Chapter 8: Pizza for Lunch, Carnage for Dessert

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A/N: This chapter was really fun to write. Once again, I'm posting because Kelly of the midnight dawn convinced me. She's so persuasive, LOL! Enjoy!!

Munch, Fin, Elliot and Olivia had been out to lunch when the call came in.

"No, no!" Fin tried to catch his breath. "Your face was more like this!" He made a ridiculous face complete with a string of cheese from his pizza. Elliot and Olivia laughed, but Munch remained stoic.

"Did not!" Munch argued. The trill of his cell phone startled everyone. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered, "Munch." He listened for a minute then hung up. "And I was having such a good time." The four stood up and followed Munch out the door. They got into their respective cars and drove for about 15 minutes.

"What's up?" Fin asked.

"They found some, uh, bodies. No identification, but we know who did it." Munch responded, turning left.

"White?" Munch nodded. "Damn."

Olivia stopped when she saw the bodies. It had to have been him. She had never gotten sick looking at a dead body, save for her first call, but she could feel the bile rising in the back of her throat now. Oh God, on their stomachs! There were six bodies; all were beaten, raped, and murdered brutally. But one defining thing was that they all bore a striking resemblance to Olivia, though none were exactly like her. One had her hair, another, her hands, and so on. Another defining thing was that they all had a letter of Olivia's name carved into their abdomen. She noticed something in the hand of the victim closest to her. She pulled it out and saw that it was a note. A very short note.

Benson and Stabler. You didn't follow the rules.

Elliot took the note from Olivia who had not moved in over a minute. He gently grabbed her elbow and they walked over to Huang.

"Here." Elliot said, handing the note over. Huang took it and began writing in his notebook. Just then Olivia's walkie squawked.

"Detective Benson, we've got you suspect on the run. We are currently in pursuit of a black van of which the suspect is driving. Coming up on your position now.

Shit.

Olivia put the walkie down and ran into the middle of the street. There, coming over the hill was a black van. It was heading straight for her. Elliot looked up at Olivia's shout.

"Stop! Police! Stop the car, pull over!" she had drawn her gun and was pointing it at a black van that was speeding towards her. Elliot dropped his phone. He ran towards her.

"Olivia!" he shouted. Then he shoved her out of the way just in time. The van sped past where Olivia had been standing only a second before. Elliot looked down. He had landed on top of her when he had pushed her out of the way. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open in surprise.

"Hey." Elliot whispered, smiling in relief. "Hey, you okay?" She gripped his shoulder harder. "You're okay. You're safe now." This time his smile was full of tears as he brushed a bit of hair from her face.

Fin heard the shouts and looked over to see Elliot knock Olivia out of the way of a speeding van. He started to run towards them, but Munch stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Fin looked at Munch. He had a strange look on his face, almost, like, approval. Fin turned back to Elliot and Olivia. Elliot was stroking hair out of her face and Olivia was crying into his chest. Suddenly, Munch let go of Fin.

"Go!" Munch said urgently. "Get them up! We've got company!" Fin turned to look at what Munch was pointing at. Cragen was coming over the hill. Munch and Fin ran to the two partners still sitting on the ground.

"Sorry to break this up, but Cragen's coming." Fin said pulling Elliot to his feet. Munch did the same with Olivia. By the time Cragen arrived they were off the ground and on opposite sides off the street.

After the near fatal incident at the crime scene Olivia had gone home. She said that she was fine and just wanted to be alone. Elliot had protested, but in the end, gave in. She needed space and he respected that. Munch and fin, however, had yelled saying that he should go after her, but he silenced them with a glare.

It was morning now, and Olivia and Elliot were sitting in Cragen's office again. He had found out about yesterday and was yelling at them for being so careless. He said that if an incident like this happened again he would have no choice but to reassign them new partners.

"But, Captain, nothings going on!" Olivia said angrily. She looked at Elliot, but he stayed silent.

"Dismissed!" The Captain hissed.

Outside his office Elliot grabbed Olivia's arm.

"You should have just kept quiet!" he was almost yelling.

"Why?" Olivia asked, struggling to get out of his grasp. "You were keeping quiet enough for the both of us! Elliot, let me go!" she shouted wrenching her arm from his grasp. The squad room had gone still. Everyone was watching them.

"Keep your voice down!"

"No, Elliot! We aren't doing anything wrong! We're doing our jobs!"

"Olivia, you don't understand." Elliot said quietly.

"Dammit, Elliot, then tell me!"

"Stop yelling!"

"No, Elliot, I will not!"

"You're just as bad as Kathy!" he suddenly shouted. Olivia looked stunned.

"Don't you dare, Elliot Stabler. Don't you ever compare me to your wife!" She growled.

"I don't need this!" Elliot cried. "I don't need her, I don't need them, and I certainly don't need you!" with that he turned around and stormed out of the precinct. Olivia stood there, not sure what to do. She started to go after him when a voice from the shadows stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Goodbye, Detective Benson." And a gun went off.