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WARNING: CONTAINS RACIST LANGUAGE.
"Olivia, baby, calm down! Everything gonna be okay!"
Fin pleaded with her to listen, tears in his own eyes, but he doubt she even heard him over her screams.
It had been going on ten minutes now, no sign of either of them, and Olivia's screams began to weaken.
"Help me!" She screamed once more, desperate for anything to help her, fighting back the urge to push.
"Liv, hang on! Just hang on, baby girl!"
She let out another heart wrenching scream, the pain ripping through her with every passing second.
Fin heard foot steps coming down the steps before the door opened, and light flooded into the tiny room.
"Well, well, well," Adam smirked, flipping on the light, and Fin gasped, and tears welled up in his eyes at what he saw.
A large puddle of blood had formed under Olivia and covered her mid section, and it looks by no means that it would stop anytime soon.
"Help her!" Fin pleaded, desperate to save her and his unborn child. "Save them, please!!"
Joseph turned to him, grinning madly. "Shut up, coon. This is just what you deserve."
"Took the injection long enough to kick in," Adam said, as he casually walked over to Olivia and stood by her bedside.
"Please!" she screamed, arching her back, desperate for any kind of help. "Please help my baby!"
Adam snickered before taking his hands and lightly placing them on Olivia's stomach.
"And infest the world with even more nigger scum? Don't think so."
And with a grunt, he pressed down on the bump on Olivia's stomach as hard as he could.
"Leave them alone!" Fin screamed as more blood gushed out of her and she let out another horrorfying scream of pain.
Adam chuckled before going to the head of the bed and un cuffed her.
She shot up and wrapped her arms around her stomach, groaning and screaming in pain.
He went to the foot of the bed and uncuffed her there as well, and yanked her to the edge of the bed, the blood pouring out of her even more.
"Push," he commanded, pushing her back down.
"No!"Fin pleaded. "Olivia, don't push! For the love of god, don't push!"
"Shut up, nigger!" Adam screamed, before turning back to Olivia. "Push, now," he growled.
She tried to hold it back, knew that no good would come from it if she did, but her body wouldn't let her hold it in any longer. The baby was coming now and was causing her too much pain and blood loss. Her own body betrayed her.
Baring down on the edge of the mattress, she took a deep breath and pushed the baby out, and with a large gush of blood and fluids, he slid out of her and she collapsed on the mattress. He didn't cry.
"Give me my baby!" Olivia screamed, being to weak to even fight.
Adam picked him up and rocked him gently, smirking down at him. He was just under four months developed, and squirmed so little, you had to be holding him to feel it.
"Aww, isn't that adorable? It was gonna be another nigger pimp like his father."
He turned towards Fin and showed the small bloody child. "Congratulations, daddy."
He took the knife out of his pocket and cut the cord before lying him on the cold, dirty ground.
"Give him to me!" Olivia cried, the blood flowing faster then ever.
Adam turned back to her and smirked
"Give him a name," he ordered Olivia.
"Give me my son!"
"Give the fucker a name!" He yelled, aiming his gun at her.
Olivia managed to think despite her pain and her situation, and the first name she thought of, she blurted out, desperate to hold her son in her arms, to get him help, get him out of here.
"Elliot!"
"Elliot what?"
"Elliot Stabler!"
Adam chuckled before nodding and looking down at Elliot, who was still squirming, still trying to fight for his life, short as it was.
"Elliot Stabler Benson... I like it."
He aimed the gun at him, and in a flash, he shot him through the head, a loud resounding "CRACK" echoing through the room.
Elliot and Munch pulled up to the gas station and ran into the tiny shop, their hands on their pieces.
They both looked around and noticed no one was in there.
"Hello!" Elliot yelled, ringing the service bell. "We need to speak to whoever's in charge now!"
"Maybe they're not here?" suggested Munch, his stomach lurching at the thought.
"No!" They have to be! They have to! This is our only lead!"
They heard foot steps coming from below them and soon, Joseph appeared from the basement.
"Sorry about that, sir" Joseph said, closing the door behind him, not yet seeing who it was. "Me and my brother were-"
He turned around and when he saw Elliot, his eyes widened and the fake smile disappeared from his face, leaving faces of dread and shock.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled before bolting back down to the basement, slamming the door behind him.
Elliot jumped over the counter in a flash and rushed towards the door, pulling on the handle, but he had locked it behind them.
He kicked it once, twice, and finally, on the third time, the door burst wide open.
He drew his weapon and Munch followed him, his own piece drawn as well. They ran down the long, rickety steps, dim lamps hanging above them their only source of light.
As then neared the bottom of the steps, they saw two doorways down the hallway, one right by them, the other about ten yards away.
"I got the first, you take the second!" Munch shouted, rushing towards the first door and slamming up against it, breaking it open.
