Chapter 4: The Letter
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A/N: This chapter is short, sorry. I don't have a lot of time to update, but I shall be back with more of the story tomorrow. Read on, my darling fanatics!
"Jesus." Elliot breathed. He handed the folder to Huang who proceeded to read it. Elliot looked at Olivia and saw that she was staring intently at the floor.
"Liv?" He asked. She jumped in surprise. She looked up then pointed to an envelope that had fallen out of the folder. "Liv, what's in there?" he asked not wanting to be surprised.
She shook her head slowly. "I don't know. I didn't see it before."
She bent over and picked it up. She slipped one finger inside the envelope and pulled. It tore open to reveal a picture. And another note. Olivia looked at the picture then looked at Elliot. She looked as though she were going to be sick. She handed the picture to him and he soon understood why she looked ill. It was a picture of them wrestling. It was from yesterday morning. He had been watching them all along. Olivia handed him the note, shaking her head.
"I don't want to read it." She stated. Huang motioned for Elliot to read it out loud.
"To Olivia and Elliot." Elliot read, his voice catching. "Look at how much fun you two are having! I hope you have this much fun with me, Olivia. You're probably wondering how I got this picture. Well, I've been watching you both for a while now. Observing you, obsessing about you. Now, I just can't stop thinking about this picture. The only way it would be better, Olivia, is if you were both…undressed, shall we say?" Elliot stopped and glanced at Olivia. Her eyes were closed and she looked as if she were fighting not to lose control again. "Yes," he continued. "I would love to see that. I can't wait to see how you two react to this. You see, when stalking your prey it's important to study their reactions. Their routines. Oh and Livvie? Don't do anything stupid because the consequences will be severe. You and me? We're gonna play a little game. And guess what the prize is…Elliot! Now, no cheating, Livvie. We wouldn't want the game to end prematurely. We wouldn't want Elliot to end prematurely, now would we? Just a little longer Livvie. Oh, and by the way, the first clue is under the bed nearest the window. Your move. –Richard" Elliot finished.
Elliot looked at Olivia who was crying again, then at Huang. His brow was furrowed and he was muttering something under his breath.
"Elliot, may I see that?" Huang said pointing to the note. Elliot silently handed it over. He stood up and walked to the bed nearest the window. He was about to flip it over when Olivia touched his hand.
"Together." She said, kneeling beside him. After a moment he looked at her.
"You ready?" he asked.
"No." she replied.
"Me neither." They flipped the bed over in one swift movement.
Attached to the underside was another envelope.
"How the hell did he get in here?" Elliot wondered aloud.
Olivia reached for the envelope, but Elliot snatched it first. He wanted to make sure that whatever was in there wouldn't hurt her.
"Oh hell…" he whispered when he saw the first picture. It was of White straddling a teenage girl who was screaming in agony. He was looking down at her, smiling. Elliot placed the picture on the bed for Olivia and Huang to see. He reached into the envelope again and found another photo. He pulled it out and nearly screamed. It was the same picture except that the bastard had superimposed Olivia to be where the teenage girl had been before. He realized that the image of Olivia had been taken from the photo of him and Olivia wrestling. She was smiling at the bastard! Except not really, he reminded himself. She was really smiling at him, Elliot. He tried to hide the picture, but Olivia grabbed it. She took one look at the photo and lost it. She dropped the picture and passed out. Elliot caught her before she hit the ground. He picked her up gently and placed her on a bed.
He went back to the envelope and grabbed the note that was inside. He'd wait until she woke up, then they'd read it together.
"George." Elliot said, turning. Anger was blazing in his eyes. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" Suddenly the anger turned to sadness, helplessness, and could it be? There, in his eyes, was fear. Fear that he could lose the only person he had cared about in a long time.
"Elliot, listen to me. This guy, he's messing with your head. He's fixed on the two of you. He's turned your partnership into something grotesque in his mind. He believes that you don't deserve to be as happy as you are. I'm not sure what he's capable of; I'll have to read his file. But Elliot," Huang turned when he reached the door. "Don't let her out of your sight."