From Hell To Heaven

A/N I want to say thanks to all the people who have reviewed and added alerts/favourites/subscriptions. This chapter was initially going to be in two parts but since the first half is so short it would be pointless to post it by itself. Also, I think the quick transition from Part 1 to Part 2 represents how Olivia perceived the passage of time, and why she's so confused.

Chapter 5-Central Park Danger & Seeing Her Angel

Olivia pulled her jacket tighter around herself, hurrying through the darkness that was Central Park. Each footstep was almost silent, as silent as each misty breath that escaped her frosty lips. Her hair gently blew around her face as she strode home under the darkened sky, glowing moon and twinkling stars. Through the only sounds of shuffling leaves, a few birds calling in the distance and the pounding of her heart, her thoughts soon turned to the darker corner of her mind. Of the things she tried to keep locked away. She thought of the cold, unyielding concrete, the damp air, dirty mattress and...his eyes flashed before her eyes!

She abruptly stopped and spun around in a blind panic as though something was behind her. She could feel him watching her. Feel his hands on her skin. On her skin as he tried to pull her closer...She spun around again, turning back to the way she had been walking. He was everywhere, she had convinced herself. He was behind her, waiting to pounce when the time was right. Her eyes scanned around as she suddenly became aware of every sound, of every movement, every angle from which he could attack. A bird squawking above her, another bird launching from the branch, leaves falling from disturbed trees, rocks falling from unsteady ground, a twig snapping behind her! She spun, too late.

Everything went black.

xXx

She didn't dare move, wondering what horror awaited her. She thought her heart would explode if she was once again confronted with the filthy floor, damp walls, stale air, shadowed corners that reverberated his fury, echoing directly in to her frightful ears. She took a breath. The air was not stale, it was fresh, though slightly stuffy. And the floor was not filthy or unyielding, actually it was quite confortable. She moved her foot slightly, testing. Blankets? She was in a bed? After a moment to confirm it was not the filthy mattress, with springs poking out, she peeked, her lids fluttered open. Her gaze was blurry, unfocused. But there! She saw them! The crystal blue eyes of an angel, guiding her back. Her angel. Her Elliot.

"Liv," he said softly, relief in his eyes as he sat up in the chair beside her bed, that he had obviously slept in. He moved to the edge of his seat, his eyes intent on her.

She looked around as the light stung in her eyes, recognising the plain walls, sparse furniture and green design as a hospital room. A worried expression crossed her face as she looked down and saw the gown she was dressed in, Elliot spotted her distress instantly.

"Liv," he soothed, gently taking her hand in his own. "You're in hospital but you're ok; the doctors said you can go home soon."

She paused for a moment to take in what he had said.

"How long was I out?" she wondered aloud.

"We're not sure; you were unconscious when you were found, had been until now. We're not sure how long you had been there before we got to you." he said, a concerned crease appearing above his eyes.

"What happened?" she cautiously asked.

"You were attacked." he said after a hesitant pause. "In Central Park." When she merely frowned, he continued. "I kept calling you but it was ringing out. I assumed you were just mad a me still but after a while, I started to worry, so...I had a trace run on your cell phone. As soon as it said Central park I knew something was wrong. I called for backup and came looking for you." He paused for a moment, as though unsure if to continue, if she should hear what he had to say. "When you were found, you had been positioned. Your clothes were torn, your shirt was ripped open at the front and your hands had been placed behind your back."

She quickly turned her head away from him as it all sounded too familiar and moisture pooled in her eyes.

"We think someone must have jumped you from behind. You were hit in the head; no long term damage obviously."

She nodded in response but kept her face towards the window, on her right, away from Elliot. She knew it was coming, confirmation that it had happened again.

"When you were unconscious...they had to do a rape kit." he said softly, still holding her hand as tightly as she held his. Tears poured and sobs built in her chest, causing her to tremble as she held them in. She knew he could hear her tears, but she refused to let him see them. She began to shake her head, not wanting it to be true, not wanting to hear him tell her she had been destroyed by another monster. Not wanting to know Elliot finally knew she was as weak and vulnerable as he had made her the first time.

"And?" she managed to say, her voice failing to hide the emotion she didn't want him to see. She felt his thumb rub the back of her hand, but it did little to soothe the pain exploding in her heart.

"It was negative, Liv. There was no evidence of sexual trauma...of any kind."

She sucked in a large shuddering breath as she clenched her hand in his. She let out a steady sigh as relief washed through her. He sat with her for a long moment, as he took her hand in both of his. She didn't look at him, not until the tears in her eyes ran dry. After another steady breath, she dared to ask who had witnessed her at her weakest, her most helpless.

"Who found me?"

She didn't take his hesitation as a good sign.

"I did." he admitted.

She spun her head to look at him, seeing the affection, support and concern in his sincere gaze. Although she was horrified by the prospect of Elliot seeing her in her underwear, abandoned on the floor, her heart warmed a little. At least it had been him, someone she trusted, rather than one of the backup uniforms who she'd possibly never even met before.

"And I covered you up, before anyone else came over." he said. She realised then what she had been missing the whole time. He was there for her. He would always be there when she needed him, to support her, to protect her, to care for her, to lo...She placed her hand over his that held her own. She gave a slight smile, which he returned.

"Hey, El, could you go get us some coffee from the cafeteria?" She felt the lump rise in her throat, hating how her voice broke slightly.

"Sure." he said, giving her hand one last squeeze of comfort. He stood and left as she rolled on to her other side, facing the window.

He heard her sobs through the door. And he felt them, like shards of glass, piercing his heart.

A/N ^_^ I really love that last line, I can just imagine Elliot standing outside her door while she's crying. lol Anyway, review if you can, make me happy lol All reviews get a message back so if you have a question or query don't be shy xx Next chapter is slightly more Elliot centered, before a lovely scene I like, bringing EO back together :)