A/N: I was going to update Rollercoaster but this one had more reviews, so here it is. Please read and review for more. This chapter is for Iwannahamberger2.

Disclaimer: Maybe I should ask for them for my birthday... I won't get them though, so I'll just borrow and return them ASAP but ASAP could be a very long time. LOL.


The next minute, Andrew could be heard laughing. The bullet had flown through the gap between Olivia and Casey and lodged in the wall. He had missed the both of them on purpose. His aim was to just scare them and it worked well. Both women were shaking and taking deep breaths, in a desperate attempt to calm themselves down.

"Andrew, please put down the gun," Olivia pleaded with him again.

Andrew shook his head angrily. "No," he growled and kept his gun aimed at them. "You're a cheater! I hate cheaters! You need to pay!" He cocked the hammer of the gun again.

Olivia nodded and put her hands up in surrender. "No-one needs to get hurt here, Andrew. Put down the gun," she said firmly.

"No!" he snapped and took a step closer to Olivia and Casey. "Neither of you are going anywhere, so get comfortable."

"What are we waiting for exactly?!" Olivia snipped.

"Shut up!" Andrew snarled, waving his gun at her. "You talk too much. You're too vocal, just like during sex! Just. Shut. Up!"

Andrew blurting out something that was as personal as that embarrassed the crap out of Olivia.

She sighed and bowed her head.

Casey was too scared to move so she didn't even make an attempt to comfort her friend this time.

The apartment phone started to ring and Andrew walked off to go answer it, inadvertently turning his back on Olivia and Casey.

Taking the opportunity, Olivia leaned over and whispered in to Casey's ear. "I'm going to jump him so when I say so, I want you to run. Get out of the apartment."

Casey's eyes opened wide in shock. "Liv, no way. I'm not leaving," she whispered back.

"I don't want you hurt, so when I say, you run, I mean it, Casey. Save yourself," Olivia hissed. "Call for help when you get out."

Sighing in defeat, Casey nodded. "Okay."

Andrew hung up the phone and returned with a sadistic smile on his face sending a shiver down both Olivia's and Casey's spine.

"That was your lover. I let him know that you were a little on the busy side. He said he'll call you back later," he snickered and looked away momentarily when something caught his eye on the coffee table.

Olivia took the opportunity and pounced on him. "Now, Casey! Get out of here!" she yelled, fighting against Andrew.

"Bitch!" Andrew yelled, fighting back.

Casey got up and ran toward the door, jumping at the sound of a gun shot, which thanks to Olivia's quick reflexes ended up hitting near the top of the wall just inches from Casey. She quickly opened the door and ran out, reluctantly leaving Olivia to fend for herself. Running toward the elevator, she pulled out her cell phone and called for the police.

"Give up the damn gun!" Olivia growled and punched Andrew in the face, causing him to drop the gun.

"No, bitch!" he snapped back and he got her with a brutal right hook, getting her in the jaw.

Olivia groaned in pain but kept on struggling against him. She punched him two times in quick succession. Effectively getting him in the nose and left eye.

"Think you're stronger then me, Detective? I think not," Andrew snipped and overpowered her, rolling her on to her back on the floor, so he was straddling her. He grabbed both of her arms and pinned them up above her head before leaning down, so he was just inches from her face. "Was it worth it?" he asked, lowly.

"What are you talking about?" Olivia groaned, still trying to fight against him as she tried not to puke from the smell of his breath.

"Was it worth it sleeping with your partner?" he growled.

"I didn't sleep with Elliot," she stressed and tried to knee him in the groin but he moved before she could get him.

"Uh uh uh, Detective. We can't have that."

Olivia struggled against him. "Get off me, you bastard!"

Keeping the gun trained on Olivia, Andrew got off of her. "You. Will. Pay," he said in between boots to the ribs.

"You son of a bitch!" Olivia moaned in pain as she rolled around on the floor, holding her ribs. "What the hell your problem?!"

"You! You are my problem!" he yelled and kicked her in the stomach, winding her.

"You prick!" she groaned, holding her stomach. "You're so going down for assault on an officer, I swear," she panted, trying to regulate her breathing.

"Do you think I care?" He pulled her up by her hair and sat her up on the couch, ignoring her protests and cries of pain. "Stop whining. What happened to being a bad ass?" he snickered.

"Fuck you," Olivia choked out.

"You've already done that dozens of times. Did you forget?"

"I would happily forget if you would let me," Olivia snipped.

