Thanks for all the great feed back on Chapter 1. I wasn't to sure whether people would be fed up of stories surrounding the first Episode. Hope you enjoy the next part just as much.

Chapter 2

He looked around as he got closer to the house and stopped. He heard a car every now and then drive along the road behind him where he had left his jeep, but apart from that nothing the place looked deserted. He looked closely at the small house all the windows were blacked out by curtains so he had no chance of looking inside. He moved slowly and quietly to the front door, he reached for the handle to open it then stopped. His hand was shaking, hell his whole body was shaking and he was struggling to breath.

He needed to calm down before he went in, what the hell was wrong with him. He had entered plenty of houses like this in the past; just treat it like any other case. But this was any other case and the person who always had his back was in there somewhere hurt and scared and waiting for his help. He took a few deep breaths and gently put his hand back on the handle and opened the door slightly. He listened inside the house but heard nothing, slowly he pushed open the door and walked in closing it silently behind him and stood still. All he could hear was his own breathing and the beat of his heart.

He moved further into the house through the living area looking around for any sort of clues but the place looked like a normal living area, whatever had gone on here didn't happen in this room. He stood at the end of a passageway that must lead to the bedrooms. The door at the end was open, he slowly headed towards it, being careful with every step he took.

"Fuck!" he heard as he got closer and then a noise like someone pulling chain against something. "You fucking Bitch!" yelled the voice. "I'm gonna make you pay for this, do you fucking hear me…. Your police buddies aren't going to save you, nobody is coming for you." Elliot heard a thud then a groan. "Oh believe me your gonna get worse than that," the voice said.

Elliot flinched when he heard the thud and groan it had sounded like someone being kicked. Without touching the door he stole a quick glance into the room and then another. He quickly turned away and put his hand over his mouth to stop the vomit from coming out as he gagged. Olivia was lying on the floor in front of the sick bastard. He was still handcuffed to the bottom of the bed, he had his back slightly to the door, and he was too focused on Olivia to even see Elliot.

Elliot looked back in the room from where he stood Olivia looked unconscious, she was covered in blood and bruises from what he could see. Elliot calmed himself enough to look into the room again.

"Wake up you fuckin Bitch!" the man yelled kicking his foot out at Olivia and kicking her in the hip. Elliot gripped the gun his hand shaking and walked silently into the room towards the bed, the gun pointing at the man praying he wouldn't turn around until he got closer to him. "All your threats about what you were going to do to me and look at you, your fuckin pathetic. Nobody cares your missing. You had no one. Even your pathetic boyfriend didn't want anything to do with you." he raised his leg to kick her again as Elliot put the gun to the back of his head.

"Touch her again, and I won't think twice about putting a fucking hole into you," he growled.

The guy lowered his leg and turned his head towards Elliot he had a grin on his face blood running from his nose. "Well, well, the famous ex-partner I presume," Elliot's hand was shaking as he held the gun to the man's head.

"Shut the fuck up" he told him. "Liv," he called out his eyes going quickly from the man to Olivia who was still on the floor. "Liv!" he yelled a bit louder.

"I don't think she can hear you, she has had a few busy days of partying, she needed a rest."

Elliot glared at him. "I told you to shut up!"

"You know what it's like drink, drugs and sex takes it out of you, she was a right little fighter though….. I like it when they fight back, makes it more f…." he never got to finish his sentence as Elliot whacked him across the head with his gun and the man's head dropped forward.

"I said to shut the fuck up," said Elliot looking down at him, before stepping over him and dropping to the floor beside Olivia's blood soaked body.

"Olivia," he said quietly as he brushed her sweat soaked hair from her face gently. "Liv, its El. You need to open your eyes, come on just a little," he threw his gun on the bed and he pressed his fingers to her neck and felt for her pulse. "Thank god," he said when he felt the gentle throb against his fingers. "Come on," he said to her as he put his arms under her, "Let's get you more comfortable." He lifted her into his arms then stood up, he turned to the man on the floor who was beginning to groan and come around. With Olivia in his arms he kicked out and caught the man in the side of the head and knocked him back out. "Back to sleep, I'm not ready for you yet."

