Thanks for the reviews for this story, sorry I'm a bit slow but I've been getting work ready for college because I go back next week. I'm also going to try and get as much as the story done as I can as well so you're not waiting ages for more.

Anyway…

Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but 'foldey foe and fiddly dee, fiddly , fodley foodle all the wishes in the world are poppy cock and twodle'. Or so I've heard but I can still try.

Into The Water

Paul walked into the bedroom he was holding a tray that had a well cooked meal on it that consisted of veg and some meat. There was also a glass of diet coke and an apple on the tray.

He looked on the bed expecting to see Olivia but she wasn't there. He was totally confused. Suddenly Olivia appeared from behind the door and hit him hard with a lamp on his head, the lamp shattered and he fell to the floor dropping the food everywhere.

Olivia jumped over him and considered shutting the door behind her but his body was preventing her from pulling it closed. Instead she ran, she ran past a kitchen opposite the cupboards on the other side of the boat was a sitting area, she ran past the both of them, her legs were shaky and she couldn't help but panic, she hadn't hit him that hard and knew he'd be chasing her by now and she was totally lost on a boat, and the bastard thing wasn't even that big.

She found a set of stairs and ran up them, mostly falling up them but eventually she got to the top. Though she could see the city it was quite far away and thought seriously about trying to swim it, she was a great swimmer, she knew the water would be ice cold.

"Olivia..!" She jumped as she heard him yell her name he was coming up the stairs he was almost as wobbly as she was. She looked at the water she knew it would be bitter, as she was practically naked, the nightdress she still had on was a pathetic waste of material, and she wanted her jeans, jacket and tank top back.

"What do you think you're doing Olivia? I saved your life and this is how you repay me." He looked pissed and she wasn't about to stick around to explain to him that he was indeed crazy and she needed to get to a hospital her chest felt like it had been stabbed several times and she dreaded another coughing fit.

She climbed up the rails and jumped, she had hoped to get further away from the boat than she had but his hands had clawed at her as she jumped and it had pulled her back.

She hit the water almost still touching the side of the boat. It was freezing and stabbed at her bare skin.

She came up and took in a gulp of air, the water was even more cold than she had ever expected but she still tried to swim but her legs weren't co-operating with the rest of her body, she just splashed around like a fool. She kept slipping under the water but each time managed to pull herself back up to the surface.

"Help me…" She screamed at the top of her lungs hoping there was another boat nearby who could here her. "Help m…" she tried to yell again but slipped back under and ended up with a mouthful of water.

She resurfaced and coughed up the water she had just swallowed. She looked onto the boat he was now resting on the rails watching her drown. "I don't think you planned that one through enough Olivia." He said smugly as he watched her struggle.

He threw a big plastic ring to her he held the rope at the end of it. "Grab that I'll pull you back onboard." Olivia shook her head at him and tried doing backstroke.

Paul reached behind his back and pulled a small gun out of his trousers. Olivia saw it and ducked under the water but not quick enough. The bullet soar through her shoulder, she screamed in pain under the water, she resurfaced holding her shoulder, crying in pain and exhaustion, how the hell did she manage to get herself into these situations she wondered.

She was starting to feel dizzy again and began coughing, god her chest hurt and she could taste blood in her mouth again, but that could have been for two reasons. He pulled the ring in and then threw it out to her again. "Grab it or you'll drown." He yelled at her.

She wanted nothing more than to get as far away from the boat as possible but she had no choice, he was right she was about to drown, her body was numb and she wanted to live so she could put this guys sorry ass behind bars. She reluctantly put her arm over the ring.

He instantly started to pull her in, he pulled her up and over the rail, he caught her in his arms as she fell over onto the deck, she was coughing like crazy again and each time she did it hurt her shoulder like hell.

"Stupid, ungrateful bitch." He said through gritted teeth as he scooped her up into her arms and carried her back down below while she continued to cough.

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Elliot was sat at his desk he was going through Olivia's files, not entirely sure why but it made him feel like she was there with him and it was comforting. Someone, he wasn't sure who, had started a collection towards her funeral arrangements. A brown envelope was going round for the money to be placed into.

It was suddenly plonked onto his desk in front of him. He looked up to see Munch, Cragen and Fin. "Are you going to accept this?" Munch asked.

"That depends did you guys put anything in it." Elliot shot back unaware that he was stroking his fingers over Olivia's handwriting.

"Hell no! Look El call it intuition or whatever but I know that I am not the only one who believes she is still alive they would have found her body in there by now or at least something of her and they haven't. She's out there El and she needs our help." Fin said slamming his fist on his desk just to emphasise his point.

"Where do you suggest we start?" Elliot asked him.

Munch answered though. "Well the guys in the water have found nothing and they would have by now. I say we get guys on foot searching the areas surrounding the water, maybe she's managed to pull herself out and is lying injured on some bank." Cragen nodded in agreement.

"Right John I'll make some calls." He said running into his office.

"She wouldn't give up if it was one of us El, so let's not give up on her." Fin protested.

"Come on we'll start the foot search off." Elliot said getting up the others followed his lead, grabbed their coats and they all left.

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Olivia was jerked back to reality by a sharp pain. She opened her eyes, Paul was perched on the bed next to her, she heard a clank as metal hit glass, she looked to the side of her and saw Paul had pulled the bullet out of her shoulder and dropped it into a glass.

She dropped her head back down onto the pillow and scrunched her eyes tight together and tried to breathe through the pain of him cleaning the hole in her shoulder. He was being an ass, she knew he had pain killer but hadn't given her any.

"I can see you're in pain, but obviously pain killers stop you from thinking rationally so you're not getting anymore." He said matter-of-factly.

"Ugh…you son of a bitch..!" She spat out at him trying desperately to control the pain through breathing but it wasn't working.

He purposely pressed harder.

"Ugh…" She yelled in pain, she tried to pull away from him but he slapped her across her face with the back of his hand. Her cheek felt like it was going to explode.

He carried on poking and prodding at the wound, he eventually started to stitch it up. It hurt like hell and she tried to place her mind somewhere else. She thought about Elliot, she wondered if he had got out of the building before it blew up, or if he had still been inside.

Either way it didn't matter. She wasn't sure if she'd ever see him again anyway, she had a sickening feeling she was never going to get off this boat, but she was sure as hell going to try.

TBC

Poor Liv! For the record I don't like seeing her hurt but I do like to see her kick ass and think episodes based on her are the best. Who agrees with me?

Please review. Thanks for reading.