!

Miller looked up as he heard the approaching footsteps. 'Oh good, here he comes now. You know,' he whispered, forcing her head closer, 'I've been watching you two for quite a while.' Miller looked up and waved. 'Don't worry, 'El', we're just getting started. You haven't missed anything yet.' He smiled and stuck the knife straight down into her right breast. She screamed.

'PUT THE KNIFE DOWN AND LET HER GO,' Elliot shouted. 'I will shoot you, you bastard, I swear...'

'Ah yes, but that's to forget what we have to play for,' Miller replied. 'Never show your opponent your full hand, Elliot.'

'Put it down. Now,' Elliot repeated.

Miller smiled languidly. 'Tell me, Elliot, are you a gambling man?'

'Am I - what?'

'Well, let me put it this way. Yes, you have the gun, but I-' he pulled back on Olivia's neck, making her gag '-I have Miss Benson! So how good are you, Elliot? Good enough to be sure not to hit her? Good enough to be sure not to miss completely? Because you should know, try anything and I'll kill her right here and now.' He sighed melodramatically and traced the blade across her shoulder. 'Though it does pain me to miss out on all the fun we had planned...' His head snapped up and a steely cold came into his voice. 'Put that gun away right now or I kill her.'

Olivia widened her eyes and shook her head.

'Do it. Now.' Miller placed the knife against her right side and began to cut. A small stain of dark red began to blossom across Olivia's white shirt.

Elliot met Olivia's eyes, gave her an almost imperceptible shrug, and tossed his gun down on the floor. She closed her eyes and tried even harder not to cry.

'Wonderful!' exclaimed Miller cheerfully. 'Well, now we've got all this foreplay over with, what say you we start with the REAL fun?' The knife flashed and he made a deep cut from the base of Olivia's neck to the neckline of her shirt. Despite herself she screamed, and Elliot visibly winced. Miller laughed and cut another slash across her abdomen. 'Now isn't that cute, if I cut one the other one feels pain too!'

'Run, Elliot, please,' begged Olivia.

'Now with a connection like that you must have had her a few times. Tell me Elliot, how was she? Was she good? I bet she was exquisite.' Miller smiled and buried his face in Olivia's neck, taking in a deep breath of her scent.

'Elliot, GO,' she repeated.

'What did she do? Was she shy, or was she wild like the little bitch she is?' Miller drew the tip of his knife across her chest again, leaving another long, shallow cut. 'I bet she was... hmm, you know what, I don't know. Why don't YOU tell me, Olivia my dear? Did you show Mr Elliot here the time of his life?' He wrapped her hair around his hand. 'Or were you just the dirty, lying little tease you've always been?' he spat, twisting her hair so hard great chunks came out in his hands and punctuating every word with a short, sharp stab to the abdomen. Olivia gave in and cried.

'I swear to God you let her go right now or I'll kill you,' roared Elliot.

Miller smiled at Elliot patronisingly. 'Hmmm, but you see, it was never about me,' he replied, then pulled Olivia's ear close to him and hissed 'I win, bitch.' In a split second he had dropped the knife, pulled a gun from the back of his waistband, aimed and fired.

Olivia screamed as Elliot's eyes widened in disbelief as he staggered slightly, trying to regain his balance. He looked down at the spreading red mess on his shirt. 'Elliot, no, no, Elliot!'

He looked up at her. His eyes were open but full of fear and creeping realisation, and... regret? She stood frozen to the spot, watching him sink to his knees and then collapse backwards onto the floor.

'ELLIOT!' In a flash she grabbed Miller' gun arm, twisted it, disarmed him and pushed him back against the wall. He smiled at her.

'You're still all mine, Princess.'

Olivia shot him without even blinking.