I own no one but my own people

When Olivia had stepped in front of William Lewis's gun, at that moment, she couldn't remember ever being as terrified as she was right then. When she saw a mad man with a weapon trained on her, knowing what he was capable of, knowing how he got off on torturing women, on burning and branding women, and knowing he planned to do the same thing to her? It frightened her beyond what words could possibly describe.

She never thought in a million years that anything could come close to what she felt when she saw Lewis standing in her apartment.

But now, seeing the gun trained not on her, but on her child? She realized it was almost laughable to think what she felt was fear that night when this was so much more terrifying.

Olivia's lip quivered and tears sprang to her eyes before she could even blink, unable to turn away from the face of her son. Noah was crying and reaching out for Olivia, not having any idea what was happening apart from he was scared and knew his mommy would be able to make it all better.

"Put down your gun, Sergeant," Thomas told her but she could barely hear him. It was like everything inside her shut down. The ability to hear, to move, the ability to speak or scream, to think any rational thought… Nothing inside of her could work.

"I said put down your gun!" he shouted, jabbing the gun harder against Noah's skull and making the toddler cry even harder, jerking Olivia from her trance.

The Sergeant swallowed hard as she nodded, slowly reaching for her side arm. "See?" she offered, slowly bending down to put it on the floor. "The guns down." Olivia stood back up with her hands raised. "Let's stay calm alright?"

Lucy let out a terrified sob making both Olivia and Thomas turn towards her. He nodded towards the young woman. "Put the tape back on her mouth."

"No!" Lucy cried out desperately. "Please let me go! I- I won't say anything!"

Olivia swallowed hard as she positioned herself in front of Lucy. "Let her go, Thomas," she said as calm as she could manage. "Let her go, let her take Noah, and it'll be just us."

He shook his head, his own breath coming out quicker than normal. "No one's going anywhere. Now put the tape back over her mouth."

"Thomas-."

"Put it over her mouth or so hope me God I will pull the Goddamn trigger!" he yelled. Noah's terrified cry turned into a high pitched wail.

"Stop scaring him!" cried Olivia as she reached for him almost out of instinct. Thomas took a step back and pulled the charger back on the gun.

"Step back or he is dead!" he bellowed.

"Alright! …Alright." Olivia took a step away from him, keeping her eyes on Noah. "Its okay, My Love. Mommy's right here" she tried to reassure with a gentle motherly tone but it just came out terrified and shaking.

She took a deep breath and turned towards Lucy who had tears in her eyes. Olivia picked up the roll of duct tape and ripped a strip off.

The nanny shook her head as tears streamed down her face. "Don't. Olivia, please."

"He could hurt Noah."

"Please, please don't!"

"I'm sorry," she told her before she put the strip of tape over her lips. "I'll get you out, I promise."

Lucy tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the tape.

"I'm sorry," Olivia whispered before she turned back to Thomas. "There," she told him as she raised her hands again. "I did what you wanted. Now put down Noah."

"Go to the bedroom," he said, ignoring her demands. "And lay down on the bed."

The Sergeants heart pounded hard against her ribs. There was no way she was leaving him alone with Noah or letting herself get in that position to be assaulted like that again.

When she didn't move Thomas glared at her, his anger already getting the best of him. "Why don't you just do what I say!" he barked, jabbing the gun harder against Noah's head.

"Will you stop pointing that gun at my child!?" she screamed frantically, making the small boy cry even louder.

"Go to the damn bedroom!"

"Wait! Please, let's… let's just talk okay?" she begged, quickly wiping away her tears. "Talk to me, Thomas, tell me why you're doing this."

The Sergeant knew full and well that Thomas, in his own warped way, had his own reasoning for doing this. For hurting Tucker anyway he could. But if she could get him distracted that could give her some time. Then maybe she could figure a way out of this that saved Noah and Lucy.

"Talk? Oh you… you wanna talk?" he began, taking a step towards her. "Fine. Let's talk. Let's talk about how your rat boyfriend RUINED MY LIFE!" he finished with an angry yell and brandishing his gun.

Thomas swallowed hard, blinking away his tears. "I told him, I TOLD him!" he screamed. "If he had just left me alone I wouldn't have hurt anyone else! I would have stopped but he kept hounding me and hounding me, I didn't have a choice in hurting those women!"

Olivia kept any thoughts that would have caused a logical riff in his train of thought as he continued.

"I didn't want to hurt anyone," Thomas said with a shake in her voice. "I just… Tucker got me so damn mad! He was going to take away my badge! For one mistake! I had to move, I had to live off of welfare, and I had to live life like a damn hermit because of what that rat did to me!"

