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Onboard The Fair Lady.

Elliot waked into the cribs, they were completely empty yet he walked to the bunk furthest away. He sat down on it then swung his legs round and up onto the bed then he lay down with his head resting on his hands.

He looked up at the bunk above him. He was still feeling sore, it had been three days since the explosion but his body was still feeling it.

It had been three days and they knew nothing of Olivia's whereabouts, the dental records from the body pulled from the building turned out Massey's name, and the divers had found nothing in the water surrounding the building.

His heart sunk as he wondered where Olivia could be, and it pained him not knowing whether she was hurt or not or even alive. He hadn't slept since the explosion and now as his head rested on the pillow he felt his eyes lids start to become heavy before they eventually closed and he was asleep.

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Olivia was awaken with a fit of coughing, her lungs rattled as she choked on each breath that she tried to take. She was lying on a bed. She rolled onto her side and held one hand on her stomach and the other on her chest as she coughed. Her body was beginning to ache.

"Owww" She was finally able to inhale without starting coughing. She considered getting up but thought it best to lie still for a minute longer. That is until she remembered the explosion. "Elliot…" She mumbled.

She sprung up in bed, she looked down, there were pink silk covers over her, she realised whatever she was wearing was not the jeans and tank top she had been, she lifted the covers up, seeing what she had on, she threw them completely off onto the floor.

She had a long, dark blue silk night dress on. She looked around the room the walls had a glossy wooden finish and there were two tiny round windows. She got up and walked over to them, she looked out and saw water and in the distance boats and the city.

"Beautiful view from there isn't it…" She spun around and almost started choking on the breath that had hesitated to come out of her mouth. There was a man stood in the doorway.

He was an older looking man, about 45, 50 she couldn't tell. His hair was dark with bits of grey in it. He had dark green eyes and a nicely tanned complexion. He was tall, very tall he had to be at least 6'5. He had on a pair of jeans and a mint green polo shirt and looked like he was in very good condition.

"Sorry, you err startled me…" She said trying to evaluate the situation she was in.

"I'm glad you're finally awake. I thought you may have been awake last night, you were mumbling all sorts." The guy looked normal but it creeped her out that he had been watching her, at night.

"Err, I appreciate whatever it is you've done for me…" She was cut off by him.

"I saved your life, I saw you in the water and I pulled you out." Olivia started to pace the room trying to remember the event he was talking about. She suddenly became aware of how cold she was she folded her arms and started to rubs her hands up and down them.

"Shit." She cursed in pain, she twisted her arm round slightly, all down the back of it were bandages, she started to pull them off, there was a huge slash down it, a massive bruise surrounded it, she looked at her palms they too had bandages on them, underneath them were two more slashes.

She was about to carry on pulling off the bandages when the man grabbed her wrists, she stopped and looked at him. "You need to leave them on, if you take them off now while they're still healing your at risk of infection." He informed her.

She looked at him and eased her wrists away from his gentle grasp. "Where am I?" She asked him.

"Onboard the Fair Lady…"

"Excuse me?" She asked him.

"You're on my boat…"

As he spoke she burst into another bout of coughing, she held her chest and stomach again, her muscles ached in her stomach from the long periods of coughing and her lungs ached as they rattled from her coughing.

She moved next to the wall and placed her hand on it to support her as she coughed, she now placed her other hand over her mouth. "Have some of this." She heard him say behind her, she turned, still coughing and was happy to see he had a glass of water. She took it and took a sip from it.

She looked at her hand there was fresh blood on it. She placed the tips of her fingers to the side of her lips then pulled them away, there was blood.

"I saw the explosion, you were very lucky Olivia. You were injured from the blast. Your lungs probably have smoke damage I've got something for that." He said before he took the glass from her hand and walked out.

She was completely bewildered, for a second she thought maybe she was asleep and she was dreaming this, but you can't feel pain in a dream and she felt it all over. He must have her badge she concluded, how else could he know her name.

She wondered if maybe she had her phone, she thought she might have lost it when she fell back at the building, she couldn't find it before, but she was always misplacing the damn thing, maybe she could call Elliot if she could get a hold of it.

She didn't like this situation at all, she hated being so confused. She looked down at what she was wearing again, she didn't like the fact it was very low cut and how very venerable she felt in it. She looked around for her other clothes but she couldn't see them anywhere.

"Take these." He instructed passing her a little paper cup the size of a shot glass. She looked in it there was a collection of pills. "I'm not taking them." She said shaking her head adamantly and pushing his outstretched arm away from her.

"Take the pills." He said a little more stern, holding his hand out to her.

"No." she said, freaked at how persistent he was being, as well as how he even had the pills, she was beginning to wonder if he was some sort of Doctor.

"Take the pills!" He yelled. The sudden raise in volume made her jump on the spot. He held the cup out to her again. "No." She said through gritted teeth, he just looked at her and held the cup out to her still. She grabbed the cup and threw it across the room.

"I appreciate you helping me, I really do but I would like my clothes back and I would like to leave now…" As she spoke he started to walk away from her "I said I wanna leave…" She yelled after him. She ran her hands through her hair, she was starting to get a little scared of the trouble she knew she was in.

Suddenly he came back in, he came bounding right over to her she saw a small needle in his hand and tried to move away but was stopped by the wall. He grabbed her arm, putting painful pressure onto the slash on her arm.

He forced her onto the bed and pushed her down till she was lying on her back. "You should have just taken pills Olivia." He stretched her arm out and held it in place under his knee he pressed his other knee onto her chest to keep her in place.

"No please don't, look I'll take the pills, I'm sorry just please don't! No…" He stabbed the needle into the crook of her arm. "Ugh…" He pushed the needle in a little then pushed the fluid into her body, after a minute he pulled the needle out of her flesh and started to stand up, she pushed him off her as much as she could she wanted to regain some control over the situation..

"What the hell was that?" She asked holding her arm as a small stream of blood escaped from the tiny hole.

"Some pain killers, and a sedative."

She looked at him then at her arm wishing there was a way to get the fluid out of her body, it was too late she was already starting to feel groggy. "Who the hell are you?"

She asked beginning to feel really groggy.

"Dr Paul Andrews. Now shh, go asleep, you need to rest so you feel better." He tried to push her down but she hit his hand away from her, she tried to stay sat but all the movements threw her all off balance and she fell back. The room went blurry and finally black.

TBC

A short chapter I know but a longer chapter at this point wouldn't have worked.

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