Inside was a thin, dog eared sleeping bag and a bucket in the corner. The only light was the same dim over hangs that had led them down here. Also-
"Uncle Munch!" Tina shrieked, getting up from the floor and limping over to him, her ankle twisted in a wrong direction. A large bruise covered the left side of her tear streaked face, but otherwise, she looked unharmed.
He ran towards her and picked her up and hugged her tighter then he ever had before.
"I want my mommy!" she cried, a fresh batch of tears began streaming down her face, burying her face in his shoulder.
"She's gonna be okay, she's gonna be okay. Come on."
Munch ran out of the building, holding her closer, desperate to get her out of here incase any shooting were to begin.
He rushed up the stairs and out to the car and opened the back seat.
"Get down and hide, okay?" he said placing her on the floor of the car. "Don't come up until you hear three knocks on the window okay? No matter what, wait for those three knocks, okay Tee?"
"I want my mommy and daddy!" she repeated, beginning to cry again.
"Sweetie, I promise you'll see them again, just right now you have to hide down there, okay?"
She still cried, but she managed to nod and curled up in a ball between the drivers and back seat.
Munch took off his jacket and covered her with it before locking and shutting the door and rushing back inside.
Elliot ran towards the other door, his heart racing, his hands shaking. He heard screaming from inside, it sounded like Fin. He put his ear against the door and heard.
"You bastard!" It sounded like he was sobbing as well as screaming. "I'll kill you! I swear to fucking dog I'll kill you!! Oh god no! No!"
He kicked it, and it didn't even budge. He slammed his whole body weight up against it, but nothing.
He backed up, taking a deep breath and letting out a loud, determined yell before running full force at the door, it slamming open at his weight.
"POLICE! FREEZE!" he yelled, his gun pointed in front of him.
His eyes landed on the bed, and he gasped and took a step back.
Olivia laid unconsious on the bed, her entire lower half seemed to be covered in blood, something small and bloody laid on the ground beside her.
"Elliot, look out!" he heard Fin shout, and he turned, just in time to see Adam come at him with the knife.
He grabbed a hold of his wrist and the two fell to the ground, fighting for the knife.
Adam hit him hard outside the head, and Elliot punched him with as much force as he could muster in th nose.
He let out a groan and cupped his bloody nose.
"Fucking bitch," Elliot growled, flipping him over and cuffing his hands behind him.
"You can't save her," he laughed. "It's too late, she's bleeding out to fast."
Elliot dragged him over and cuffed him to the chains that had held Olivia up when they whipped her.
He searched him and pulled out a ring of keys before running over to Fin.
"I'm fine, worry about Olivia!"
Elliot ran over to her and checked her pulse.
"Oh my god," he whispered, his fingers feeling nothing but cold, clammy skin.
"Olivia, no! Olivia don't do this to me!" he yelled getting out his radip.
"I need a bus to Goodwills gas station on 83rd and 2nd! I got an officer down, no pulse, she's about four months preg-"
"Not anymore," Fin whispered, tears coming to his eyes.
Elliot looked over to him in confusion before his eyes widened before looking down at their dead child, and even with all the blood and matter, he could make out the outline of a very premature child.
"Oh god," he groaned, bile rising in his throat.
He noticed that the ambilicul cord still had yet to be delievered and blood was pouring out from it.
He took a deep breath and picked up the radio once more. "Be- be advised the victom just gave birth 5 months prematurlly, and has yet to delever the plecenta. The.. .the childs dead."
He put the radio down, not even bothering to listen to a response, before he ripped the sleeve from his t-shirt and tied it around the cord, cutting off any more blood flow from it.
"You're gonna be okay, Liv, just hang on.
Elliot took the shirt off and balled it as small as he could before spreading her legs and pushing the shirt in between her legs, trying to stop the bleeding, desprate to save her.
He began CPR and breathed air into her. Her chest slowly rose and fell.
He checked her pulse and did it again, tears running down his face.
"Elliot, save her, please!" Fin begged, beginning to sob.
They heard footsteps and a moment later, Munch burst into the room.
"Fin!" Munch cried seeing his partner and best friend hung to the ceiling on chains.
Elliot didn't even take his eyes off of Olivia as he threw the keys to Fin, continuing to try to bring Olviia back.
Munch caught them with ease and raced to the chains, unhooking him.
The moment he was free, he raced towards Oliiva, ignoring the sight of his dead son.
"Olivia." His voice was strained, tears were already dtreaming down her face. "Liv, can you hear me? Olivia don't give up. Olivia please!"
He took one of her hands and held it tight, almost as if he was willing her body to take some of his life to put into her
Elliot did it once more before he chcked her pulse again. You had to press down hard to even feel the tiny thump her heart produced, but it was there, and her chest rose and fell almost half an inch, but she was breathing.
