Chapter 6

Like hell he was just going to sit around and wait. It took Elliot all of about 15 minutes to figure out where she had gone. He had to wait until the Feds got their shit together before Cragen would allow him to drive off. They took 45 minutes. 45 minutes of pure and totally agony. It was torture waiting for them. He knew where she was, why couldn't he just drive by himself up there?

Because he was going to kill White, that's why, and Cragen knew it. Elliot paced back and forth unable to relax. "He could be doing God knows what to her, and we are sitting here with our thumbs up our asses!" He roared as he paced back and forth between Munch and Fin's desks.

"They're here." Cragen announced as he came out of his office, "Let's go. Munch and Fin you are riding with Agent Bernard, Elliot, you and me are riding with Agent Porter." Elliot gave him the look of death and Cragen knew exactly what he was thinking, "He wants to find her just as much as we do, Elliot." Cragen said warning Elliot to control his temper.

Elliot put up his hands in defense, "Fine."

EOEOEOEOEO

Olivia woke up groggy, her vision was blurry and she couldn't remember where she was or what had happened. She looked at her hands and noticed that they were covered in blood. She looked down at her blouse, it was torn, her chest was heaving out of her bra and she had a 4 inch gash on her chest that was bleeding profusely. She also had the world's largest headache. She put her hand to her head to stop the pounding, only to realize that she was bleeding from her head too.

She took a deep breath and tried not to panic. Where ever she was, she was alive. She had survived. Wasn't that the most important thing? That is what she told her victims at least. But what had she survived? What the hell happened, and where the FUCK was she? She quickly turned around and saw a body lying across the floor, a pool of blood around him. White, she knew that much at least. She looked to her left and saw his mother with a bullet through her head.

Before she could process anything else she heard sirens coming, "Elliot," she said softly. She tried to get up as carefully as possible, although as she stood up she noticed a pain through her ankle that she had never experienced before. She looked down to see her foot hanging to the side, clearly broken. She collapsed to the floor and wrapped her arm around her injured ankle and cried from the pain.

When the sirens got louder and she forced herself to crawl the door. She reached the front door and pushed it open. The sunlight stung her eyes, and her vision was still blurry. She made it to the porch when she heard him, "OLIVIA!" He called out as Porter stopped the vehicle and Elliot jumped out full force, "Olivia!" He said panicked when he saw her body covered in blood. He ran up the porch steps and collected Olivia into his arms, "Are you okay?" He asked as he held her tight to his body.

Don and Porter watched Elliot embrace Olivia for a minute or two before they walked up to the porch, "Olivia, what happened? Where is White?" Don asked as Elliot was pulling off his coat and placing it around Olivia's shoulder.

On the verge of tears she answered her superior, "He's inside...dead." She said apologetically and turning to Elliot, "I'm sorry; I just can't remember what happened." She said as she ran her blood covered hand over her eyebrow. She gave a confused look, "How did I get here?"

Don, Porter, and Elliot gave each other nervous looks, but no one said anything.

"Where are we?" Olivia asked Elliot as he held a cloth to her head to stop some of the bleeding. Elliot's eyes widened, she was scaring him, scaring the shit out of him to be exact.

"Do you remember driving here?" Elliot asked softly.

Olivia shook her head, "You still haven't told me where we are yet, Elliot!" She said in an angry tone. The mood swing did not go unnoticed either.

They knew that was not a good sign, "Elliot, take her to the hospital now!" Don ordered and Porter threw Elliot the keys to the van that they had just arrived in. Don watched enough medical shows to know that she could have serious head injury.

"Can you walk, Liv?" Elliot asked as he tried to help her up, along with Don and Porter.

"OWE!!!!" She screamed out like nothing Elliot had ever heard before and collapsed to the floor crying in pain.

"Her ankle," Porter pointed out the mangled looking thing.

Elliot saw the bone sticking out of Olivia's skin and he had to hold back the vomit that was sitting in the back of throat, "I'm going pick you up, okay?" He asked her very carefully. He saw the look on Don's face and knew that she could be in serious trouble. How do you not remember your ankle being broke?

Elliot carefully placed Olivia in his arms and Cragen and Porter helped load her into the van. They were all thankful that the van was equipped with medical supplies and a stretcher. Don and Porter wrapped Olivia's ankle while Elliot attended to her head and chest wounds. He placed a wad of gauze around her head in hopes that the blood would clot soon. She was crying out the entire time. Olivia had a strong tolerance for pain, Elliot knew this, Elliot saw this every day for the past 9 years. So when Olivia did scream out in pain he knew that it had to of hurt real bad.

