Just want to say thanks to jrfan88, Rockstargoddess101, SVUfanatic, i-love-benson, onetreefan, thrownover65, Olivia-Jordan for all of your encouraging words.
Sorry this has taken a while to post but my dad was being a tool and wouldn't let me use the internet, long story, but anyway here it is now and just for you all I've added a few more chapters. Please please R&R.
Again I don't own any of these guys, wish I did.
Not everything it precise, like some of the police technicalities and things, I try to make them as accurate as I can, but I'm not perfect.
Chapter 2.
It had been about 1.15 when Richard had attacked Olivia in her own home, it was now 3.30, she could only remember bits and pieces of what had happened in that time. What she could remember she wished she didn't but it was what was giving her the power to run towards the front door.
She practically slammed into it, she had run that fast. Her entire body was shaking so hard that she just couldn't grab the handle or remove the chain. She was really starting to panic, he'd bee right after her, and she knew it. She desperately pulled at the locked door, in some pathetic attempt to get it open.
She heard a door slam open behind her, although the room was dark, what little bit of light, that a street light outside let in, allowed her to see the tall figure creeping towards her.
"Found you!" she heard him say through the dark, she could hear him closing in on her and it only made her shake more. She decided to try and find the light switch. Bingo, she had it, but her heart dropped when she realised that it wasn't working. The SOB had done something to it.
What the hell did you do?" she didn't expect an answer, and she didn't get one, he just laughed.
As she looked to where he had just been standing, she was shocked to see how quick he had moved. He was right in front of her and still moving.
She slammed hard into the wall, as his entire body pressed against her own. She ran her hand along the small cupboard next to her, and picked up the phone, stand and all and slammed it down, hard onto his head.
He fell down, so she kicked him in the face, or at least that's what she thought it was. She needed some light that way she may be able to find her gun.
She started to move around in the dark, tripping and banging into things. She was suddenly pulled back and she felt a sharp tug around her neck. The bastard had rope or something and it was tight, she was really starting to gasp for air, each breath getting more and more painful.
Richard was grunting like some pig every time he pulled harder on the rope. She was sure it was the curtain tie; it was all it could be. It would leave epithelia's on it anyway, hers and his, the CSI's would find the evidence to pin him for her murder.
'Christ Olivia, you're planning your own murder case. Stop fight him back!' her head was yelling at her and she wanted to do what it was telling her and fight back, but the entire room was going spinning and if possible going darker and darker. She knew she was going unconscious. She tried pulling at the cord with her hands but he was just too strong.
She tried to scream out for help, but it was no use, her cries where just muffled wails. No one would hear them.
As the room suddenly went black, she felt her body drop to the floor. She wasn't sure if she was dead, unconscious or what but she knew she was far enough gone, that she didn't have to feel the horrible things that Richard still had planned for her. 'Save me Elliot…' she breathed out before everything went pitch black and silent for her.
- - - - - -
Elliot sprang up in bed. He'd had this horrible dream that Richard had attacked Olivia when they had gone to some old abandoned warehouse to arrest him. Whilst tracking him through it he and Liv had been split up, and by the time he'd found her, Richard had left her bloodied and broken.
As he stepped into the kitchen, the cold tiles made his feet tingle. He only had on a pair of sweat pants and was beginning to wish he had a shirt handy; the dream had made him feel cold. He still got the orange juice from out of the fridge, and took long sips of it as he walked over to the table.
He was trying to be quiet so he didn't wake the rest of the house, the kids had school in the morning and Kathy would be in work.
He was debating whether or not to pick up the phone and call Olivia. He was worried about her, he always was, being in her apartment all alone, this was New York and he had front row seats at what people could do to one and other.
No he couldn't ring her, what would he say 'Hey Liv, just had a dream where White beat and raped you within an inch of your life. How you feeling?' no she was probably having enough nightmares of her own about that sort of thing, he didn't need to freak her out more.
Enough man, just take some sleeping pills and… His thoughts were rudely interrupted by the lights being switched on. He looked over to the door to see Kathy stood in her night dress and not much else at all.
"What are you doing El?" she asked concerned.
"Can't sleep..." He replied.
"Yeah I figured. Come back to bed, maybe there is something I can do to help you get to sleep." She said seductively. Elliot laughed acceptingly. They had a hard day ahead of them trying to find White and he was shattered. Plus her offer was better than any old sleeping pill.
He got up, leaving the juice on the table behind and walked over and met Kathy in the doorway. She smiled at him playfully and placed her fingers into the band of his sweat pants, pulling him closer to her and kissing him passionately.
He calmed down, his heart rate returning to a more normal rhythm. Olivia was probably fine, long asleep and ready for the days work. He really should stop worrying about her so much he thought. She was a big girl she could take care of herself.
He had no idea how wrong he was.
TBC
Sorry it's short, but stay tuned, next up more SVU.
Let me know what you think please. Oh and sorry for those of you who don't like Kathy, you'll be happy to know she and Elliot are going to break up in a further chapter.
