From Hell To Heaven

A/N I'm going to start by thanking EOforevertogether, courtneylovejason, Kristy6 and spacekitten2700 for reviewing the last chapter, feeedback really helps to keep motivated.

maerae93 you're a star, I opened my email to see so many alerts from you, you made me hyper for several hours ^_^

I'd also like to thank svugurl16, MariskaHargitaylove, maerae93 and spacekitten2700 for adding story alerts. It makes me smile to see names repeated every time I update, you're my regular superstars :) *mega cheesy (I know)* :)

I'm a little concerned about people being able to picture Olivia's apartment as I've written it. :/ Well read and see what you think, I tried my best to be clear with the descriptions. Enjoy xx

Chapter 9- Hell At Home

Olivia finally made it home. Cragen had ordered her home, telling her she needed to rest, having worked almost 48 hours. He didn't find it funny when she pointed out that she'd slept in hospital. And Elliot had not been anywhere near understanding when she declined a ride home, instead insisting that she would take a taxi. She had her backup 9mm at her hip and could still see his blazing blue eyes that had followed her path out of the squadroom.

"Señorita, Señorita!" the driver called, pulling Olivia from her thoughts. She looked up and saw her apartment building. She pulled the borrowed 20 dollar bill from her jean pocket. She assumed Elliot had lent her the money to keep her happy, well maybe just because it was easier than arguing with her over a ride or a cab.

He had been less than impressed by the idea of her going home alone, in the early hours of the morning, with some psycho on the loose. She sighed as the driver shoved less than the expected change back in to her head. She decided not to argue. She pocketed it as she climbed out. As soon as she slammed the door, the driver sped away. Leaving her alone on the darkened street. She merely glanced at the flickering streetlight, blowing old newspapers and shadows. She had her gun; she's safe. Or at least that's what she chanted in her mind.

She entered her building, ensuring the door was secure behind her. By the time she reached her door, she was thankful she had given Elliot a copy of her key; her's was in evidence lockup. She turned the key and stepped inside. She closed the door and dropped the latch on the lock, tossing her key, change and replacement badge on to the small table beside the door. She kept her cell phone and gun at her hip, deciding she'd put them on her bedside table. Just in case. She headed down the hallway, turning right at the end and stepping in to the bathroom. She stepped in front of the mirror and saw she wasn't as a mess as she had pictured in her head. She turned and leaned over the bathtub.

The tub began to fill as she twisted the taps. She closed and locked the bathroom door, although there were two; despite living alone. She quickly undressed, dying to clean up and get in to her own clothes. She was grateful to Elliot for bringing her fresh clothes, but Kathleen was a curvaceous teenager, Olivia was a curvaceous woman. The underwear and jeans were a little tight, but not uncomfortable. She unclipped her holster and pulled out her cell phone, setting them on the sink behind the taps. She kicked off her shoes and socks, then pulled off her jacket. She stripped down until she was in only Elliot's shirt.

She briefly smiled as she pressed the material against her bare body, breathing in his scent. She sighed contentedly as she lifted it off. She dumped the clothes in the dirty laundrey basket; she'd clean them before returning them. She twisted the taps once again and then lowered herself in to the soothing water. She started to feel clean already.

She had a gut feeling it was Harris and the thought of him being that close to her, despite not touching her, made her feel sick and dirty. She would have shivered at the thought but the water was far too warm. When she was finally done in the bath, she stepped out and pulled the plug. As the water began to drain. She pulled a fresh, fluffy white towel from the nearby cabinet.

She quickly wrapped thw towel around herself, feeling the chilly air swirl around her. The towel was soft against her skin, barely reaching mid-thigh. She headed for the door and slid the gold lock open. Her bedroom door was directly opposite. Within three steps she was at the door, confidently turning the handle and stepping forward. Only to stumble back against the frame a second later, surveying the state of her bedroom.

