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Chapter: 6

Title: Rescue Me

Summary: Detectives Olivia and Elliot are known for their compatibility and performance as partners in the SVU. While a partnership like theirs would usually result in one bad mishap, the two seem to have their feelings undercontrol. While everyone can clearly see they have deep feelings of unconfessed love for each other, cliche they themselves have not noticed. How hard is it to supress such emotions when they are together? Just how trying are their lives as partners? What happens when the two are put through severe trials in order to test their loyalty, trust, devotion, honor, and their love? Just how far will the other go in order to protect their secretly beloved? Read to see how the Gravity of their love is defined.

A/N: Season Six of SVU is draining my time, so I am sorry if this chapter was late. Anywho, on a different note, does anyone know when Seasons Seven and Eight will make their debut? Season Nine I can wait for since new episodes are amongst us soon!! Yay!! Anyone excited? Of course you all are! Can't wait to see the 200th episode. Its gonna be good. And hopefully, I am PRAYING that Dick Wolf has finally come to his senses and put Olivia and Elliot together! Though, my friend brought something to my attention. Since Benson and Stabler were named after Mr. Wolfs' daughter and son, she thinks that he might not allow them to be together because of that fact! I hope not...:( I just want jump into the series and yank Kathy, Dani, and that one doctor who got friendly with El, (Rebecca was it?) yank em out of the entire thing! They are in Livs way! Anyone support me on this? We can form ourselves a army and parade around picketing and what not... Sigh...

You also might have noticed I changed the rating from T to M. We all knew that would happen. Clearly my fic can't go without any smut or intimacy between our two favorite detectives. Though, that chapter comes a bit later, and there will be alot of it for all you EO lovers/shippers!

((Any ideas anyone would like to contribute, please do! I am always open to suggestion and plot twists and whatnot. And, of course, you will be credited :) I ain't anyone to take someone else's stuff without giving them some sort of benefit. Anywho, I hope this chapter is thoroughly pleasant for you all. Wouldn't want to disappoint! Please read, and as always, Review! Reviews not only make my day brighter, but they encourage me to finish the fic, and update faster. So, review and you will get the next chapter! :) No beta, so work with me!))

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Elliot clenched his jaw as he rumaged through the contents of their murder house. He didn't know what it was, but his stomach kept churning. He felt as if something was wrong, but he couldn't quite place finger on what it truly was. He rarely felt this way. Felt as if his entire world was crashing down. He felt cold and dizzy. So much so it made his mouth dry and the very tip of his fingers began to ache. His heart would speed up rapidly only to drop to a slow rate and then jolt up once again. Sweat, cold as ice would seap its way to the surface of his skin, causing tiny goosebumps to break out all over his body.

The only time he felt this way was when Olivia was in danger.

'I wonder what Cragen had her do...' Glancing around for the IA agent, Elliot quickly dipped into the bathroom. He pulled out his cell and began to dial Olivia's number.

'Pick up, Liv. Pick up.'

Silently, he cursed himself after the fifth attempt at calling her. Why wasn't she answering!? Pacing the bathroom, he flicked his phone open once more as he settled on Cragens number, quickly dialing. He knew something was wrong now. Olivia always, always answered his calls. She would never ignore him unless they were fighting, which wasn't often anymore. After he and Kathy had that last fight, and she moved out, he'd say he and Olivia had begun to reconnect all over again. And this time when Kathy came back, they didn't grow apart. Elliot knew he wouldn't be able to keep his feelings in much longer, knew he had to tell her how much he wanted to be with her. He needed to tell her that he could never possibly live with out her.

As if on cue, Cragens voice could be heard through the minor static in the phone.

"Captain? Its Stabler. Wheres Liv?" No more beating around the damn bush, he wanted to know and he wanted to know now!

"Get over to 279 Vine Avenue. The bastard has Olivia." And his heart instantly stopped as he felt the blind rage coming over him once more. Running out of the bathroom and jumping into the car, he sped off. Completey ignoring the screaming IA agent in the back ground. Tires squealed as he pushed the pedal to the metal and drove wrecklessly. He didn't care that he'd ran redlights or sped through stop signs. Didn't pay attention to anything else but getting to his Olivia. Why hadn't anyone called him to let him know what was going on? And just where in the hell was that bastard IA agent? Damning himself everyway possible, Elliot could feel the fear gripping tightly on his heart, clutching with such a force, his breathing seemed labored. He was losing it. He needed her. Needed his partner. Needed Olivia. He had to feel her touch, she was the only one who could ever calm him down, who could ever wipe away all the worry and fear he had. He just needed her with him.

Olivia inhaled as she stepped up to the door addressed 279. She glanced back to make sure Agent Donven had his gun drawn and ready as she withdrew her own weapon and nodded to him. With a swift kick that Elliot would have been proud of, the door flung open as she immediately pointed the gun into the house, walking in cautiously.

"NYPD, Carl Liellem come out with your hands where I can see them." Her voce echoed deep into the dark space. She took a few more steps before the door slammed shut behind her.

Whipping around with such a speed, her outstretched arm made a whistling noise.

"Agent Donven?" She asked, unable to see the figure standing a few feet infront of her. Of all times to forget a flash light! Narrowing her already straining eyes, she took a step back.