In response, Andrew whacked her in the face with the butt of his gun, leaving a bleeding cut on her left cheek bone. "Okay, that's it. No more talking," he growled and pulled her off the couch roughly before pulling her in to the bedroom.

Olivia's memories of her undercover gig in Sealview came back and she started to shake. She wasn't going to have a repeat of that or worse. She snapped. Olivia stopped him by kicking him in the back of the knees, causing him to lose balance.

Andrew quickly regained his balance and turned to face her. "Deciding to fight back again, huh? Not in enough pain yet?"

"No you aren't," she replied and kneed him in the groin.

"Ahh!" Andrew groaned and fell to the floor, holding himself as he rolled around.

Olivia took the opportunity and kicked the gun away before she started to kick him over and over again.

The apartment door was kicked open and several uniformed officers ran in with their guns ready.

"Detective Benson?" one called out.

"Bedroom!" Olivia called back, painfully.

The officers ran in to the bedroom and saw Olivia turning Andrew on to his stomach with his arms behind his back.

"We got him," two older officers said, taking over and cuffing Andrew.

"You okay, Detective?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Elmhurst," she replied as Officer Kelsey Elmhurst helped her out of the apartment.

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Being led out of the apartment building by an paramedic, Olivia caught sight of Casey standing by the ambulance. "I thought I told you to go, Casey," she said, shaking her head.

"You told me to get out of the apartment and call for help," Casey stated. "And that's what I did. Are you okay?" she said and gave her a hug.

Olivia hissed in pain and Casey pulled away.

"Oh, Liv, I'm sorry. What the hell did he do to you?"

"He had fun kicking the shit out of my ribs," Olivia replied and sighed. "I just want to go have a lay down but don't really want to go back in to my apartment."

"Detective, you need to go to the hospital," the paramedic told her firmly.

Olivia shook her head. "I'm fine," she stressed.

"Detective..."

"Just give me the damn forms to sign."

The EMT sighed and passed Olivia the forms.

She signed them and passed them back. "Done. Now go please," Olivia muttered and sat down on a low brick wall.

Casey sat down beside her and patted her back. "You want to stay with me?"

"Yes please. Thanks so much."

"You're welcome. Let's go back up to your apartment to get some stuff and we'll head to my place," Casey said and stood up, waiting for Olivia to get up behind her.

As soon as they walked back in to Olivia's apartment, the phone started to ring. Olivia looked at Casey, furrowing her brows.

"You want me to answer it?" Casey asked.

Olivia shook her head. "No, that's okay," she replied and answered the phone. "Benson."

"Hi sis." The voice sent a shiver down Olivia's spine.

"What the hell do you want, Simon?" she asked, not in the mood to talk to him.

"Is that guy leaving you alone now?" he asked, sadistically.

"Why the hell did you do it? He was good to me. How did you get the photos of me and Elliot anyway?" She was getting very angry.

"That is none of your business... I was saving you. He's a bad man."

"Tell me, Simon," she said, gritting her teeth.

Simon sighed over the phone. "I paid someone when I saw Elliot heading over to your apartment," he replied honestly.

"Did you pay this person to call me?"

"No," Simon replied, genuinely confused. "Why? Who's been calling you, Liv?"

"So you didn't pay anyone to place any creepy phone calls?" she asked again firmly.

"No, Olivia, honestly. I didn't want to cause you any harm. I just wanted that guy to leave you alone."

"Why, Simon?" Olivia pushed. "How did you even know that I was seeing anyone?"

Not wanting to answer that question, Simon hung up on her.

"Bastard!" Olivia yelled and chucked the phone. It collided with the wall and fell to the floor in smashed pieces.

Casey walked over to Olivia and went to comfort her but Olivia flinched.

"Don't" she muttered. "I'm just going to pack some stuff," she said and walked in to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Casey sighed and ran a hand through her long strawberry blond hair.

Someone was screwing with Olivia's mind and they had to find out who it was and stop them. And it had to be soon. Really soon.

And knowing Olivia would most probably continue to put up with it, Casey knew that she would have to recruit someone to help her to stop this person before it got any worse and she'd have to do it without Olivia's knowledge, which was going to be very hard because someone could over hear and tell her.

She scrubbed a hand down her face and looked up to see Olivia just emerging from the bedroom with an overnight bag in hand.

"You ready to go?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah. Let's get out of here. I'll clean up this place tomorrow."