AN: I hope you guys are ready for some action, 'cause this is where the story gets good! (:
Two weeks had gone by slowly, and Olivia hadn't heard anything from Rob. He hadn't come to kill her like she thought, or anything else. But she hadn't heard from Riker's either, which meant that none of the prisoners that escaped had been caught. They probably had a hiding place, some sort of shelter that was private. Elliot still insisted on staying with Olivia every single night so he could "protect" her. Olivia sort of thought he just wanted to stay over there and was using the whole Lawrence thing as an excuse, but she didn't really care. She liked him staying there anyway. He did make her feel safer, whether she thought Rob was coming for her or not.
Olivia was, however, beginning to doubt that Rob was even going to get her. She knew that he was going to wait for a time when she wasn't expecting it, but she hadn't been expecting it for a week now. She was doubting more and more with every night that passed that he was coming to get her and fulfill his fantasies of revenge. He would have come by now, right? He wouldn't have waited two weeks! That was ridiculous! She wouldn't have been prepared for him to come a week ago, so why didn't he come then if he was going to come at all? That was what kept running through Olivia's mind and that was what made her think that maybe he just wasn't coming for her, maybe he was just glad to be free from prison.
Cases at work had been the usual, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened, until one morning right before work, when Olivia heard gunshots go off in her apartment.
She was getting ready for work, brushing her hair, listening to music when she heard a gunshot. Her immediate reaction was to duck. She threw the brush across her bathroom and put her head down as she waddled like a duck into her bedroom and pulled her gun off of her nightstand. She hadn't been sleeping with it under her pillow anymore because she'd become almost certain, now that it had been two and a half weeks, that Rob was not coming. But the second she heard the gunshot, she knew it was him. And she also knew that he'd shot at Elliot.
Elliot had gone into the next room to find some clothes, and Olivia just knew that he was being hurt by Rob. She hadn't heard the door being opened (or crashed down, for that matter), but it didn't surprise her because she'd had her music turned up so loud that she'd probably been incapable of hearing anything producing much less noise than a gunshot.
Olivia ducked out of the room and held her gun up steadily, knowing that Rob was in the same room as Elliot, right down the hall. When Olivia got to the room, the scene she saw was horrifying. Rob was holding a gun to Elliot's head, and was also holding him up. Elliot was only half-conscious because he'd been shot in the shoulder. His once flawless baby blue shirt was now partially soaked with his own sticky blood. There was blood all over the floor and on Elliot's face and hands. His eyes were rolling around in his head and he needed help quickly.
"Rob, let him go," Olivia pleaded.
Rob laughed at her. "All right. I will. I promise I will. If you come with me," he said.
Olivia shook her head and tried to plan things out, and see if she'd be able to get a good, clear shot on him.
"I'll shoot you if you don't put him down," she said.
Rob laughed once again. "What do you think will happen when you shoot me, Liv?" he asked.
Just the fact that he was calling her "Liv" alone was enough to make her want to vomit.
"Huh? What will happen when you shoot me?" he repeated.
Olivia didn't answer.
"I'll pull this trigger and take out Elliot here, too!" he spat.
Olivia tried not to let the ends of her mouth sag as tears flooded over her eyes. She hated this situation because it was just like the situation she'd been in with Elliot and Gitano five years ago. She had to give herself up. She quit aiming the gun at Rob and she began to lower it.
"No! Olivia, don't do that!" Elliot yelled.
She shook her head and ignored him. "All right, Rob. You get to have me."
Rob put Elliot on the ground and Olivia continued to lower the gun.
"But I'm not going to drop the gun until you call an ambulance for Elliot," she said.
Rob stared at her. "Fine. I'll call," he agreed, picking up Olivia's house phone and dialing 911. He told them Olivia's address and he told them that there was a man who needed help in there. Then he hung up and Olivia dropped the gun to the ground.
Olivia's heart was thumping harder by the second with increasing panic. This was a bad, bad situation. They hadn't kept themselves prepared for Rob to come, and now Elliot was hurt. Olivia knew he'd be all right, but he would be hurt for a while, and now Rob was probably going to take her somewhere and rape her and kill her.
He grabbed her by the back of her neck, pinching her and pulling out some strands of her hair.
"Olivia! No!" Elliot yelled.
Olivia tried to turn her head to see what he was doing, but Rob pushed her head forward roughly. All Olivia saw was a glimpse of Elliot trying to crawl towards her. He couldn't walk because of the wound, and Olivia could tell just by that glimpse that his vision was probably blurry too. This was so bad.
"Elliot, stop!" Olivia ordered as Rob pulled her out of the apartment.
It didn't really matter whether Elliot stopped crawling towards her or not, though, because by the time he had heard her, she was already gone.
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