I own no one but my own people
"Olivia. Olivia, you okay?"
Fin gently shook her as she stared off at nothing, making no notion that she had heard him.
"Liv," he said a bit louder, breaking her out of her trance.
Olivia shook her head and turned towards him "I'm sorry, what?"
"Dinners on the table."
She nodded and offered him the closest thing to a smile she could have managed. "I'll be right there."
Fin saw right through it as he sat down next to her on the couch. "Olivia, are you okay?"
She looked at him in absolute disbelief. "How can you even ask that? I just buried our son today, Fin. Tomorrow is the first day of court and they might get off because their mother hit them when they were kids."
She looked down at the ground and sighed, tears welling up in her eyes. "And Munch said that Elliot isn't going to be there Tomorrow."
Fin felt his heart break for the woman in front of him, knowing he was the one who told Elliot to stay away, not to come to the trial.
"I'll be there, and so will Munch, and Cragen, and-"
When she spoke, her voice was barley above a whisper. "I need Elliot."
"Liv, you don't need him," he told him, trying to convince himself as well as her, "I'll be right there beside you all though this thing."
"But I want Elliot. He wasn't supposed to leave me, he was supposed to stay with me."
"Are you talking about your partner or our son?" he muttered, too low for her to hear him, the sad truth sinking in that by telling Elliot to stay away from her, he was making her lose her son all over again.
Olivia sniffed and then shrugged. "It doesn't matter. He's been ignoring me these last two weeks. Why should I expect him to care now?"
"Olivia..." Fin began, but he was unable to come up with anything to say.
He wanted her to hate him, he wanted her to curse his name, scream at him, and hit Elliot Stabler as hard and as long as she possibly could, letting Fin get in the occasional swing as well, and it was frustrating beyond belief that the one man who caused all of her damage was the one man she needed in the aftermath.
"You don't need him," Fin told her, a finality in his voice that said this was the end of the discussion.
Three weeks ago, Olivia would have demanded to finish the fight, and said that how dare Fin even consider telling her what to do, and more then likely Fin would have ended up sleeping on the couch that night, and Olivia would have gone through hell and high water to get Elliot in court beside her.
But now, all she did was look down at the ground, tears in her eyes as she nodded, and Fin felt his heart break once more.
"Olivia, I'm sorry. All I meant was if he chooses to ignore you now, then is he really that good of a friend?"
Olivia shook her head, her eyes still focused on the carpet. "Whatever. I don't want to talk about it, not tonight."
Fin sighed and nodded before he stood up, giving her a sad smile. "Come on. It's your first night home. Lets go eat dinner, okay?"
Olivia nodded before she got up, the pain in her ribs causing her to let out a small groan on pain.
He was about to ask if she was okay before he remembered that was not what she needed right then.
"Come on," he said softly, placing a hand on the small of her back, and she flinched at the contact and Fin quickly retreated his hand.
"I'm sorry," Olivia whispered, "It's just right now, every touch hurts, and I'm not ready-"
"Hey," Fin interrupted, looking into her tear filled eyes. "Olivia, you never have to apologize for that. It's only been two weeks. No ones expecting you to get better over night. Not after what you went through. I love you, Olivia. And how ever long it takes you to get better I'll be right with you every step of the way, okay?"
Olivia bit her bottom lip in an unsuccessful attempt to keep the tears from falling.
"Fin, I can't do this."
"Have dinner?"
Olivia shook her head once more. "I just... I can't. I gotta go."
She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and stood up from the couch, Fin following.
"Liv, what are you-"
"Just leave me alone, please," she pleaded before walking out the door, shutting it behind her.
Tina slowly walked into the living room, looking up at Fin. "Daddy, is something wrong with mommy?"
Fin looked down and tried to manage somewhat of a smile. "Mommys just very sick right now, Tina."
"Does she have a cold
Fin chuckled and lifted her up and sat down on the couch with her.
"Not sick like that, Tina. Remember when Mommy had to pretend she was a bad guy in prison to catch the real bad guy, and she got hurt, and was sick for a few weeks after that?"
Tina nodded and Fin took a deep breath. "Well this is that same sort of sickness, except she got hurt a lot worse."
Tina frowned and laid her head against Fin. "I hate when Mommy gets hurt. Will she get better?"
Fin was silent for a few moments as he kissed the top of her head and began to stroke her hair. "I hope so, Tina. I really hope so."
Nine hours later.
