From Hell To Heaven

A/N I know, a very long wait since the last chapter. I had written this out but I was hesitant to post it. I wasn't sure if I like how I ended it or not but decided you guys had waited too long so I'm posting it, and I'll see what you guys think.

Thank you to SteffieDawn, maerae93, 70s80sfanficluver, Mapleshade-Liv-FireStar, Amanda4Meloni, courtneylovejason and spacekitten2700 for your fantastic review X Also thank you to Megjoshy9876 for your author alert and story alert. And also (can't believe I'm saying this XD) It'sJustADream for your author alert. ;)

Chapter 30- Moving Past It, Looking Forward

The trip to the hospital had been uncomfortable; they sped across bumps, bouncing her rigid spine against the hard gurney. Elliot had been lovingly attentive, giving her an extra pillow and blankets, continually asking her if she was ok.

The doctors at the hospital were immediately at her side when the ambulance arrived. They had removed the bandage Amanda had applied and put on a fresh one, again, stinging her skin with anti-bacterial. They removed the bandaid from her forehead and found it needed a stitch or two; though thankfully there was no sign of concussion. They had x-rayed her ribs to find they were not broken or fractured. She had a miniture hairline tear in one of her intercostal muscles; the muscles that push and pull your ribs when breathing in and out. There was little they could do; only time could heal it. For now they had applied a stiff gauze to support her rib muscles and told her to take it easy. She politely agreed, for Elliot's sake at least, but she knew what she needed to do.

Olivia made her way to the prison alone; against Elliot's insistance. As soon as the doctors had deemed her fit she had told Elliot of her plan. He had wanted to yell and refuse to let her go, or go with her. But it would have been pointless. He had helped her in to the car, needlessly as she insisted she was perfectly capable, and watched her drive off. She had stayed silent the whole drive, trying to prepare herself. Which ultimately led to her sitting outside in the car, staring up at the prison. She finally braced herself and headed inside. She begrudgingly handed over her weapon at the mental detectors, and actually breathed a sigh of relief when a female guard stepped up for the pat-down. Especially as the gruff, burly officer on watch was leering at her beforehand. Just before she headed in to the room she asked for some privacy and the officers reluctantly agreed, if only for professional curtesy. She stepped inside and there he was.

Lowell Harris was sitting behinf a table opposite her, his head down but she could see his smug sneer. When he finally looked up, as she merely stood by the door, she saw the transition of expressions flashing across his face; shock, confusion, disbelief and then finally anger and fury burning in his eyes.

"What?" Olivia asked. "Were you expecting my partner to be here? Telling you I was dead and that he was going to rip your lungs out?" she asked, playing dumb. Harris' eyes burned holes in hers, his rageplain to see. Olivia shrugged. "Sorry, just me."

He didn't say anything. "We know what you did, Harris; we know everything."

"You don't know anything." he spat and she noticed her cuffs, yet lack of chain attaching them to the table. She ignored it; swallowing her fear. 'I can do this.'

"Oh, no, we know a lot." she countered, striding closer to him, stopping just before the small table. "See, your buddy Swanson?" she smiled internally as she saw a flash of recognition in his eyes. "He told us everything; the off-the-record visitations, the planning and what to do, all your ideas by the way, but you know that."

"You're lying." She could see his resolve crumbling and it gave her an odd sense of satisfaction.

"You wish that were true. Because Swanson became very chatty and gave up everything he knew; after we took the death penalty off the table anyway." she shrugged. Harris looked up in anger. "Oh, don't worry, he'll rot in jail. Just like you. Maybe you can get a cell together." she smirked. "Give you two some privacy." she teased, hitting a nerve.

"You shut your mouth." he said, spitting venom.

"Oh no, I'm not shutting up because I still have a lot to say. You remember Amanda don't you? Your little sister, Amanda? Of course you do; you raped her enough times." Olivia said, her stomach curling with bile, knowing what the young girl had been through.

Harris smirked. "Never happened." he instinctually denied.

"Yes it did." Olivia insisted; she had read Amanda's statements, saw the details only a victim would know. "Did you abuse her before your parents died too? Or were you too scared your father would find out?" she taunted.

"I never touched her." he insisted. Olivia saw his trembling fists, knuckles white as she closed him in with the truth.

"Are you sure you want to stick to that story?" Olivia questioned. "Becaue I've seen the photographs of Amanda's scars, the external and the internal ones; they speak for themselves. And I'm sure somewhere in that filthy house of yours we're going to find degraded DNA that we can use against you."