"Got a pulse!"
Elliot scooped her up in his arms and raced from the room, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Fin raced after them, leaving Munch alone with Adam.
"You're never gonna make it!" he shouted out after them, chuckling. "She's gonna die! Just like her bastard son!"
Munch glared at him before going up to him and hitting him in the face as hard as he could.
"Stupid bastard!" he yelled, spitting out a tooth.
"Shut up!" Munch yelled, hitting him again.
"I'm gonna kill you, you bitch! Do you hear me!?"
Munch wrapped his hands around his throat and squeezed.
"If she dies," he growled, his hands becoming tighter. "I can promise you. Every single person who was just in this room, along with our captain, is going to torment you beyond anything imaginable until you have us begging for death!"
Adam and Munch glared at one another before Munch uncuffed him and led him out of the room.
"Fucking half mongol," he grumbled when they passed Elliot, spitting on him.
"Bastard!"
Munch hit him again and he nearly fell if it wasn't for the fact that Munch was holding him up.
"Stop fucking hitting me!"
"Leave him alone, you bastard!" came another voice form behind them.
They turned, and Adam smirked when Joseph walked out from the tiny store room, a gun trained on Munch.
"Let him go. I said let him go!"
Munch took a deep breath, his eyes wondering between Joseph and Adam.
"I said let him go, you ignorant fuck!"
Munch heard sirens in the distance, and knew it was only a matter of minutes before they would be down there.
"Look, you're both under arrest. So why don't you just come quietly, okay?"
"Screw you! Let my brother go, now!"
"The cops are coming!" he told them, the sirens getting even closer. From the look on Josephs look, he knew as well. "f you just come quietly, we'll give you leniency."
"You're a liar! I heard what you said to Adam! Of that little traitor whore dies, then you and you pig buddies are gonna kill us! Now you expect us to believe that you're going to give you leniency?
Munch nodded. "You have to trust me."
"Why?"
"Because," his mind thought quick. He could hear the foot steps above them, now. "Because I hated the fact they're together as well!"
Josephs gun lowered. "What?"
"I loved her!" His mind was working a thousand miles a second, desperate to keep them occupied long enough so that the other officers could get down here.
"I loved her since the first time I saw her! And when Fin, my partner and best friend, took her away. Typical nigger move!"
Joseph lowered his gun to the floor as Munch continued to lie, "That's why I was upset, because I loved her. But I understand what you did. I can condone it. If she lives, I will get you the two fo you out of here and lenient sentencing."
Joseph now put his gun down all the way, his eyes locked with Munch.
"Everybody, freeze!" a voice said before a dozen cops ran into the room, their guns trained on Joseph.
"You set us up!" he yelled, as a cop put on handcuffs and dragged him out of the room.
"Who knows? Maybe it's just the Jew in me," he said smirking at him.
"Kike bastard!" Joseph screamed.
"Here," he shoved Adam towards one of the cops before going over to Elliot and bending down next to him.
"Detective, I wouldn't advise you to do that," one of the cops said, "you're tampering with evidence."
Munch stopped and a tear fell.
"He's not evidence. He's their son."
But he left just as Warner and CSU came in. Warner looked down at the baby and her eyes filled up with tears.
"I, I didn't even know she was-"
"No one did," Munch said, biting his lower lip, walking out of the room and down the hall to the stair way.
He walked out of the main station and looked around before he went over to the car and knocked on it three times, and Tina popped up and Munch opened the car. and picked her up.
"Where's mommy?" Tina asked, her eyes filling with tears again. "Yo, you said I could see her and daddy!"
"Come on," he picked her up, avoiding touching her swollen twisted ankle. "Lets get you somewhere safe."
"I want to see her!" she yelled, trying to squirm away from him.
"You will, baby, but not-"
"MOMMY!" she screamed, finally twisting herself hard enough so that Munch had to place her down.
Munch quickly looked around and he saw Elliot placing Olivia on a stretcher, bleeding heavily, the blood soaking through the thin blanket, Fin holding her hand.
She tried running to him, but the pain in her ankle almost made it unbearable for the little girl.
"Mommy! Mommy!"
She ran as hard as her one good leg would carry her, tears cascading down her face.
"Tina, no!" Munch cried, desperate to get to her before she saw the extent of the damage.
Fin looked towards the shouting and when he saw Tina struggling to get away from Munch, he ran towards her, faster then he thought he could run.
"Tina!"
He picked her up and hugged her crying the moment he held her.
"It'd okay, baby, everything is gonna be okay!"
"What's wrong with mommy?"
Fin shook his head and held her tighter.
"Nothing. Mommies gonna be fine, she's gonna be fine," he whispered, not believing his own words.
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