A/N: Another big thank you to Liv Cassidy for being such an awesome beta!
A few more months passed. The cases came and went; days off spent together came and went. Their relationship was still as strong as ever, if not stronger. They made it through a rough patch in their relationship, the stresses of the job weighing heavy on their minds, but they survived. They knew now that they could survive the fights, whatever was thrown at them, and they would come out together. All that mattered was that they had each other, that they loved each other, and that they would do anything for each other. That was what counted.
They had their usual Sunday morning routine, regardless of whose house they spent the night at, they would wake up, have coffee and a light breakfast, read the paper, then head to Central Park to watch the roller skaters. They laughed and talked all morning, grabbed lunch on the way back to whichever apartment they happened to be on their way back to and spent the rest of the day watching sports. Well, Brian watched sports. Olivia happily snuggled into him and listened to his commentary. She loved him so much she didn't care that she was missing The Rachel Maddow Show, or the Lifetime Movie of the Week, or Pitbulls ad Parolees; she just cared that she was with the man she loved.
Today, though, she wanted to switch it up a little. She wanted a little culture in her life. She wanted more than fresh air and sports. She wanted a champagne brunch and to visit the Whitney art gallery, so she gave it a shot. She was lying on her couch as Brian showered, one knee up, her other leg crossed over it, leaning her magazine there to read. She called out to him, "Hey, Bry, there's an exhibit of the Plein Air Painters at the Whitney. What do you say we head uptown and grab some brunch? Sound good?" She asked with a smile, looking over at him, as he had just emerged from the bedroom.
He looked at her, then behind him, and back to her. "A museum? Are you talking to me?"
She rolled her eyes. "I'll take that as a no," she said as she sat up, changing her position to get comfortable, resting her elbow on the back of the couch and her head on her hand. She looked at him as he walked around the couch. "So, another Sunday, watching rollerbladers in the park, I thought maybe we could switch it up," she said with a small smile.
He popped a piece of muffin in his mouth and smiled. "We will… next Sunday," he smirked and leaned down and kissed her head.
She had a small smile on her face, and her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead. She shook her head and rolled her eyes again. "Who's playing today?" she asked, knowing how crazy he was about his baseball.
"Mets and Diamondbacks, home game."
She smiled. "So we're grabbing lunch at the sports bar."
"You know me too well."
She took a deep breath. "Well, you enjoy your breakfast, I'm going to take a nice, long, hot shower," she said as she stood up, whispering the last part in his ear.
"You're so mean."
"Mean would be being loud enough for you to hear," she winked, knowing she was teasing him. She would get his attention this morning, one way or another.
"Without me?" he asked with a pout.
"It is baseball season, love. You need all your strength to root, root, root, for the home team," she sassed.
"Screw that."
She smiled. "So you can screw this?" she asked as she unzipped her sweatshirt and took off her top, looking at him as she walked into the bathroom. He realized he was standing, staring at her. "You going to join me, or stand there staring at me all day long?" she asked, biting her lip, slowing down, seeing him rushing to her. She wrapped her arms around him and giggled as he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him passionately, gently running her fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp. She felt him kissing her back, supporting her in his strong arms. He walked them into the bathroom and set her down to finish undressing her. She slipped his robe off, then his boxers, while he went to work on her pants and panties, the whole time never breaking the kiss. After a few more moments she broke the kiss, her chest heaving. She faced the shower, turning it on, and setting the temperature.
Brian smiled, and once the water was on he turned her back around and pushed her against the wall gently, kissing her again, taking her hands in his and lifting them over her head, pinning them to the wall. He heard her moan and he smirked, breaking the kiss and starting to kiss her neck and her chest. She gasped, and with that he picked her up again, wrapping her legs around his waist. She felt him move, supporting her back so she didn't fall as he stepped into the shower, making sure that her back was against the wall. The way they were positioned he was in alignment with where he needed to be to thrust into her. He wanted to know how she wanted it, because he personally didn't care, he just needed her. He broke the kiss, moving his lips over to her ear and whispered, "How do you want it, baby? Tell me how you want it."
