Chapter Eighteen

Olivia awoke to find a flower and a note on the pillow next to her.

Liv,

Cragen, Casey, Fin, Rebecca, and Munch each called me. Something's apparently breaking in the case (you know it's important if John calls). Sorry I couldn't be here when you woke up, but I promise I'll make it up to you.

Love,

Elliot

Olivia smiled.

"Elliot, Munch went to the lab to pick up the report," Rebecca said when Elliot walked into the station, "How is she?"

"She's fine. I've got another officer watching her building."

"No, Casey told me about last night… is she okay now?"

"We've worked it out," Elliot said moving something small from the drawer of his desk to his pocket.

"What's new?" Cragen asked coming out of his office when he saw Munch walk in with a folder. Munch handed him the folder and filled them in.

"Not a firefighter, but we were on the right track."

"Oven mitts?" Cragen asked confused.

"'kay so the perv worked in a kitchen before attacking Liv," Fin said looking at the notes.

"Looks like it," Cragen said sadly. They still had no idea what it meant.

"Shit! It's- oh Damnit!" Elliot raged and stormed out of the station.

"He knows something we don't. Follow him!" Cragen ordered.

Elliot stormed into the little diner and went straight over to Tom.

"Where is he?"

"Elliot? Who, Detective Stabler?"

"You're son!"

"He's still out with his friends…"

"Where?!"

"I can't just tell you where he-"

"That's not good enough!" Elliot yelled knocking a tray of dishes to the floor with a crash of breaking glass.

"Your son is involved in a three time rape of my partner. You will tell me where he is!"

"Partner? Liv? Rape- I-"

"Tell me where he is!"

Munch and Fin's cop car arrived too late. Elliot was already speeding off. They walked into the diner to talk to the owner and find out where he was headed.

Even with sirens and speeding, it would take them three or four hours to get to Long Island from Manhattan.

"Elliot, who are you going after?" Munch said over the phone while Fin was driving trying to keep up with Elliot and avoid hitting other cars.

"I know who it is. I think we're close."

"Wait for us. You might need back up."

"No I can't-"

"At least turn off your siren. Don't warn him you're coming."

Elliot parked outside the address he was given. He banged his fist into the door repeatedly.

"Police! I have a question for you. Open the door."

An elderly woman answered surprising Elliot. He softened his voice and face.

"Excuse me ma'am, do you know where I can find Bobby Morrow?"

"Oh, my grandson? No sir, sorry. I haven't seen him in a while. He doesn't come around here anymore. He met a new girlfriend, Olivia, that he spends all of his time with. I saw a picture of her in the newspaper once, she's very pretty. She's an officer, too, do you know her?"

"Yes, ma'am and I need to get in touch with her."

"I'm sorry I can't help you, honey."

"Thanks anyway, ma'am." Elliot said hurriedly and he went back to his car. He had to get to Liv soon. He still had a long drive, but she needed him now.

He flipped open his phone, "Munch, go back to Liv's," he ordered and didn't wait for a reply before slamming his phone shut.

By the time he got there another three hours had passed by. He jumped out of the car not even wasting time to take his keys out of the ignition. He didn't even turn the car off or close the door when he got out. He pulled out his gun and ran up the stairs two at a time. When he got to her door, it was cracked open. He walked in; gun drawn and at the ready.

"Liv?" he said quietly.

"Elliot! No!" she screamed but it was too late. Bobby had lunged at him from behind. He grabbed Elliot gun and pocketed Olivia's which was already in his hand.

"Get up!" he yelled kicking Elliot who had fallen and hit his head on the corner of the coffee table when he was attacked. He was bleeding from the side of his head. He kicked Elliot again. Olivia screamed.

"You bitch!" he yelled at Olivia, "Cheating on me with him!" he said grabbing Olivia by the hair and pulling her to him.

Elliot was swaying a little before he steadied himself. His head was still bleeding. He was about to lunge at Bobby when he brought a gun to Olivia's head. Elliot quickly stopped himself.

"Alright, Bobby, we can work this out. Let's just do it without Olivia..."

"No, I don't think we can, Detective. You took her form me!"

"I know, and I'm sorry, but you need to take that gun away from her head. I know how much you care about her, and I know you don't want to hurt her…" he said backing up slowly. He went slightly to the left so the sofa was blocking Bobby's view of his hands. The hands that were opening the box for the spare gun.

"Spare gun, Detective?" Bobby said taking a step back pulling Olivia with him, "You don't think I would leave it there for you to use, now would I-"

While Bobby was talking Elliot took the chance to lunge at Bobby. He grabbed the gun that was sticking out of his pocket. It was Olivia's gun.

"Good show, Detective, but what are you going to do with it. If you shoot me, I'll shoot her first. Of course, you two already know this. You guys were in a situation like this before, weren't you? Except it was reversed, correct? I'm sorry that, unfortunately for you, there's no sniper to beat you to it. You'll have to make a choice, Elliot. Shoot me, resulting in Olivia's death, or don't shoot, and let me have her again. If the third time was a charm, I wonder how great she'd be the fourth…" he said kissing Olivia. Olivia was crying and trying to back away from him with very little success. She was a great cop, but with all she had been through, she couldn't be strong. She couldn't hold on.

"Just shoot him, El. You can. It's not the same thing. You've saved me so many times already. It's not the same, I don't have a family. Please, El. I love you," she was almost hysterical now.

"Just shoot!"

Elliot did.

dun dun dun dunnnnnn... review please

and you know what, i think i might finish the whole fic before the Maryland game in two hours...