Chapter 2- The capability of words

Earlier that day..

"Good morning." Elliot greeted her with a smile when he walked into the squad.

Olivia looked up from her desk, giving him a short but warm smile before continuing looking down at the files below her.

Elliot shrugged, "What is it?" he asked, now standing behind her, "-a new case?"

"Yes." She skimmed the file back to the very first page. "Tracy Mcadams, 21-" she tapped on the victims photo, "she's visiting her aunt in town. Had been raped after leaving their house." She looked up at him, "I've been with her all night in the hospital. I came in maybe an hour ago to finish the paperwork." She said and handled him the case file.

"Why didn't you call me?" he wondered and took the file, not losing eye contact for a second.

Olivia shrugged, "I knew the twins were staying at yours yesterday." She gave him a slight smile. "I didn't want to interrupt your family time." She simply said.

Elliot pressed his lips, "You didn't need to do that. You should've called me."

"For what?" giving him a small laugh, "I was well able to do this on my own." She rolled her eyes and stood up. "Unbelievable." She mumbled, while stroking a strand of her out of her face.

He studied her face for a moment and lowered his head a bit, "You're right-" he said and softly grabbed her arm. "I'm sorry.." he waited until she faced him again. "Thank you for giving us some time together. I owe you one."

She gave him a smile and nodded her head. "Never mind." She made her way through the room, getting herself a fresh cup of coffee. "Just take a long in that file, and tell me you see something I don't." Her voice now a bit louder as she was standing a few feet away.

Elliot looked after her, watching how her body moved. "Ah yes, already on it." He said and took a glance at the case file. Skimming through the pages, "There is no description of the suspect?" he wondered.

"No." Olivia shock her head, standing next to him then again. She took a nip of her coffee, her hands were wrapped around the warm mug, "He attacked her from behind, she didn't see anything."

"So where is she now?" he asked and closed the file. He walked around the desk and sat down on his chair.

"An officer brought her home after the examination." she put the mug back at her desk and rubbed her tired eyes with her hands, letting out a small sigh.

Elliot looked up at her, "You look tired, Liv. Why don't you go home and take some rest. I'm going to call you as soon as something comes up." He said.

"I'm fine." She answered quickly. "I just need to wait until the caffeine sets in."

He rose his eyebrows at her. "There is nothing you can do right now but wait for the lab results come back." He said. "-and I'm capable to do this alone." He grinned at her, making her grin in return.

"Very funny." She laughed at him. "Okay, you're probably right." She said grabbing her coat. "Call me if there is anything new."

"Copied that." he smiled at her and watched her leave.

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Her bloody face hit the surface at full tilt. With her arms tied up behind her back she had problems moving around- still she tried but he pushed her back down right away. "What are you thinking where you're going?" he said amused. He held her down with one hand and with the other he put the gun back into his jeans. Olivia puffed through her hair which covered the half of her face. Her clear vision recurred slowly and she tried to look around. They were in the parents' bedroom. The curtains were wide open and sunlight approached them. He had dropped her on the bed, an old framed wooden bed. The mattress was soft and you could hear it squeaking every time someone was moving an inch. Her eyes scanned the area desperately for something might help her out of this situation. "Huh?" he repeated and loosened the grip on her. Now he roughly yanked off her coat as good as possible with her hands still tied up and turned her around with one jerk.

Olivia gasped as the force hit her body, the mattress moved with her up and down. She shook her head to clear her sight. She looked up at him, "Easy.. easy" she breathed heavily. "Listen to me-" she waited for him to look at her, "I am a New York Police Detective." She paused for a second, "just.. let's just think about what you are doing here." She lightly nodded her head, watching him just stare at her.

He just stood there for a moment, now grinning at her amused. "Do you really think I care about who you are?" he simply said. "Do you really think I'm afraid of you, afraid because you are carrying a badge on your waist?" He went over to her and bent down, grabbing for her blazer. He shoved it aside, revealing her golden badge holstered to her belt. He took it off, examined it with his eyes for a while and then tossed it over in the corner of the room. Olivia watched it landing on the floor, bouncing once again before stopping in the corner next to the window. He bent down to her bringing his face only inches above hers. His hands were resting next to her shoulders. Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, not backing up a second. "And now?" he chuckled, "Now you are my bitch!".

"Your bitch, huh?" Olivia hissed, her voice very low. Her eyes darkened when she looked at him, "You won't get away with any of this!".

The corners of his mouth dropped and he lowered his head a bit, loosing eye contact with her. "Yeah.." He pursed his lips and nodded slightly. He looked up again and smirked at her, "I doubt that, sweetheart." He said. Olivia scuffed at his words and turned her head away from his.

All of the sudden he slapped her across the face, giving him a short yelp of surprise. The spot where he had hit her burned on her skin, her already aching head was throbbing in pain.

He stood up and walked over to the door. "Oh this is gonna be so much fun." He took off his large checked shirt, which he wore above his light brown T-shirt. He used the door knob next to him as a wardrobe and hung the shirt on it. Olivia utilized that he wasn't watching her for a moment and she sat up at the edge of the bed. It was too risky to try something, if her hands were tied together in front of her she might had at least a chance to overpower him but with her hands bound at her back there was nothing she could possible think of to do but trying to work on him with her words.

When he'd finally turn around to face her, she looked at him- trying to find the right words. She bend her head a little to the side, "So how about you untie me then-" she took a breath, "I know men like you want a struggle." Her voice was slinky, her lips forming a slightly smile.

TBC

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