'What the hell is this!?'

Her heart lept to her throat when her back came into contact with a hard chiseled chest. Olivia could feel her pulse speeding up as she bolted for the stairway that was barely visible. A strong, large hand grabbed her wrist and she turned, firing her weapon at the approaching figure off to her right. She heard the hiss, before her vision went completely black. She could feel her body being lifted and carried. She could feel herself being thrown onto a matress. Groaning in frustration, she tried her damnedest to move, but found her body unresponsive as her eyes blurred when opened. She could smell the scent of old cigars mixed with blood.

"Whose there?" She asked, sitting up. The room had been lit slightly with candle light. She could feel her vision coming back slowly as she went to stand, only to find herself being pushed back once again. This time however, she wasn't going down without a fight. Lunging forward, she prayed to hit the bastard somewhere that counts. Hearing the growl and feeling her fist hit something, she figured she had nailed him.

"Sit down bitch!" The voice came from behind as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her torso, bringing her back down. She could only kick until her ankles were bound by a cold metal chain. Her wrists were next.

"Who are you?" Olivia questioned once more.

"Your more persistant than I thought Detective Benson."

"Agent Donven?" Oh, that did it. Anger flared as she wiggled about, trying unseuccessfully to get out of her confinement. "What the hell is going on?"

"You wanted your rapist, and your murderer. You have us both."

Disgusted by the fact an IA agent not only was authorized to be her partner, but also turned out to be involved with one of the sickest cases yet. A million things swirled in her head at once. Would she make it out alive? What was going to happen? She had no answers, and the fact that she had just apparently become a victim made herself.

Realization struck as she felt her resolve slowly fade away. She'd let herself become the object of what she had protected for so long. How could she ever go back to SVU knowing that she let herself become kidnapped? She couldn't even protect herself, how would she manage to protect someone else? Guilt flooded through her.

'Elliot would be disappointed if he knew...'

"Whats the matter detective?"

Though she couldn't see his face, the voice she knew belonged to Liellem. Before she knew it, a door had slammed and she was left alone. There wasn't any sort of indication that one of them had stayed behind. The room was deathly silent. Laying on her back, she tried once more to get out of the restraints, but to no avail. With a heavy sigh, she shut her eyes.

'Elliot...' Soft sobs escaped her, and she found she only wanted to let the tears poor, not remembering when she had last cried. She knew it had been awhile. She was a strong woman. She was never overwhelmed by such emotions. At least not all the time. She had only let such feelings out when the case dealt with children, or when she thought about not being able to be with her Elliot. Her thoughts drifted over the last ten years, remembering how Elliots bright blue eyes lit up when they were first introduced. She remembered how Elliot had constantly haunted her when she'd went home for the night. How she'd been attacked, only to end up in Elliots arms. How he'd always defend her and protect her.

She remembered the moment she fell in love with him. That one instant she realized that what she felt for Elliot Stabler was something forbidden.

Olivia felt her resolve return to her at the mere thought of never seeing Elliot again. With a grunt, she pulled on the chains, pulling hard until she felt the bed post jerk loose. that was all the leverage she needed as she broke the bars from the bed, sliding the cuffs off and then working to unchain her feet. Once free, she reached for the gun she had hidden just below the swell of her ass. Good spot for it.

'If anyone can get the hell out of a situation, its me.'

The thought trickled through her head as she remembered all the times Cragen had said that about her. It made her feel tough, like one of the guys.

But she was so much more to them. Each end everyone of them felt like her older brother. They would kill for her, and die for her. As Fin always said, 'I'm their baby girl.'

Smiling at the nickname, she went for the window. Pulling down the curtains, she squinted when the sun blinded her eyes, pain spidering through out her head momentarily as she turned her head.

Elliot came to a skidding hault out front, seeing the range of squad cars surrounding the building. Why haven't they moved yet? Seeking out his captain, Elliot thought he might just sak him his own damn self.

"Why haven't you gone in to get her yet?" With eyes the color of coal, Elliot glared down his commanding officer. His voice was laced with anger and fear, words so harsh they made Cragen shiver.

"We don't know if they have her hostage or not. They're scanning the building now." Cragen stated. No sooner than a shot was heard, Elliots phone rang.

"Elliot!" The voice on the other end was frantic, but it was all Olivia. Feeling slightly relieved, Elliot let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Olivia? Are you alright? What happened?" He asked, staring at the building.

"Elliot, there are bodies everywhere. Agent Donven was in on it with them. The bastard shut the door when I got in. I didn't know Elliot, I didn't know."

Though it was good to hear her voice, the panic and sound of her labored breathing sparked more worry within him.

"Its gonna be okay Liv. Its not your fault. We're comin in."

"DON'T!"

"Why? We need to get you out."

"Elliot, theres a bomb."

A/N: Oh gosh. You can thank my friend Reina for that idea! I had a whole different thing in mind, but hey, angst is great. Wanna know what happens next? (Even I don't know yet!) REVIEW! :) Please.

(Sorry if the writing is poor here, close friend of the family died and I am having a mini writing crisis. Writers Block sucks...)

Please review and let me know what you think! Any ideas?