From Hell To Heaven

A/N Ok, so I was supposed to post this last night but revision got in the way. (Cramming for January exams :/) I would have quickly posted it yesterday but I hadn't spellchecked it; I'd rather post it fully completed late rather than full of typos just to meet a deadline.

Thanks to spacekitten2700, maerae93, courtneylovejason, lou3174, Shelby and Kristy6 for your awesome feedback. Especially the guesses as to who it could be; I'm sure I've driven maerae93 up the wall haha x I also want to say thank you to Olivia26 for adding a story alert. A special thanks to svuobsessed2011, who added a story alert, author alert, added to favourite stories and favourite author. Made me smile so much. It's so nice that even though we're quite a few chapter in, new names are still popping up and reading xx

This chapter is the Harris confrontation in interrogation. I really struggled when deciding just how aggressive I wanted this chapter to be. And although Liv's trying to be strong, as said before, you can't recover overnight. I made Harris a bit more... ok a lot more aggressive that the show showed him to be. i always thought he's one of those guy to have explosive anger, especially when Liv "struck a nerve" in Undercover. lol This chapter's slightly shorter than my other chapters, because I'm so verbose, as I split it up from the next chapter.

Chapter 14- Date With Darkness

Olivia's heart pounded in her ears as she took more steps, bringing her closer to the squadroom. To interrogation. To him.

"Liv," Elliot said, striding after her. "You're worked up; you need to calm down." he instructed, finally stepping beside her sepite her hurried pace.

"I'm calm, Elliot." she lied, unsure if he could hear the jackhammer pummelling away in her chest.

"Like Hell." Elliot muttered.

Within a minute she had burst through the door and watched through the window, like an enclosure at the zoo, watching the animal within. She barely noticed Cragen, who was beside her with his hands in his pockets. Munch and Fin were behind her with Elliot, having seen her storm in.

She clenched her hands in to fist, folding her arms across her chest. He looked so normal, so average. Not the monster she had built him up in her head to be. He critical eyes examined him. He sat behind the table, a satisfied smile still on his lips, a twinkle in his eyes. He had removed the top half of his jumpsuit, tying the sleeves around his waist. He wore a white tshirt with short sleeves, that did nothing to conceal his bulging biceps. The thin material also did little for his broad chester, all the lines and definitions shown clearly. He was more muscular than she remembered, but then again, there was a lot of time to bench press when you were in prison.

She jumped as a hand slide on to her shoulder. She looked up to see Elliot's reassuring smile, searching her eyes for answers, as his soft fingertips massaged her collarbone. She turned back to the window. Harris was staring straight ahead, and while her rational side tole her he couldn't see her, she was sure he knew she was there and was staring her down, like a lion to his prey.

"Has he said anything?" she asked.

"Not since he arrived." Fin said, receiving a look from Munch.

"Only that he wouldn't speak to anyone," Cragen said, taking a heavy pause. "Except you."

Olivia spun and headed for the door. "Liv, wait," Elliot called, hot on her trail. She wretched the door open.

After a second she felt him try to grab her wrist. She pulled her arm away before his strong fingers could close around it. But as she reached for the door handle of Interrogation, he almost threw himself between her and the door, or rather what was behind it.

"Olivia, I know this is important to you but I think you're rushing in to this."

"That's not your decision, El." she said, trying to sidestep him.

He placed his hands on her upper arms to hold her still. "I know that. It's your decision, I just- I don't want to see you make the wrong decision." 'I don't want to see you throw yourself in the line of fire,' he added in his head.

She looked up at him for a second. "El, I know how much you care, and you've helped me so much already," She took his hands from her arms. "But this is something I have to do alone."

She could see his thoughts battling; trying to decide if he should argue or not. But then he squeezed her hands and sighed.

"I know. But I will be right here when you come back out." he insisted.

"I know." she said and he stepped aside.

xXx

Olivia closed the door, releasing the deep breath she had taken.

"It's about time," came a raspy voice she had heard so often in her head. "I thought you were going to stand behind the glass all day."

She knew he was trying to scare her; he hadn't known she was there at all. She finally looked up and saw the leering eyes she had remembered.

"What?" he taunted. "Miss me that much? If you'd like, i'd gladly give you a hug. Or perhaps a bit more." he added, making her skin crawl by trawling his eyes across her body, a disgusting smile on his lips.

'Stay focused,' Liv chanted in her head. She decided professionalism was her best bet. "Lowell Harris," she hated how his name resonated in her ears. She sat down opposite him, her seat a little further back than usual. "You've been brought here today-"

"I know why I'm here." he interrupted, feigning impatience.

"And what else do you know?" she challenged, hoping he'd tell her what she needed so she could leave.

He scrutinised her for a second, his head tilted slightly to the side. She held her posture, refusing to squirm under his gaze. "I know you're not sleeping. I know you can't get me out of your head." She shifted in her seat, now uncomfortable by the truth he was speaking. "And I know left my mark on you, as you did to me." he said, turning his face to the side.

She noticed the faint, yet noticible, line across his left cheek. she thought back and remembered the open wound she'd left on his left cheek.

"I meant 'what do you know about the case?'" she redirected, determined not to let him distract her.

"That you're going to need a decorator." he joked, smirking at her frustration.

"This isn't about me!" she yelled. 'This was all about him,' she convinced herself. 'His anger and lust for what he'll never have.'

"No," he said in a suddenly firm voice. He leaned across the table at her. She fought the urge to jump back. She wouldn't allow him to control her. "This is about you. This is all about you!" In a second he was on his feet in fury, kicking his chair away.

Liv flew up from her seat, backing against the glass.

"How was the therapy, Olivia?" he taunted. She froze as she realised, she'd never told Elliot about the therapy sessions. "Does talking about me so much make you feel better?" She maintained eye contact, unable to break it.

Her lungs ached at the pace her pulse was creating. The twinkle in his eye turned to a glint as his face confronted in rage. "You want to think about me? I'll make you remember!" he yelled; a vein throbbing in his forehead. He stepped away from the table, causing Liv to freeze at the lack of shackles restraining him to the table, and began dragging his cuffs across the bars on the window.

Memories exploded in to Olivia's mind. 'He scraped his baton across the chainlink fence."You wanna play games?"' Her heart gave an unconfortable squeeze, as she felt her airway constrict as she struggled to breath. Her hand grasped at her chest; she tried to suck in a breath but her throat wouldn't allow it. She stumbled away from the window in panic. 'I can't breath! I can't-' she screamed in her head, unable to vocalise her fear.

Her head swam as she finally sucked in a shallow, and far from satisfying, breath. Her hands shook in fear, panic, confusion. 'Why can't I breath? Someone please-' She stumbled to the door, but as she did it threw open, narrowly avoiding her. almost instantly Elliot's arms were around her, just as panicked as her, his face pale. She took in a short breath that didn't give her lungs the release they dearly needed as Fin and Munch lunged at Harris. He fought against their restraining arms; John surprisingly strong for his lean appearance.

"You bitch! I'm going to make sure you think of me everyday til you die!" His face was red as he fought against Fin. "You can't run away from me! I'm gonna get you, whore! You're mine, you hear? YOU'RE MINE!"

His livid voice and his blazing eyes were the last thing she saw before everything went black and cold and she slipped away.

A/N For those who are unclear, as I don't expressly say, Olivia experienced a panic attack. I've had personal experience with them and they're downright horrid. Not only can they be terrifying they also strike anytime, any place...though Olivia's is triggered by the flashback, thanks to harris and his damn cuffs -_- xx Hope you like it.