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Tucker led a weepy Olivia out of the bathroom and into the motel room. He threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her.
"Why are you doing this?" Olivia sobbed.
"I'm here to collect a debt," Tucker said with an evil grin, pressing the gun harder against her skull. "You don't fuck with my family and get away with it! Hands up!"
"I never did anything to you or your family!" she cried slowly holding up her trembling hands.
He chuckled menacingly. "My cousin sends his love. And a message." He handcuffed her to the bed posts. "You kept him waiting. Now you have to pay."
The longer you make me wait, the harder it's gonna be.
Lowell Harris' words echoed through Olivia's mind. She stared in shock at Tucker, realizing who he truly was. All the pieces were finally coming together.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "The shooting,...the explosion. It was you! You murdered Elliot's family!"
"He was supposed to die with them," he snapped angrily. "But he took his sweet ass time getting home. Now shut up, bitch!"
Tucker pulled her hair and held her head steady. Olivia shuddered as he kissed her cheek.
"Please stop!" she whimpered, as he tore off her towel exposing her bare flesh.
"You know you want it," he taunted her, pressing the gun even harder against her head. "Or do you only like it when your partner gives it to you?"
How did he know about her and Elliot? Olivia realized Tucker had been watching them more closely than they thought. With his other hand, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a condom out of his pocket. He tore it open and put it over his manhood.
"No...no...no!" Olivia begged with tears in her eyes, as he pried her legs apart. "Don't do this! Please!"
Olivia gasped as he entered her and pushed inside her hard. Her eyes widened in fear, and her body lay trembling.
"Oh yea," Tucker moaned. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard!"
Olivia shut her eyes tight as he thrust harder, faster, and deeper inside of her. It hurt so much. She tried with all her might to free her hands from the cuffs.
"Open your eyes," he demanded.
She shook her head and sobbed harder.
"I said open them!" He snapped, and slapped her hard.
Olivia forced her eyes open. Tucker stroked her face and kissed her.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, holding her head down by her hair, as she tried to look away. "Tell me you like it. Tell you want more."
She hesitated and tried to look away again. Tucker hit her again. Harder this time. She cried out in pain.
"I...I like it!" she spit out the words as if they were poison. "I want...I want...more!"
"Now tell, me I'm the best you've ever had," he ordered her, pulling her hair harder.
"You're the best..." she forced through clenched teeth. "You're the best I've ever had!"
Tucker grunted in pleasure and squeezed Olivia's breasts. He panted like a dog above her, his thrusts becoming more powerful. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her mind fought to resist the growing pleasure inside her, but her body could no longer deny it and moved with his body, writhing beneath him, as he moved even faster and harder and deeper. An intense moan escaped Olivia's lips as she reached her climax. Tucker pushed in and out of her a few more times before reaching his own climax.
Tucker climbed off of Olivia, who lay trembling, breathing shallow, and weeping softly. He cupped her chin in one hand.
"That was fun," he teased. "Did you enjoy it as much as I did? I think you did."
Olivia shook her head. But Tucker tightened his grip on her chin, causing her to cry louder.
"I'd love to stay and chat," he quipped. "But I have to kill you now."
"NO!" Olivia cried out, shutting her eyes tight, as Tucker grabbed the lamp off the nightstand and brought it down hard on her head. Disoriented and dizzy from the excruciating pain, Olivia kept her eyes shut and forced herself not to cry out. She silently prayed Tucker would leave her for dead and go away. But Tucker was too smart. He didn't want to risk her still being alive. He couldn't let her ruin everything. So he raised the lamp again, above his head this time, and brought it down even harder on her head, causing Olivia to black out completely.
Location: Streets of NYC.
"Come on!" Elliot yelled at the traffic light while impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Turn green already, dammit!"
He glanced at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time. Thanks to the morning rush, it took him longer to get breakfast than he anticipated. He wanted to hurry and get back to Olivia. He was sure she was safe with Tucker, but he also knew Tucker could really get under the skin. And he didn't want Tucker upsetting Olivia. She had enough to deal with already. He almost wished he hadn't left. Finally, the light changed and Elliot drove onward until he reached the motel. He pulled into the parking lot and parked the car.
Elliot could see the door to Olivia's room from his spot. He hadn't even stepped out of the car and he could sense that something was wrong. Olivia's door was slightly ajar. He quietly exited his car, and pulled his gun out of its holster. Holding his gun with both hands, he tiptoed to the door. He quietly pushed it open and quickly waved his gun around, in case the perp was still there. He froze in his tracks, nearly dropping his gun, when his eyes shifted to the bed. There lay Olivia's exposed body, unconscious, and handcuffed to the bedposts.
"Oh my God! LIV!" he frantically called her name, returning his gun back to its holster, and running to her. "Liv! No!"
She lay there stagnant and silent, bleeding from the left side of her head. Elliot removed the cuffs from her hands and stared at the deep bruises they left on her wrists. Her breasts and thighs were heavily bruised. She was raped. The realization hit him like a monster truck.
"Come on, Liv!" He tried to rouse her, but she did not stir. "Open your eyes. Please! Liv!"
He checked her pulse. It was weak and thready, which meant Olivia was alive but barely. He had to get her to a hospital and fast! He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called for an ambulance. Elliot swore he would find the sorry son of a bitch who did this and make them pay. He also swore he would make Tucker pay for leaving her. What the hell was he thinking? How could he leave her?
Elliot suddenly heard a thud behind him. It was then that he noticed a chair wedged under the closet door. He pulled the chair away and opened the closet door. Sitting on the floor, bound and gagged, was Tucker with a huge gash on his forehead. Elliot untied him and helped him up.
