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Chapter 7

6 weeks later

Elliot knocked on the door then stood and waited. After a moment Olivia opened the door to see him standing there, with a big cheesy smile on his face.

"Why didn't you use your key? After all, you are staying here why your house is being rebuilt." she asked.

"I wanted to see how long it would take for you to get up and come answer the door." he said as he stepped inside.

"You're sick, Stabler." she said with a little laugh.

"Your physical therapist said you need to do as much exercise as you can." Elliot reminded her playfully.

"Elliot my wrist and collar bone were broken, not my legs." she told him.

"Exactly, you had to use your arm to open the door didn't you?" he said.

"El, shut-up." she smiled.

Elliot just laughed and did as he was told. "God, that food smells fantastic!" Olivia said as she shut the door and then followed after Elliot.

Her left arm was up in a sling and her wrist still in plaster but the rest of her cuts and bruises were well healed. She still found herself quickly lost for breath thanks to the damage her broken collar had done to her lung.

Even with all that she felt great and was returning to work the following day, only on ass duty of course but it beat being stuck in her apartment all day. It wasn't so bad when Elliot was with her but when he was in work she felt like she was going to go mad. She and Elliot were celebrating her return to work by having Chinese food and some beers.

Olivia joined Elliot on the couch and happily took the box of noodles he passed her. She was wearing grey sweat pants and a white tank top and wondered if that was why he still seemed to be laughing at her, the cheesy smile still on his face as he stuffed his mouth full of noodles.

"What?" he asked, his mouth full of noodles.

"Why are you laughing at me?" she asked, realising how childish it sounded which wasn't how she had meant it to sound.

"I'm not." he said laughing.

"You're doing it now." she said, trying not to laugh.

"I'm laughing with you." he told her as he picked up a box of shredded duck in hoi sin sauce.

She wasn't convinced as she pulled the box out of his hand and helped herself to it. They both went silent as she kept eating the duck and Elliot returned to eating noodles.

"So, have you spoke to Kathy today?" she asked.

"Yeah. She's staying away a bit longer. She would rather stay somewhere she knows than have to come back here and stay in a hotel with the kids until the house is ready again."

"Can't say I blame her." Olivia said as she put the box of food down.

"It's weird, I think she's blaming me for all this. To be honest I think she'd rather stay there. I keep waiting for her to tell me she is."

"Are you two okay still?" Olivia asked him.

Elliot shrugged his shoulders. " I don't really know anymore." he said. "Guess time will tell."

Olivia suddenly felt a little guilty. Part of her wanted Elliot's family to come back because she knew how important they were to him but a small selfish part of her wanted him to stay here, with her. She had got used to having him around the place and would miss him when he left. This whole incident had made their friendship soo much stronger.

She looked at him and saw the sad expression on his face. A look she had seen last time he had lost his family. She reached out and put her hand on his, "She'll be back." she told him with a confident smile.

Elliot smiled at her and said, "Maybe the cookies will tell us."

She looked at him a little confused until he grabbed a box of fortune cookies. "Ooh, fortune cookies." she said a little giddily, they were her favourite.

She grabbed one and passed one to Elliot. They broke them at the same time and both pulled out their fortune.

"You will be famous," Olivia read. "No thanks." she scoffed scrunching it up and throwing it aside. She then looked at Elliot and saw the serious look on his face. "What does it say?" she asked, a little worried.

"Help, I'm being held captive in a fortune cookie factory!" he said, trying to stay serious but he couldn't and burst out laughing as soon as Olivia did.

"You goof ball." she laughed as she took the fortune from his hand and tossed it aside without bothering to read it.

They both began eating their cookies and when they were done they both remained silent. Elliot grabbed a beer and twisted off the cap and passed it to Olivia before opening one for himself. Olivia watched as he took a long swig from it.

"No news on Mac?" she asked him.

Elliot shook his head. Hesitated before he answered. "No." And with that was the end of their celebration.

~0~0~0~0~

A few hours later and Elliot was lay in bed. He seemed to keep drifting in and out of sleep. The slightest thing kept waking him up, which was odd since the apartment was in silence. Or was it…?

He sat upright and listened through the darkness, sure he could hear something. He tried to concentrate more, now determined he had heard something. Then he heard it again, a muffled whimper.

He quickly climbed out of bed and crept over to the bedroom door. He carefully opened it and then stepped out into the hallway between the two bedrooms. He was about to go check out the living room when he heard a smash coming from Olivia's bedroom.

He pushed the door open and stormed inside. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Olivia trapped beneath Mac as he violently raped her. He charged forward, about to do whatever it took to stop Mac, to get him off Olivia; but Mac's hand suddenly appeared, quick as a flash.

With a quick and loud 'bang, bang' Mac fired off two bullets. They hit Elliot straight in the chest, he stumbled backwards into the wall. As he slid down the wall, his life quickly escaping his body, he could only watch as Mac continued his assault on Olivia. As she begged Elliot for his help. Mac turned to face Elliot, a sly, sadistic smile on his face as he spilled himself into Olivia. He then picked the gun up again at put it against Olivia's head.

"NO!" Elliot roared at him as he pulled the trigger….

Elliot shot up in bed, beads of sweat dripping off his face. He put his hand up to his chest, it was sticky with perspiration. He felt sick, his dream had felt so real. He threw the blankets off himself and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He grabbed his t-shirt off the floor and used it to wipe his brow, then his whole face.