Once her head was wrapped as well as he could do it, he looked at the blood still oozing from her chest. Jesus, she is going to kill me, he thought when he went to attend to her upper breast. His hands were shaking and he felt Don and Porters eyes fixed on him. Elliot knew this was an emergency situation and that Don and Porter didn't think he was trying to cop-a-feel or anything, but Elliot still couldn't help but feel awkward about it.

When they had her situated Don radioed to central that Stabler was on his way to the Hospital with Benson who was in bad shape. They watched Elliot take off like a bat out of hell, and then heard the sirens from Munch, Fin and Agent Bernard.

"About time," Cragen snapped at the trio.

"Where is Benson?" Fin asked when he saw the pool of blood on the porch.

"Stabler just took her to the hospital." Don answered.

"She going to be okay?" Fin asked.

"I hope so." Don said.

"What do we got?" Agent Bernard asked stepping up onto the porch.

"White is inside, Benson said he was dead, but she has no memory of what happened." Don answered as the 5 men walked into the house. They saw White's mother right away. She was sitting in a rocking chair; eye's wide open with a bullet through her skull.

"Sick fuck," Fin mumbled.

The living room floor looked like someone had spray painted the floors in blood, there was blood everywhere, "This must have been where Benson was," Don stated at the pool of blood on the floor. He could see the trail marks from the spot to the porch.

"Captain!" Agent Porter shouted motioning everyone to come over, "This must have been where White was…" He said pointing to another pool of blood.

"Where'd he go?" Munch asked aloud, scared of the answer, "The trail of blood stops here."

"Split up," Don ordered, "He couldn't have gone far."

EOEOEOEOEO

"You don't let her out of your sight. Do you understand me?" Cragen ordered through his cell phone.

"I won't, but is it safe to bring her to the hospital?" Elliot asked as he sped through the country roads.

"We have no choice, Elliot. If it was just the broken ankle and cuts I would say no, but she might be hemorrhaging on her brain. She needs the Hospital, that is why I said you don't leave her, you got it? I don't care if the Doctors and nurses beat you with there stethoscopes, you. Do. Not. Leave. Her. Alone!"

"I got it." Elliot said and looked behind him to see if Olivia had woken up yet. She had been unconscious since they wrapped her ankle.

"Is she awake?" Don asked.

"Not yet." Elliot answered as he squeezed her hand, praying that she would be alright.

"Okay call me when you get there."

EOEOEOEO

When Elliot got to the hospital the Feds had the place surrounded, which for the first time in Elliot's life he was thankful for. They also collected a couple of Doctors and nurses and told them about Olivia's situation.

With in 5 minutes of her being there she was already in the MRI machine. Elliot thanked the Doctors and nurses countless times for helping her. He was a nervous wreck and didn't have any idea how to control the situation.

"We're almost done, Detective Stabler," One of the nurses said to him sympathetically, "Would you like a change of clothes? I'm sure we can get you into a pair of scrubs." She said with a smile.

Elliot looked down at his appearance, blood everywhere, her blood. He didn't know why but he couldn't wash it way, couldn't take it off, it was a part of her, and he wasn't ready to let go yet, "No, I'm fine." He said walking away from her.

EOEOEOEO

"Just a severe concussion. She will be fine, well she's going to be in a lot of pain and is going to need a lot of assistance for the next few months, but other then that she is going to make a full recovery," Elliot told Don over the phone. He was sitting in the arm chair waiting for her to wake up.

"That's great news," Don said and paused before he spoke again, "A vehicle is coming to get you guys soon. That is all I can say. We'll find him soon and then you guys can come home."

"She's going to hate this, you know."

"Yeah I know I wouldn't like it either if I were her. Has she woken up at all?"

"No, not yet. The Doctors say any time now."

"Well maybe it will be better if she wakes up when you guys are already moved." Don said, "She won't be able to run then." He said with a smirk.

Elliot let out a little laugh, "I think you're right."

"You going to be okay with out Kathy and kids?"

Elliot sighed, he was going to miss his kids, especially his newborn son; but he didn't have a choice, "Yeah, I'll manage." He said placing his hand in Olivia's.

"Okay then son, this is goodbye for now. Take care of our girl."

"I will. Goodbye Don."