She heard his words and her eyes rolled back into her head. Even just his words had the power to have her knees give out, and light a fire inside her. "I need you, now. Hard, fast. God, please, baby," she moaned, needing to feel him inside of her. She felt him thrust into her and she gasped and let out a loud moan, her head falling against the tile with a thud. "Shit, Bry."
He felt her grip him and he moaned. No matter how many times they had sex, rough or not she was still tight. He loved the way he fit perfectly inside her, like a glove. Stretching wasn't necessary; they just fit each other from day one. He started to move faster and harder, getting as deep as he could. He felt her moving with him, he heard her moans, her screams of pleasure, and the profanities that went with. He moaned and said her name as if it was a prayer being lifted to the heavens. He captured her lips again and kept moving as he bit at her bottom lip, and anywhere else he could possibly reach as he was inside of her.
Her back arched, her hand moved to the back of his head as her hips moved with him, in perfect sync. She was ready to fall over the edge, but she wanted to fall with him. She needed to fall with him. She kept moving as she let out a moan. "God, baby, I'm gonna come!"
He smirked, feeling ready himself, he leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Come for me baby, let me hear you." He started rubbing her clit, wanting her to have an incredible release.
She gasped and bit her bottom lip, moaning loudly as she fell over the edge, feeling him cum inside her only prolonged her orgasm, and she loved it. She finished, closing her eyes, her entire body was tingling. "Mmmm."
He smirked and kissed her neck and her lips. "Was it good, baby?"
She smiled and looked into his eyes. "God, it was more than good," she whispered and kissed him back, letting her feet fall to the floor of the tub. She smiled and ran her hands over his shoulders. "Mmm. I needed that."
He smiled and caressed her face. "I think we both did."
She giggled and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you so much."
He smiled. "I love you too, baby." She looked up at him and kissed him. She rested her head on his chest, her eyes closed, as they let the warm water wash over their bodies. He rubbed her back, holding her against his body. Times like this he wished he could savor for the rest of his life, that they didn't need to go anywhere, and they could just be. They fit so perfectly together, in each other's arms, it was like they were literally made to be together, like they were the missing piece to the other's puzzle.
She looked up at him and smiled gently. "We should probably get moving, if we want to make it to the sports bar in time for the game."
He looked at her. "How about we hang out here for a while, we'll head over to the sports bar in a little bit. I just want to hold you in my arms this morning; I could care less about watching people on skates."
She smiled and kissed his lips softly. "I knew I loved you for a reason."
He kissed her nose and smiled. "Come on, let's lie in bed and just relax for a bit, I'll rub your back if you'd like that."
She smiled and turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing two towels, handing him one and keeping one for herself. "Come on, let's go." She led him to the bed. He lay down and she lay on top of him, they were in the same position they were in while they were in the shower, but they were lying down. Brian rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head as her head rested on his chest. She let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes. This was paradise. This was bliss.
After a few hours they got up and got dressed, and headed off to the sports bar. They sat at the bar, watching the game. Olivia wasn't very interested in it, but this is what made Brian happy, and that made her happy, even if she couldn't tell you the names of anyone on the teams, or what position they played, or what their statistics were. She munched on the wings they ordered and stuck to drinking water. It was still too early for her to be drinking beer, or anything stronger for that matter. The only thing she would drink this early was champagne, and only when it was for something special. She realized that the game would be over soon, which meant they could go back to either apartment and just be together.
Just then, her phone rang. She looked at it, seeing Rollins's name come up on her screen. She answered it. "Amanda? Everything okay?"
"Hey Liv, I know it's our day off but I think I need you to come in. I caught a case while I was in the park and I just have a hunch."
Olivia let out a breath and squeezed the bridge of her nose. "Um, okay. I'll be there as soon as I can," she sighed and nodded. "Thanks Amanda." She hung up and she groaned. She stood up and slipped her arms around Brian's waist. "I got called into work."
"I thought you were off today?"
She rolled her eyes. "I was supposed to be. Amanda called, she caught a case while she was in the park and she said something about a hunch. Aren't you glad we weren't the ones in the park today?"