She could see the anxiety in his eyes but he hit it well. "It doesn't matter," he shrugged. "I'm already in jail, do your worst." he dared.

"Oh I will." Liv nodded. "But we both know there's a big difference between 'jail' and 'life imprisonment without chance of parole'." She knew he was panicking, small beads of sweat running down his neck, even though he was sitting 'perfectly calm'; his charade didn't fool her.

"If I'm in jail, then that lying bitch is sure as Hell going too!" he remarked. "Send the slut to Sealview, they can treat her like the whore she is." he said dismissively about his younger sister with incredible disrespect.

Olivia smirked. "Oh, she's not going to Sealview. In fact, if I get my way- and I will- Amanda will never see the inside of a jail cell." She saw his brow noticibly deepen and his anger beginning to bubble in his eyes, his face growing red. "I'm arranging for Amanda to go to a live-in hospital upstate."

"A psych ward." he scoffed. "You're sending her to an asylum." he laughed.

"No, it's a hospital; no straight jackets, no cold showers or padded rooms, no electrodes to her head." she remarked, seeing him getting annoyed. "She gets her own room, with her own bed, where you can't crawl in to them every night." Olivia spat in disgust. "Who knows, maybe she'll get her own TV in time," Olivia taunted.

"That bitch killed those women!" Harris argued, the vein in his forehead throbbing in beat with his pulse.

"That 'bitch' is your little sister. You used her, manipulated her and abused her. You did things to her before she was even old enough to understand what it meant." Olivia said in upmost disgust, leaning across the table at him.

"That bitch belongs in jail!" he yelled.

"No, you belong in jail." she countered. "God, for once in your life, be a man and take some responsibility for what you've done." she said exasperatedly.

"I'll show you how I'm a man!" His rage exploded as his cuffed hands grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. She winced as his strong fingers pressed against the torn muscles in her ribs. Her back collided with the unyielding stone. She thought she would freeze but she didn't. She punched him in the gut with as much force as she could as he tried to kiss her neck. He groaned and grabbed her upper arms, she was thrown to the floor, sending his chair clattering away. She turned to see him approaching in fury. She scrambled back to her feet as he threw a punch, using his weight against him, she countered and twisted his arm behind his back. He gave a throaty wince of pain as she pinned him against the table.

She felt her leg go from under her as he tangled his foot in hers and pulled. She lost her grip and footing and toppled to the floor. He was on her in a second, his hands gripping at her throat, his thumb pressing roughly down on her windpipe. She gasped, scratching at his hands. She wasn't afraid, it was strange but she wouldn't allow herself to fear him. She reached down awkwardly to her boot and pulled out her blade; did you really think she'd go in completely unarmed? His hand grabbed her wrist as he saw it, trying to twist it away. She pushed against him, adrenaline pumping through her despite the lack of oxygen. Slowly but surely the blade grew closer and closer to his skin until finally- the sharp blade slashed at his cheek, opening up the old wound from Sealview. He cried out in pain, hid hands releasing her to cup his face, panicked by the blood he saw covering his hands.

Arms came down, helping her up; while roughly dragging him to his feet.

"Detective, are you ok?" came a voice; the female guard.

"Yes, I'm fine." she replied, as her coughing subsided. She ignored the look she got when the guard saw her blade. Harris hadn't done any long term damage; he was just another perp.

She swung out her fist with as much force as she could muster. It collided stingingly with his fresh wound. He may have overpowered her once or twice, that's what they were both trained to do, but she wanted the last hit.

"Detective!" the officers scolded, trying to restrain Harris. She noticed how pathetic he looked, all rage and fire, and yet completely detained by his wardens.

She gave him one last look. "Oh by the way, my DA wants to know, if we do go for the death penalty, do you want the chair or the needle?" she bluffed. She watched him thrash for only a second before she left; putting him behind her. She knew she wasn't healed, but she was getting there. And as she left the prison she drove home with a smile. Besides, with Harris behind her she had only one thing to look forward to, her future with Elliot. And she couldn't wait.

A/N Did you guys like it? I'm happy with the scene but I'm not sure if it answers all the questions you guys might have. I've started an epilogue for when Olivia goes home, I can't promise it will be smutty because I've never been entirely confortable with writing it, but it will be EO in some way. Also, I have to admit, Olivia's line about 'rip your lungs out' was inspired by an awesome character from another show, don't know if you picked up on it ir not x