"Look I know she's only been gone for a few hours, but-"
Fin sighed before he ran a hand through his hair, trying not to lose his patience with the Missing Persons detective. "She's not the type of person not to pick up her cell phone or to let me worry about her! She walked out about five PM, and it's now two in the morning, where the fuck would she be besides missing?"
At that moment in time, Odafin Tutuola never would have thought the sound of a door opening and closing would have brought him so much joy as it did that moment.
"Olivia?" he called out, praying for her voice to answer.
"I'm here," she told him, and although it was her voice, it sent a chill through Fin. It was cold, hardened; defiantly not the voice of the woman he had fallen in love with.
He hung up the phone without so much as a good bye towards the detective as Olivia walked in the bedroom.
"Where the hell have you been?" he asked, his voice filled to the brim with panic and anger as he stormed over to her, and even her look frightened her. She was distant, non caring, her face showing absolutely nothing. "Why didn't you call me and tell me where you were? Tina cried herself to sleep because she though you were kidnaped again."
He was now right in front of her, hating himself for shouting at her, but unable to stop himself. "God, Liv, I understand you needing space, but would it have killed you to-"
But what wouldn't have killed her was left un said. She wrapped her arms around him and crashed her lips against hers.
She held him there, her kiss growing more hungry, and it frightened him. She was desperate, frightened, like when she had kissed him the night before she had left for Oregon without telling him. It was her good bye kiss.
Fin. pulled away, but Olivia pulled him back, pressing her body up against his, ignoring the blinding pain that ran through every inch of her.
She moved her kisses from his mouth, to his jaw line, to his throat, slowly snaking her hand down his chest.
"Liv," Fin. whispered, forcing him self to back away from her touch. "We can't. It's only been two weeks since the surgery, your body hasn't healed yet."
"I don't care," she breathed, "Fin., I have to try this, please."
Olivia pulled him back, taking his hands and placing them on the small of her back.
"Love me," she whispered before she kissed him again, this time Fin. kissing her back.
Fin. pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, running his hands through her hair.
She grabbed him by the collar and led him to the bed, laying down on it, her breathing heavy, her eyes still cold and distant as she looked up at him.
Fin. climbed on the bed as well and Olivia all but forced him on top of her.
"Olivia, are you-"
"Please don't ask that. Otherwise I know I won't be."
She reached up and kissed him once more, pulling off his shirt and throwing it across the room in the same motion.
Fin. slowly took off her shirt, inhaling a deep breath when she saw the true extent of the damage.
Her ribs were still bandaged, and the multiple bruises were still in the process of fading.
But what was worse was her breasts. The multiple bruises in the shape of hand prints hadn't even begun to fade like the others, and where they burned her with the lighter was red and raw.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed, running his hands around the bruises. "Olivia-"
"Please," she pleaded. "I need this."
Fin. took a deep breath before he nodded and kissed her softly,, his hands roaming her body, much more gentle then he ever had before.
Olivia closed her eyes, and her breathing heightened as she forced herself to enjoy it, to not panic, to not scream and throw him off like she so wanted to do right then.
"God, Liv," Fin. muttered into her ear as his hands made their way down to un do her jeans. "I love you."
Olivia said nothing, as he un did her jeans and slowly pulled them and her panties down.
"Come on whore! You can take a coon but you can't handle a white man?!" Joseph shouted, thrusting faster and faster into her, ignoring the shrieks of pain.
"No," she whispered softly, a few tears rolling down her face as Fin. took off his own pants and boxers, her fear going to a whole other level as she felt his hardened member against her.
"Come on, mixer! Tell me it's a sin! Say it, say it!" Adam screamed bringing the whip down harder and harder on Olivia's back.
Olivia gripped the sides of the blanket and tried her best to hold back the tears and a scream of fear as he pulled apart her legs and laid down on top of her as gentle as he could manage.
"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."
"No!" Olivia screamed as loud as she could, trying to push Fin. off her, sobbing hysterically. "Get off me! Get off me!"
Fin. quickly pulled away and got off of her as Olivia laid there sobbing.
Tears filled his own eyes as he looked down at her, unable to help her, unable to comfort her.
"It's okay," he whispered laying down next to her. "It'll be okay."
Olivia shook her head. "No, it'll never be okay."
"Olivia-"
"Just go. Fin., I'm sorry. But please just go."
Fin. looked at her for a moment, wanting nothing more then to hold her and to never let go, to make sure she never feels frightened again.
"Please," Olivia asked once more, more desperation in her words that Fin. had ever heard.
Fin. nodded before he got his pillow and blanket and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
The Next Day, 9:00 AM, Court House.
