Love and Danger
A/N- So I already had this written and decided to go ahead and post it. I am still on break, at least until my exams are over, personal problems are under control, and I am feeling better. So maybe a two or three week break. I know it is a short chapter, but if I have time I will update.
CHAPTER 18
Olivia landed with a jerk as her armpits came in contact with the railing surrounding the building. She screamed as she realized that the only thing keeping her from falling to her death, was a rusty metal bar. She could hear Elliot screaming her name and looked up, only to see a figure falling over the side. She looked down just in time to see the man who attacked her fall to the ground with a sickening thud. She screamed again, knowing that this could easily be her own fate. She felt someone grabbing her wrists and looked up, seeing Elliot and Fin grabbing onto her arms. With little effort, they were able to pull her up and back onto the roof.
When Elliot had her over the edge, she fell into his arms, sobbing into his chest. He cradled her in his arms and buried his face in her hair, whispering soft comforts into her ear. After she finally calmed down, they looked up to see Cragen, Fin, and Munch all staring at her with concern. Olivia smiled weakly at them, trying to let them know she was ok. Cragen came up to her and knelt beside her.
"Olivia, do you know who that man was? What exactly happened?"
Olivia looked up into Elliot's eyes before looking at the captain.
"I don't know who he is...was. I passed him in the stairwell when I was coming up here. I was standing by the edge when I heard the door open. I… I thought it was Elliot, so I didn't turn around. Then he grabbed me around the waist and I turned around, to see it wasn't Elliot. He threw me to the ground and ripped my shirt open." She stopped her story, trying to control the tears that were flowing down her cheek. Elliot, having just realized that her shirt was in fact torn, immediately took off his jacket and wrapped it around her small body. After she had the jacket wrapped around her, she felt comfortable, her heart rate decreasing as she breathed in Elliots scent. She finally continued her account of what happened. "He had me underneath him, straddling me, and was telling me all of the things he had planned for me. He kept saying his partner was going to get me after he was done, and that I would wish that he had killed me. Then I screamed for Elliot and you all know what happened next." Olivia finished telling her story, leaning deeper into Elliot. She smiled when he hugged her just as tight, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
Cragen looked at the couple, knowing that there was no way they would leave each others side. He had no doubt that Elliot would be even more overprotective of Olivia. Although Cragen saw Olivia as his daughter and wanted her to be protected from danger and heartbreak, he was incredibly thankful that Elliot was with her, and would never leave her. He went over to the edge of the building, the image of Olivia being pushed over flying through his mind. He looked down to see Olivia's attacker's broken body lying on the unforgiving ground, broken and twisted. Cragen could see Dr. Warner down there examining the body, and several officers keeping back interested civilians. He nodded towards Elliot and began to usher everyone back down to the squadroom. Fin and Munch both looked at Olivia and Elliot, giving her small smiles of comfort before heading down with their captain.
As soon as Olivia and Elliot were alone on the rooftop, Elliot pulled Olivia as close to him as possible, placing a passionate kiss to her lips. He could taste the saltiness of the tears trailing down her cheeks. His heart broke when he felt her tremble against him, and slowly peeled his lips from hers and looked at her. She was looking away and trembling, not caring that she was showing him her vulnerable state. Without any words, he simply held her, allowing her to cry on his shoulder, allowing himself to revel in the fact she was alive. Yet one thought remained on his mind. How long would this luck of survival last?