He lay Olivia on a small couch in the room and sat next to her.

"What the hell happened Liv?" he asked quietly. "Why did no one help you, where the hell were they all, you're Partner should have been there," a tear rolled down his face and he wiped it away. "I should have been there, I should never have left, I should have had your back like I always did, like you had mine…. I'm so sorry." He dropped his head into his hands and cried. She looked so small laying on the couch. He looked over her trying to see what wounds she had without touching any of her clothes. She had a large bruise and lump forming on the side of her head which he guessed is what knocked her out. She had cuts around both eyes and her lips were swollen.

"Jesus, Liv what the hell has he done to you?" He felt his rage building inside him again as he looked at her injuries.

He heard a small groan from the man on the floor. He checked her pulse and breathing again before he stood up and walked to the end of the bed. He kicked the man on the floor before he bent down and picked up the gun that was just out of reach from the man and put it down the back of his jeans, forgetting all about his gun on the bed.

"Wakey wakey," he said kicking him again. "Come on," he said grabbing hold of his hair and lifting his head up slapping him across the face. The man opened his eyes and stared at Elliot.

"That the best you got a little fucking slap, I was promised more from Olivia, she went on and on about how much you would hurt me, how you would break me," he laughed.

Elliot leant forward so his face was only inches from his "Trust me I haven't even started yet, and when I do start I won't stop until you apologise to my partner for hurting her." he told him as he stood up and stamped down hard on one of his knees with his foot hearing a loud crack. The man screamed as he writhed around on the floor his handcuffed hands stopping him from moving too much.

"Is that a bit more like it, I wouldn't want to disappoint you," said Elliot kicking the leg he had just stamped on, causing him to scream out in pain once again. Elliot stood and looked down at him for a while. "You know I was always being told I had an anger management problem when I was in the force," he told him as his fist connected with the side of his face. "And do you know what pissed me off the most, what really made me lose it, men who raped and beat women and children… and men who hurt and threatened my partner…. So I guess you're really fucked," he told him before his fist connected with his face again knocking him out. His head dropped forward onto his chest. Elliot grabbed his hair lifting his head up to check he was still breathing before he banged it back against the metal bed frame.

Elliot looked around for the key to the handcuffs. When he couldn't find it he grabbed hold of the metal bedframe and pulled at it until it broke freeing the handcuffed hands. He grabbed hold of the cuffs and dragged him into the bathroom. He let loose of him and he fell to the floor. Elliiot began to run the bath with freezing cold water.

"You awake," he asked as he kicked him in the ribs, the man groaned. "Come on time to freshen you up a bit," he told him grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to the side of the bath. He lifted him till his arms were hanging over the side of the bath tub into the water. "You awake yet? No, okay, maybe this will help," Elliot said as he pushed his head under the freezing cold water. The man's body began to thrash around as Elliot held him under. Elliot pulled his head up "You trying to say something?" he asked him as the man coughed and spluttered.

"Fuck y…." he never got to finish as Elliot pushed him back under leaving him there a little longer before he pulled him back up.

"What was that you were trying to say?"

"I ….. I'm gonna kill you." he said panting for air trying to take as much in as possible.

"Yeah, Yeah like I never heard that over the years." Elliot pushed his head back under the water and leaving it as long as possible before yanking him back out and dropping him on the bathroom floor gasping for breath.

Elliot sat down on the toilet and glared at him as he struggled to control his breathing. Finally never taking his eyes off Elliot he struggled to sit up and lean against the bath. He reached down with his handcuffed hands and moved the leg Elliot had stamped on. He never said anything or made a noise but Elliot could tell he was in pain. They both sat and stared at each other neither talking.