"What the fuck happened!" Elliot yelled, infuriated. "You were supposed to be protecting her!"
"I don't know," Tucker lied. "Someone knocked on the door. I went to answer it. He busted down the door and pistol-whipped me before I could stop him. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the closet all tied up!"
"Please tell me you got a good look at him," Elliot begged.
"Nope, sorry," Tucker thought quickly. "He wore a dark colored ski mask."
"Did he have an accomplice?" Elliot questioned. "Or was he alone?"
"From what I gathered," Tucker answered. "He was alone."
Elliot became frustrated, but he did not let it show. How could this bastard hurt the people he loved and get away with it? Elliot vowed to himself that he would do whatever it takes to find him, no matter how long it would take. He sat back down on the bed with Olivia and comfort her while they waited for the ambulance to come.
Location: Hospital.
"Elliot," Cragen watched him pace back and forth. "sit down."
The two of them, along with Munch and Fin, sat around the hospital waiting room, waiting anxiously for the doctor to bring them news about Olivia. She had been in surgery for most of the day. Yet the doctor came out only once. To tell them Olivia's brain was bleeding, and that they were doing all they could to stop it. Evening was approaching, yet they received no further news of Olivia's condition. Elliot prayed that Olivia would be okay. That she would open her beautiful brown eyes and smile at him. That he would be able to hold her in his arms again, kissing her, telling her that everything would be alright. He had lost too much already. He couldn't lose the only good thing he had left, the only light in his life, his only salvation.
"I'm sorry, Captain," Elliot sat down.
"I know," Cragen said. "It's okay. We all care about Liv. And we're all worried too."
"Yea, El," Fin agreed. "And we ain't gonna rest to find the motherfucker who did this."
Cragen looked around. "Where is Tucker now?"
"The doc stitched him up and he left," answered Elliot. "I took his statement at the motel."
"Okay," nodded Cragen, turning to his detectives. "So do we have any new evidence?"
"Nothing obvious at the crime scene," replied Elliot. "But we'll know more when CSU finishes processing."
"Speaking of CSU," Munch added. "They got a hit on our mystery prints and DNA in the Canadian database. Canada is sending over the file. Also, we received Carl and Alan's juvenile records this morning. It turns out Alan played lookout while Carl and their cousin, Dennis Granger, broke into neighbors homes. Alan disappeared after his eighteenth birthday, but Carl graduated to rape and assault. And as for Dennis, we won't know till we get his file. But I bet he followed his cousin, Carl. Unfortunately, there was no photo of Dennis in the file. But when I contacted Canadian authorities for his file, they told me it was already on its way. Dennis is our perp."
"Well, it's about damn time!" Cragen quipped.
"There's more," Fin spoke up. "Morales called earlier today. He got a match on the SUV. It was a rental which he tracked back to the rental agency, It's now on its way to the CSU lab. He also got a match to Alan's photo to an Aaron McGuire from the 23rd Precinct. He even got a clear shot of the squad car from both crime scenes. It was the same car, which also happens to be issued to Aaron McGuire."
"This is great work guys," Cragen complimented them. "I want you two to haul his ass in for questioning first thing tomorrow morning." He looked over at Elliot, who was looking rather perplexed. "What's up?"
"Just thinking," Elliot responded. "Tucker said only one perp entered the room. So where was his accomplice this time? I kept my eyes open and didn't see any cop cars as I left the motel nor on my way back."
"Alan must've been playing look out again," Munch suggested. "He is Aaron, the cop, now so he probably figured out we're close to identifying his car. My guess is he either parked away from the motel or drove a different car. And while Dennis raped Liv, he watched for Elliot."
"That sounds plausible," said Cragen. "Check the motel and nearby buildings for security cameras. Send whatever you can find to Morales."
"Still," Elliot said, still perplexed. "There was something fishy about Tucker's statement. I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like something was missing. Like maybe he left something out."
"Question," Cragen said. "Did Rikers ever send over Harris' visitor logs?"
"They came in this morning," answered Fin. "We just haven't had a chance to look through it yet."
Cragen was about add something to the conversation when they heard a door open. They looked up to see the doctor come out and walk toward them. His gloved hands and navy-colored scrubs were covered in blood. He stood before them and removed his face mask to speak. All four men stood up and faced the doctor.
"How is she?" Elliot frantically asked the doctor before could say a word.
"We were able to stop the bleeding," the doctor replied. "She made it through surgery. She is in recovery now."
"Oh, thank God!" Elliot let out a sigh of relief.
"Can we see her?" asked Cragen.
"Not until tomorrow," said the doctor.
"Why?" Elliot demanded to know.
"She needs to rest," stated the doctor. "She will be moved to Intensive Care within the next few hours."
"In light of the circumstances," informed Cragen. "I'm requesting that a uniformed officer be posted outside of Olivia's room. No one goes in or out without proper authorization."
Munch said to Cragen. "I guess we can wait till tomorrow to get Liv's statement. Were you able to do a rape kit?"
"Yes. It's at the nurses station awaiting your signature," said the doctor. "I really hope you can get evidence from the rape kit. It's gonna be awhile before you'll be able to get a statement from Olivia."
"What do you mean?" asked Elliot, deeply concerned. "When will she wake up?"
"It's hard to say," answered the doctor. "It's touch and go for now."
All four men looked at each other in shock.
"Exactly how bad is this?" Elliot needed to know.
"She's on life support," the doctor told them solemnly.
"Life support?" repeated a worried Elliot.
"Yes," stated the doctor. "I'm sorry to say this, but Olivia is in a coma."
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