He smiled. "I enjoyed what we did much more."
She shook her head. "You're a piece of work," she laughed and kissed his lips. "I have to go. I love you."
He smiled. "I love you too. Call me when you get a free minute."
She smiled. "I promise," she whispered and kissed him again, grabbing her things and heading home to grab her car, and then driving to the precinct, arriving at the same time as her partner. She looked at him, "Rollins does know it's the weekend, right?"
Nick noticed that Brian wasn't with her. "Now, what'd you do, tie Cassidy to a No Parking sign? He can come in you know."
She chuckled. "Oh, I think he's happy. I left him at a sports bar, watching the Mets game, Matt Harvey, working on a perfect game." They got on the sidewalk where they saw Fin and Cragen getting out of a taxi.
"Wow, she called you all in too? Rollins is out of control," Fin said.
"Hey, she's your partner," Nick countered.
"No, it's fine, only six innings into a perfect game," Cragen stated.
"Uh, eight," Olivia corrected.
"Even better," Cragen replied.
They all walked into the squad room together to meet with Rollins only to find out that she called them all in on a lewdness misdemeanor. Needless to say that none of them were happy, even as she explained herself, they reluctantly took statements and took turns taking a crack at the perp. By the end of the afternoon, they all understood Rollins's hunch. There was definitely something going on with this guy, and as much as they wanted to keep him as long as they could because they all felt that as soon as he was back out on the streets, he would strike. But, because they couldn't run his prints, they had no record. They had no record and nothing to keep him on and therefore no reason to keep him. A lewdness misdemeanor would be two days in jail at the most, and a fine at the least.
As soon as they let him go, Olivia got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know just how bad it was going to get. She had no idea what this guy was capable of, and she had no idea how engrossed in this case she would truly get. She had no idea that the photographer who came in as witness to his lewdness charge would be his next victim, and she had no idea how sick this man really was. He tortured an elderly woman for eighteen hours, and by the time the police arrived it had been hours since he left. Her apartment smelt of burnt flesh, blood, hot metal, all mixing together. It was something one would expect from a place like Gitmo, but not something anyone would expect from a man who was living in a civilized society would do to another person without damn good reason.
Just two days after Alice was found and started her journey of healing and recovery from the rape and torture she endured under the hand of Lewis, she was found dead in her apartment. She had a heart attack. They couldn't pin that on him, even though the stress of what she endured was most likely what caused it, they couldn't prove it. They tried their hardest to get a conviction against him for the rape and torture of Alice Parker, even if they couldn't get a murder charge, but without a victim it was nearly impossible. And sure enough, the judge threw the case out after a lab error that could have caused cross contamination. With no evidence, and no living victim to testify against Lewis, there was a slim chance he would be re-tried. There was nothing more they could do, they had to wait for him to strike again, as much as they all hated it.
Nick asked if Olivia wanted to talk, and she declined. She hadn't been home since this case started. She didn't want to go home. Brian wasn't there. She needed him with her tonight, and he was working. She hated this. And to make it worse, Cragen told her to stay home, for two days. He knew she needed to take care of herself. She sighed. She was planning on staying in the cribs until she could be with Brian tomorrow night. She really didn't feel safe with Lewis out on the streets. God only knows what he would do next, and who his next target would be.
Little did she know, he was her next target, and he was already at her apartment, waiting for her. William Lewis was a sociopath, and a psychopath. His actions were careful and deliberate, he felt no remorse for any of his victims, and even he wasn't exactly sure why it was he did what he did. Maybe it was out of boredom, maybe it was because he just wanted to see how many people he could break, like pulling the wings off a butterfly. He wanted to see how the human psyche worked, and how different people were willing to fight, use everything they have, and how others were so willing to just give in to what he wanted. He was going to find out just hard this detective was willing to fight to stay alive.
Olivia stopped at a market down the street before heading home, getting something to make herself for dinner so she wasn't ordering take out… Again. She walked into her apartment and set her things down on the counter. She heard a noise and she turned around. "Hello?" she called out, walking slowly towards the source of the noise. She didn't draw her gun because she left it at the station. She wasn't going to be there for two days, she had no reason to bring her gun with her, and before she knew it she had a gun aimed at her head.