"All Rise; the honorable Judge Leah Petrovisky residing."
Casey stood up, looking over at the three men who had made her best friends lives miserable.
She looked behind her, and her eyes widened in shock not at what she saw, but at who she didn't.
"Where's, Liv?" he mouthed to Fin, who shrugged, who had been wondering that same thing since he woke up this morning.
"You may now be seated, the case of the People V Adam and Joseph Hermann is now in session. Five counts murder in the first degree, three counts kidnaping in the first degree, one count rape in the first degree, two counts torture, two counts murder of a police officer, two counts attempted murder of a police officer, and four counts of assaulting a police officer."
"That's quite a list, Miss. Novak," Petrovisky said, sightly impressed as she looked over the long list. "How does your clients plead, Mr. Swan."
"No guilty by reason of mental disease or defect, your honor," Jasper answered. "My clients were brain washed, they had no idea what they were doing was wrong. They were beaten and starved when they were younger by their mother to believe what they did was right. They believed their immortal souls were threatened if they didn't do these acts of violence."
"Your honor, I can prove his clients were not under any outside influence at the time of the crimes," Casey argued, looking over at them with nothing but disgust.
"Your honor, Miss. Novak can scarcely imagine the degree of pain and cruelty my clients were put under as children. Once my arguments-"
"Which none of you will recite here," Petrovisky interrupted.
"Your honor, if you allow this defense in, then every other criminal will say they were under some other influence other then their own free will, and the entire justice system will be a waste of time."
"Relax, Miss. Novak, I'm not throwing the case out. But it is an interesting theory, and I'll hear it in court."
Jasper looked over and smirked at Casey, who glowered at him, hating everything from his handsome face with not a honey blond curl out of place, to his thousand dollar Italian shoes.
"I'll hear the thoughts on bail."
"Remand without bail, your honor," Casey said, feigning surprise that the judge would even ask. "The heinous degree of these crimes is almost unspeakable. They know where the victim lives, they know where their daughter goes to school, where they work... the victims can only be safe if they are locked up away from them."
"Your honor, my clients are sick men. They need treatment, not jail. The peoples doctor will agree with me."
Petrovisky looked at Casey who with held a groan, knowing a lost cause when she saw one. "Do you have any arguments, consoler?"
"No, your honor," she lied.
"Then the defendants are here by remanded without bail to the Belview prison ward for the remainder of the trial. We're adjourned."
With a pound of the gavel, Jasper quickly shook the hands of his clients before he walked over to Casey, flashing his cocky smile at her.
"Do I hear a deal?"
"In your dreams!" she snapped, shutting her brief case with a little more force then nessecary.
Jasper chuckled before he leaned up against her table. "You know, Casey, I'm feeling generous today. Twelve and a half to twenty five, served in a mental hospital, not in a prison. What do you say? In fact, we can talk it over dinner and drinks if you want. My treat."
"Screw you!" she growled, pushing by him.
Jasper made a move to follow, but when he saw Fin stand up and take a step towards him, he quickly decided that to go out the back way would be best.
"God I hate him," Casey muttered, rubbing her hand up and down her arm. "I feel disgusting just talking to the prick. I'm sorry I couldn't get them remanded in prison, Fin."
Fin shrugged, trying to seem like it didn't bother him. "It's fine, at least they're locked up."
"Yeah but, still. Where's Olivia, by the way?"
Fin shook his head. "She had a rough night last night. I'm not surprised she didn't show up."
Casey was about to comment before a very shaken woman walked up to him, holding something Fin couldn't see in her hands.
"Ar, are you Detective Odafin Tutuola?" she asked, tears in her eyes, slightly shaking.
"Yeah. Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out his hand to steady the woman on her feet.
But as soon as he had, she slapped the envelope into his hands and smiled. "You've just been served."
She chuckled at him before she walked out of the court room.
"Damn it," he muttered as he opened the envelope.
"Are you getting called up to testify?" Casey asked, confusion in her voice. Both Fin and Olivia had already on the witness list, so there would have been no need for Jasper to serve them when he would have his chance to question them on his cross examination.
Fin pulled out the papers and read over them for a moment before his eyes widened in shocked.
"What's wrong?" Casey asked, but he ignored her as he grabbed his phone out and almost ran out of the court room, the papers left behind.
"What's going on?" Munch asked coming up to her, as she picked up the papers and read over them, her eyes widening as well.
"What's wrong?" he demanded, now becoming frightened.
Casey looked up from the papers to Munch, unable to keep the tears from falling.
"Olivia's filing for divorce."
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