"Just to let you know," said the man breaking the silence. "No matter what happens, whether I live or die, I have killed the Olivia Benson you used to know. Cause I will always be in here," he said raising his hands and tapping the side of his head. "She will never be rid of me. I will be in her dreams, her thoughts, I have well and truly fucked her in more ways than one." he laughed. Elliot twitched as he listened to him talk. "You know the way she talked about you; I figured you guys were doin each other, but now I'm not too sure. But I bet you wanted to. Tell me Ex Detective did you want to fuck your partner, is that why you're so pissed with me, cause I had the balls to do it and you didn't."

Elliot sat staring at him without saying a word.

"Let me tell you, she was soooo good. The first few times were a bit boring, but she was passed out from the drink…" Elliot tilted his head to one side and just stared at him. "But when she fought back…..Yeah man it was amazing, I fucked her enough times for both of us… You know I even think she may have started to like it."

Elliot took the gun out from the back of his jeans and pointed it at him.

"What's your name?" he asked him. The man just looked at him.

"What?"

"I asked what your name was."

"Why?"

"Just wondered," said Elliot shrugging his shoulders. He looked down at the gun in his hand. He raised it up and aimed it at the man. "No real reason, just wondered."

The man started to laugh " You never know maybe if I knocked up Olivia, then you could name the kid after." he spat out.

Elliot pointed the gun at his head his hand was shaking with anger as he listened to the what he was saying. It would kill Olivia if she was pregnant by him."You know Olivia kept pointing that gun at me, making idle threats, but she never had the guts to pull the trigger, she was to weak."

"Well I'm not," said Elliot dropping the gun lower and firing it, the man screamed out and grabbed his leg, as the bullet hit him just above the knee that Elliot had stamped on.

"Fuck!" he screamed. "I should of just killed the Bitch."

"Yeah and you should of just told me your name." Elliot stood up and grabbed hold of the handcuffs pulling them above the man's head. He grabbed a towel and used it to tie the cuffs to the towel rail above his head. "Don't move I will be right back," Elliot told him.

He checked on Olivia quickly she was still out cold but he could see her chest rising and falling as she breathed steadily. He quickly walked down the corridor back to the living room and into the kitchen opening the cupboards till he found what he was after. He looked outside quickly to check nobody had heard the gunshot and was coming to check it out. Seeing no one he closed the door and went back to the bathroom.

He crouched down in front of the man.

"Why Olivia?" he asked him.

The man just looked at him his face screwed up in pain and smirked at Elliot.

Elliot reached forward and pressed onto the bullet wound. The man screamed out.

"Why Olivia?" asked Elliot again.

"Because….because I wanted to. She thought she was so fucking clever, better than me. Well she was wrong she is like every other women weak and pathetic. She soon learned her place when I had her begging for her life."

Elliot reached in his pocket and pulled out the salt shaker waving it in front of his face. The man swallowed hard, "you think you scare me?"

"I don't care if I scare you, all I care about is hurting you," he told him as he emptied the salt into the wound them man screamed as the salt soaked in, tears streaming down his face. "Well, well…. Look at you screaming and crying like the little bitch you are, not as much fun when you're on the receiving end is it."

Elliot sat back up on the toilet seat and watched him as he writhed in pain. In all his years on the force he had never felt so much hate towards another human being. He knew he could be arrested for what he was doing and he didn't care.

He stood up and undone the towel letting his hands drop down and grabbed hold of his shirt pulling him back into the bedroom and dropping him on the floor by the side of the bed. He looked over to the couch Olivia was sat up her knees pulled to her chest.

"You came," she said her voice quiet just above a whisper.

"You asked me to," said Elliot walking over to the small couch and sitting down in front of her and putting the gun down beside her. "How you feeling?"

"My whole body hurts, my head is really sore, I feel dizzy and sick."

"You were unconscious for quite a while." He told her brushing her hair out of her eyes and behind her ears.

"I … I was so scared El, I thought he was going to kill me."

"It's okay, your safe now, it's over Liv," he told her. She shook her head and looked over his shoulder at Lewis, who was lay on the floor holding his leg trying to stop the bleeding.