Her curtain rail had been torn from the walls, causing the curtain to puddle on the floor, the blinds not too far away, bend in angular directions. Her chester drawers had been pulled out and discarded around the room, one beside the unit itself, another at the foot of her bed and the other two were not visible. Her lamp and bedside table were on the floor, knocked over, yet the lamp cord had been ripped from the plug that was still in the wall. Her clothes were scattering the floor. Her bedcovers had been ripped from the bed, her pillows slashed, leaving the feather's within exposed. The few photos she did have, of her mother, Elliot, the squad (all of which she featured in), were thrown to the floor, glass smashed, frames broken at the corners. The whole room had been destroyed and turned upside down. The only things not a mess were on the bed, resting on the exposed mattress. Neatly laid out and positioned in rows of matching sets, were her underwear.

After only the smallest two seconds of shock and horror, she backed out of the room and frantically slammed the bathroom door, not taking her eyes off the bed. She fumbled the lock back in to place and backed away from the door in blind panic. The other door! Her bathroom had two doors! She scrambled across the room to secure the other one. How could she have forgot that? One door to the landing, another to her bedroom. But as she blindly extended her hand, searching for something to hold on to, the little gold locks did not seem as strong as they had earlier. She kept her eyes flickering between the two doors as her hand searched for her gun, that she had left resting behind the taps. She felt a sliver of cold metal. She yanked it up, tossing the holster to the floor.

She immediately took off the safety and pointed it between the doors, alternating in a panic. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, as she grabbed up her cell phone. Fumbling slightly, she dialled the number that was engraved in her heart. She only realised she was crying when she felt them overflow her eyes and run down her cheeks in hot streams. He picked up within only two dials. "Hello?" but she didn't respond, her mind blank as she watched the doors. His words made her heart give a squeeze, like she wasn't alone, someone was there to protect her from the unknown monster she envisioned stalking her hallway and bedroom.

"Liv? You there?" he asked again after a moment of silence as she struggled to control herself.

"Elliot," she sobbed out. "Elliot I need you."

She could hear him moving around already. "Liv, what's going on?"

"Someone's in my apartment! Please help me, El." She hurriedly said, trying to whisper, still switching her aim from door to door, determinedly steady given her shuddering breaths.

"I'm on my way!" She heard his car start up in the background. "I'm in the car right now, I'm only a few blocks away. You've got your gun, you're going to be ok." he assured, knowing the panic she must be in, he was in it with her. His heart was racing faster than his car.

"Please hurry," She heard him accelerating at her words.

"Don't worry, Liv, I'm coming for you." The line went dead.

She knew he'd always be coming for her, whether she wanted him to or not. She lowered the cell phone from her face, suddenly feeling hollow by being alone again, trapped in her bathroom, Elliot's voice no longer being her only distraction. Her cell slipped from her grip, clattering to the floor. After a moment of silence on both sides of the doors, she slowly lowered her aim. 'If someone was going to burst in they'd have done it by now, right'? she assured herself. But it did nothing to abate her fear. She left the safety off, hoping she wouldn't have to use it.

As she sat cowering against the side of the bathtub, she found herself thinking about Elliot, of him speeding down the darkened streets, of his trusted embrace and his angel blue eyes. In that moment, as she sat alone, longing for nothing more than for Elliot to be by her side, she decided. She would tell him. Of Sealview. Of Harris. She would tell him everything, especially of her feelings. Her feelings for him. And no one was going to stop her, no one was going to interrupt her or break her confidence. 'I'm ready to tell him.'

After what felt like an eternity, she heard footsteps, outside the bathroom door. And the eeringly familiar sound of a cocking gun. She froze, raising herself to full height and raising her gun, ready to face her demon. She heard the bedroom floorboards squeek under heavy footsteps. Her bathroom handle slowly turned, only to turn back when it wouldn't budge. Then it turned more violently, and she stepped back, squaring her shoulders. The door lurched as someone put their weight against it. Then again, more aggressively. But this time Olivia refused to cry. She had never been one to submit, and she would no longer back down in fear. A final lunge and the door gave way, she steadied her aim at her monster. No, wait!...Elliot stood with her gun focused between his eyes. He raised his hands up in surrender, his gun loose in his fingers as she blinked in confusion but didn't lower her weapon. "Liv?"

A/N I don't know if anyone else would agree with this, but I'm a huge Nickelback fan and I was listening to 'I'd Come For You' while I was writing this chapter. Although in the official video it's about a father/daughter, I can still imagine Elliot speeding down the streets, racing to get to Olivia with this song ^_^ Agree? Disagree? *Nickelback rocks!*