Love and Danger

A/N- Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I could probably come up with some excuses, but I will just narrow it down to the fact that life is a bitch sometimes. This chapter is kind of short. I have had some serious writers block and had to force this chapter to be written. I will try and update as soon as possible but I can't make any promises. As I said, Life is a bitch.

All characters belong to Dick Wolf!

Chapter 6

Olivia woke up to a splitting headache. She attempted to move her hands to cradle her aching head, but instantly panicked when she couldn't move her hands. Olivia looked up and even though her vision was blurry, she could tell her hands where handcuffed to an old metal bed. She tried to pull her hands through the cuffs but they wouldn't budge and only resulted in her wrists beginning to bleed. Giving up on escaping, Olivia looked around the room she was being held in. The room was small and made of brick. You could hear water dripping somewhere in a corner and hear as it echoed through the damp room. There was no window and a small light bulb hung from the center of the room. All in all, the room was empty except for Olivia and the bed she laid on. Suddenly, Olivia heard the locks on the door across the room from her beginning to turn. None other than Richard White walked in.

"Hello my beautiful. It is so good to see you awake." Richard said in a tone that sent shivers down Olivia's spine.

"My name is Detective Benson and you need to let me go Richard. What do you even want with me?"

"Oh my dear, it has always been you. You see, I am a firm believer of love at first sight. When I first saw you all those years ago, I knew I had to have you and make you mine. You were so arrogant, so simple minded. I knew you wanted me, almost as much as I wanted you. Any bitch who acts the way you do obviously wants a man they have met."

"You freakin' idiot! I never wanted you. I hate you! You are a sick and twisted bastard whose own mother can't even stand the sight of him and whose father had to kill himself to get the hell away from you!" Olivia spat at him. She watched in horror as anger flashed through Richards eyes. She braced herself as he brought her gun out of the back of his jeans and pistol-whipped her yet again, immediately rendering her unconscious.

In Olivia's dream, she was trapped in the same room. She had been alone for some time and was slowly beginning to slip into death's hands. Just as she began to close her eyes, Elliot bust through the door, his crystal blue eyes lighting up when he saw her. He ran to her side and held her, whispering about how much he loved her and how much he needed her and how happy he was that she hadn't slipped into death's waiting hands.

Olivia woke with a start. Her head was still pounding and her mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of Elliot. All she wanted was to feel safe in the arms of her lover. Olivia felt tears forming behind her eyes as she thought of the irony. She was finally content with her life. Elliot had admitted that he loved her and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Now as soon as she had everything she has wanted for 11 years, it was all taken from her. Her happiness, her freedom, her life, all of it was taken from her. Anger slowly followed the thoughts. She was angry at herself for not being able to defend herself, angry for not being able to protect herself the way she was trained to do, angry for letting herself be ripped away from Elliot. Olivia knew Elliot well enough to know that he would already know she was missing and would be beating himself up over not being able to protect her from all the terrors of the world. Olivia found a small comfort in knowing that the squad would not rest until she was find, and if they tried, Elliot would rip her throats out and scream at anyone who got to close. Olivia prayed that Elliot wouldn't go too far and get suspended or fired. Slowly, Olivia drifted back off to sleep, willing accepting the pleasant distraction from her predicament.

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Elliot paced the squad room, aware of the holes his colleagues were staring into his back. He had been pacing back and forth for close to four hours, reading over every case file that involved either Richard White or Lowell Harris. Although he was reading, his brain was elsewhere. His mind drifted around Liv. He thought of when she had returned from Sealview and was incredibly traumatized, or when Richard had a knife to her neck in Central Park. Elliot knew that the job of a police officer was a dangerous one. Each day that they had their badge was a day that their lives could be taken from them in an instant. When he first met Liv, not only was he instantly in love, he felt the overwhelming need to protect and shield her from anything that could possibly harm her. He would chase off any guy who got near her out of love and protection, would go in to buildings in front of her to make sure no gunfire would hit her. Elliot knew that Olivia was a strong woman who could take care of herself. Hell, he had seen her take down a perp that was twice her size or had seen her use her words to make a perp confess. He just hoped she could talk her way out of harm's way until he could rescue her.