"You shot him?"

"I could have killed him for what he has put you through."

Olivia looked at Elliot, god she had missed his face, those blue eyes. She reached forward and cupped his face in her hand. "It was you I needed….. When it got bad, when he hurt me, it was you that I wanted. No one else, you have always been my safe place, El. The place I knew I could always go to, I always felt safe with you, even if we were fighting I knew you would always have my back."

Elliot looked down breaking eye contact with her. "I'm so sorry Liv, I sho…." She placed a finger to his lips and shook her head, knowing he was going to try and apologise for the last two years.

"Not now," she told him. "You came when I really needed you, that's all that matters."

"But…."

"Jesus Christ, you two really need to screw each other do you know that," said Lewis from behind them.

"Why don't you just shut the hell up," said Elliot standing up and spinning round to face. "Or I swear to god I will fucking kill you." Elliot stopped suddenly, not moving, Lewis was sat on the floor pointing Elliot's gun at him.

"You really should be more careful where you leave things," Lewis said a mad grin on his face. "And the both of you really need to start finishing off your threats to kill me."

Olivia came up and stood by Elliot. "Thanks for the advice," she told him raising the gun and pulling the trigger.

Elliot jumped when he heard the shot, the bullet ripped through the guy's chest. He turned to Olivia who was just stood there the hand with the gun in dropped down by her side. Elliot reached down and took it from her.

"Liv…..Liv you okay?" she nodded. "I am now." Elliot looked down at the guy he walked over and crouched down checking for a pulse. Nothing.

"Is he dead?" she asked him.

Elliot nodded.

"Good." She walked backwards and sat on the couch. "You should leave," she said to Elliot not looking at him.

"What…. No, I'm not going anywhere."

"Elliot, you can't be here when they find me, you will be arrested, I won't have you arrested."

"Liv my prints are all over the place, they are going to know I was here, there is nothing we can do. And I don't care, he deserved everything he got." They didn't move for a while, they both just stared around the room. Finally Olivia stood up slowly and holding her ribs walked over to Lewis. She picked up Elliot's gun from Lewis hand and gave it to Elliot. She then took the keys from her pocket and undone the cuffs.

"Start wiping down everything you can think of that you touched," she told him. "And I mean everything and anything you think CSU will dust for prints."

"Liv…." Said Elliot. "Forget it, you need medical help, forget about me I knew what I was doing."

Olivia shook her head "No, we can do this….. I'm not … I can't lose you again…." She looked at him pleading with her eyes. "Please Elliot."

"Okay….. I will start in bathroom and kitchen, you start in here."

Half an hour later they sat side by side on the small couch. Elliot reached over and took her and. He wanted to talk to her. He had so much he needed to say and ask.

"I will give you 15 minutes before I call the guys, for you to get away."

"What you going to say happened?" he asked her.

"I managed to overpower him. He came for me; I shot him twice in self-defence. He held me hostage, beat me and tortured me. I don't think they are going to go to deep into how I saved myself do you. I will make it up as I go along, depending what I get asked."

"I could always stay here with you; you don't need to do this alone."

"No. You best go." She said looking at him. She stroked his face and gave him a small smile"Thank you for coming."

"Liv….."

"El don't," she said tears falling again. "Don't say anything else. I know we need to talk and we will I promise, but I need to call the station. I need this to be over."

Elliot stood and started to walk away from her. He knew he had to do as she asked. And as much as he didn't want to leave her, he needed to, for her. "If you need me, just call… I promise I will answer from now on," he told her without turning around. "I really missed you Liv." He said wiping away the tears.

"I missed you to El… don't go to far from your phone."

"I won't," he promised her.

Don't forget the feed back makes me a happy little bunny. Going to update Don't Leave next and it may be a few days before I update anything else as I have a party to organise this weekend and off for a couple of days to a nice hotel for my girlfriends birthday. But I will be back to writing after that.