He pushed himself up and crept over to the bedroom door. He carefully opened it and then stepped out into the hallway between the two bedrooms. Like in his dream he was going to go check the living room, but something told him to check on Olivia, so he carefully opened her door, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake her up.

The door opened with a quiet but noticeable creak, so he decided to only it open it slightly. Just enough so that he could look in. It was quiet in her room, too quiet. He listened for her breathing but he heard nothing, no shallow breathing, no quiet snores.

He pushed the door open a little more and stepped inside her bedroom. "Liv?" he called out quietly into the dark. Nothing. "Liv." Still nothing. He tried again to listen for her breathing, he'd noticed how it was a little ragged since her injury. "Olivia!" he said, speaking normally, maybe even a littler louder but still he got no reply.

Something didn't feel right. He reached up to the wall and flicked on the light switch. Her bed was unmade, the blankets half pulled off the bed and trailing along the floor. Panic immediately set in. He spun round on his heels, ready to go search the apartment so her but he froze when he saw the barrel of a gun inches away from his face.

"Miss me?" Mac asked him.

"Like a hole in the head." Elliot replied.

"Quite appropriate, seeing as after the night is through I'm going to put a bullet in your head. Olivia's too." Mac told him.

"Where is she?" Elliot asked him.

"She's safe, for now." Mac told him. "Now, move." Mac instructed.

Elliot slowly took a step forward and then a step around Mac who walked with the gun still aimed at his head. He suddenly fell to his knees as with a loud crack he was electrocuted with a tazer gun. Mac held his finger down on the trigger of the gun he now held in his other hand. Once Elliot was incapacitated on the floor he put tucked both guns into his belt and stepped over Elliot, then reached down and grabbed his wrists and began dragging him along the floor into the living room.

~0~0~0~0~

Elliot was tied up to one of Olivia's dining chairs. Mac had used almost a full roll of electrical tape to make sure Elliot wouldn't be going anywhere. Elliot still had no idea where Olivia was and it worried him.

Mac was helping himself to a beer from the fridge. Elliot watched as he walked over to him, taking a long swig; the whole time looking out of the corner of his eye at Elliot. He stopped drinking and slammed the bottle down. He then belched and it was possibly the loudest belch Elliot had ever heard. It reminded him just how disgusting Mac actually was.

"You know, when I first went to prison you were all I thought about." Mac told Elliot.

"I'm flattered, but you're really not my type." Elliot shot back sarcastically.

Mac laughed then said, "Over the years many men came into the prison thanks to you and the lovely Olivia."

"What can I say, we're really good at putting scum like you away."

"I'd have to agree." Mac said. "It would shock you to hear how many of those men thought about getting revenge on the both of you. With me, I couldn't care less about Olivia. Don't get me wrong I'd heard about just how easy on the eyes she was and I have to say I had a few thoughts about her from time to time, if ya get what I mean? But…it was only you I was interested in. You ruined my life." Mac said.

"And what about the lives you ruined? The lives you took?"

"What about them?" Mac said coldly.

Elliot shook his head in disgust.

"Let me ask you this Elliot, what about the lives you've took? I'm not the only killer in this room, hell even Olivia has killed. I know a lot about the two of you, more than you think."

"We were doing our job, we didn't have a choice."

"So was I."

"Being a killer isn't a job."

"And being a cop isn't an excuse to be one." Mac replied.

Elliot glared at him, angry and hating everything about him.

"Let me ask you this, when Olivia was undercover in that prison and that guard put his hands on her, kissed her, put his tongue inside her mouth, put his cock inside her mouth…"

"Shut-up!" Elliot growled at him.

Mac laughed. "I know the guy. He was on my cell block. I thought he'd be dead in a week but he's quite popular, he's got connections."

Elliot turned away from him. He didn't want to hear anything about Lowell Harris. Olivia still had never really told him what happened when she was undercover and neither had Fin, he had always told Elliot that Olivia would tell him when she was ready.

"All I want to know is what would you do to Harris if you had the chance. How would you get back at him for touching Olivia, for thinking that he could." Mac asked.

Elliot turned to face him again and glared at him for a moment before he answered, "I'd do the same thing I want to do to you. I'd fucking kill him!"

"And you really think we're so different." Mac replied.

Elliot shook his head and turned away. He was trying to wriggle his wrists free from the tape. His arms were tied tight behind his back. It was un-comfy, turning into painful but that wasn't the only reason he was trying to loosen them, he had to find Olivia.

However suddenly he didn't have to because he watched Mac walk over to the bathroom. He pushed the door open and went inside, Elliot could only watch and wait. Seconds later he saw Olivia come crashing through the door. Her wrists strapped together with tape at the front and her ankles were also wrapped tightly together. She hit the floor hard, yelping in pain though her gag.

Pain that he felt, her injuries were still too fresh to be taking such rough man-handling. Mac stepped out of the bathroom with the gun in his hand again. It was Elliot's gun which pissed him off more. Mac pointed the gun at Olivia's face. She had rolled onto her back and was now looking up at Mac with hatred and anger in her eyes.

"Now to finish what I started. You two think you can beat me…well think again."

"Mac, leave her out of this." Elliot said.

"You brought her into this, Elliot!" he roared "And your family and I will find them and when I do I will kill them."

"Your sick!" Elliot spat at him.

"And you're about to find out just how much!" Mac growled at him.

Elliot could only glare back and think about just how much trouble he and Olivia were in.

TBC

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This chapter was a little short and I ended it where I did because I just wanted it to be about Elliot and Mac, whereas the next involves a lot of Olivia.