"Welcome home, Detective Benson," Lewis said with a smile on his face, he ran the gun over her cheek, he saw her stance get stiff, her face turn to one of terror as she tried to get her face away from the gun. He moved closer to her, then behind her. He grabbed her, his hand over her mouth so she didn't make a sound and dragged her down.
She bit his hand, and when he moved it she screamed, only to receive a slap to the face. She looked up at him. "You're never going to get away with this."
He laughed. "You seem to have forgotten how my last trial ended." She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, and then she saw the duct tape come out. "Enough talking." He took a stretch of tape and placed it over her mouth. He got her up and put her in a chair, taping her wrists and knees so she couldn't move. He caressed her face and smiled. "There, that's just how I like my women, quiet, and bound,"
She closed her eyes, feeling his hand on her face made her feel sick. She wished with everything she had in her that Brian were here. That she could call someone, that anyone was here. She knew it would be a long time before people found out what was going on, and until them it was her and Lewis, but she was determined to fight. Just then she heard her phone ring. She opened her eyes to see Lewis go back to the kitchen to get her phone.
He held it in front of her, so she could see it. "Who is it?" She glared at him, he took the duct tape off her mouth and she spit at him, she received a blow to his face, thanks to his gun. She looked back up at him, still saying silent. "Who. Is it?" he said, his voice growing cold.
She looked into his eyes and she shook her head, her mouth staying cold. She wouldn't put the man she loved in danger. No way. She wasn't going to get him involved in this, she didn't want him to see her this way. She took a deep breath and let it out, knowing what Lewis was capable of, and that he would start proving it to her any second.
"Don't want to tell me?" He asked, throwing her phone on the floor and stepping on it. "I don't like interruptions." He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. She could smell the smoke and she started coughing. She smoked when she was a teenager, everyone smoked when she was a teenager, but she quit in her early twenties. She saw the cigarette coming closer to her and she closed her eyes, earning a slap from Lewis. "Oh no, your eyes stay open." She felt him move her shirt and she bit her bottom lip as the cigarette made contact with her collarbone. She clenched her fists behind her and struggled not to scream, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Oh, you like being burned, huh? We're going to have a lot of fun here." He started to laugh and then he left the room.
She didn't know where he went, but she didn't care. She closed her eyes and let out a breath, trying to stop her shoulder from burning. She tried getting her hands free, she had to figure out a way to get out of here. She needed a way that she could fight against him. "Come on," she whispered, smelling metal starting to burn. No, God no. He was going to brand her just like he did to Alice. She prepared herself for what was to come.
He came back in and took the tape off her knees and hands, starting to take off her clothes. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to fight the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She could not and would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he made her cry. He led her back to the living room and pushed her on the couch. He went back and reheated the hanger and walked back to the couch, pressing the hot metal to her lower abdomen. She rested her fist on her forehead, finding it harder and harder to not scream, to not cry.
He smirked and stood up, looming over her. "We should hit the road. We can't have all the fun here, too messy." She swallowed hard. Her entire body was shaking. "Get dressed." He said, throwing her clothes back to her. She did as she was told and stood up looking at him. "Good, now come on." He grabbed her and started moving. She wasn't quite steady on her feet yet and her ankle twisted, that was it. She screamed. She caught up to him, walking with a limp.
She looked at him. "Where are you taking me?"
He smirked. "That's for me to know, and all your little cop friends to find out."
She took a deep breath and followed him. She knew she had to do what he wanted. She needed to stay alive, no matter what it took.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Review here or on Twitter SVUConnoissuer. Next chapter will go deeper into what Lewis does to her and then her rescue. So who will #SaveBenson? You'll find out soon enough. Also, 50 Shades is on hold until I get at least the next chapter of this up, as I want to get past the premiere on here BEFORE the premiere actually airs, so I can compare how sick, demented, and twisted I am to the level of the Writers. Hopefully, I'm not NEARLY as sick... then again, I may be worse. Oops.