"His wife and mother are dead," Olivia reminded him, leaving out the fact that he was the one responsible for those crimes. "You paid him back; you got your revenge on him... He doesn't care about me; you'd be killing an innocent woman who has no bearing on him."

A scoff of disbelief ripped past his chapped lips. "No? Then why did he tell your mother about you? Why was he telling his friends he thought he found 'the one'? He never used your name but it was obvious who he meant. He's in love with you, Sergeant."

Olivia swallowed hard, trying to ignore her mind racing with everything Thomas had thrown at her, still unable to take her eyes away from the gun still pointed at Noah's tiny head. If she charged him, there was a chance he could pull the trigger or even drop Noah and seriously hurt him. Or the small boy could get stepped on in the struggle… A million different things could have hurt her son.

She was struggling to find a way out of this. She couldn't leave Noah alone; Olivia would not abandon her son…

Then there was Lucy. Lucy, who would have given her life for Noah, who had grown to love him almost as much as Olivia had... She couldn't leave her to suffer a similar fate that had befallen on Angela Tucker.

But, if she could have only saved one, then she would hope that in her final moments Lucy would understand why Olivia had just gotten Noah out.

"I know why you hate Tucker," she said, trying her best to delay him. If she could just buy a little time to figure out a way to save Noah, nothing else would matter, what happened to her wouldn't matter... She had to think of something but her mind was drawing a blank, the possibility of Noah getting hurt or killed outweighing every solution she came up with. "But what did Sergeant Voight do to you?"

Thomas scoffed like she had asked some idiotic question. "Sergeant Voight? He did the same damn thing that Tucker did to me. I told him that if he just left me alone, I wouldn't kill anymore. I'd go to a new city and calm down but he didn't care. He wouldn't stop; hum and those other sociopaths working in his unit wouldn't leave me alone. If he had just listened to me, those eight women wouldn't have had to die! I- I wanted to kill Lindsay. Make him pay for ignoring me, but then…"

He flashed a cruel grin at his victim.

"Then I found out about the two of you," Thomas continued. "How you were the only person he ever would agree to play it by the book for, how you were the only woman to make him stop hurting a suspect, how whenever you two were in the same city, you and him would fuck each other's brains out, same as you do with the damn Rat… Voight may not have told anyone how he feels about you like Tucker did, but he didn't have to. He's in love with you. Both of them are actually!" he said with a quick laugh. "Tucker and that psycho thug with a badge turn into puppy dogs whenever your name is mentioned or when they talk about you. That's what makes you the perfect victim. They're both in love with you, and they're both going to suffer when you die tonight knowing that you were killed because of their own Goddamn arrogance. "

Thomas began walking towards her, Noah still held uncomfortably tight around his waist with a gun to his head, making Olivia take several steps back until she hit the Kitchen Island behind her.

"Now get in the bedroom, unless you don't want to listen to me either, then I will be more than happy to demonstrate what happens when people don't."

To emphasize his point Thomas took the gun and stuffed it into the still screaming Noah's mouth.

"STOP HURTING HIM!" Olivia screamed when Thomas shoved it down even further, her son struggling fruitlessly to get the large gun out of his mouth. "STOP IT!"

"THEN GET IN THE BEDROOM!" he screamed back, a manic look in his eyes.

Olivia swallowed hard, silent tears streaming their way down her face. Not for what was about to happen to her, but the fact that her son was in danger. After what felt like a lifetime even to open her mouth she finally spoke, her voice quivering with fear. "If you… if you promise not to hurt Noah or Lucy, I'll do whatever you want me to do. Okay? If you listen to me and put my son down, and promise once…once I'm gone, you will not lay a finger on him or Lucy, I'll listen to you and do whatever you want me to do. That's what you want isn't it; someone to finally listen to you? If you set down my baby, I promise you I will listen to you."

When he didn't answer she tried again. "Hurting Noah, hurting Lucy? That only hurts me. Tucker or Voight doesn't care about either of them; they're innocents in all this. They're the ones you want to hurt, not me. You were an innocent when they came after you. An innocent who lost it for a split second and they decided to ruin your life. Don't become like them. Don't harm an innocent for the sake of hurting someone."

Thomas studied her for a second, trying to see if she was telling the truth or if she was just another liar like he had encountered so many times before.

But as he looked into her eyes and saw that look that all mothers had, the one that showed they would be willing to kill and die for their child, he knew she was being honest. She may not have been listening to him because she wanted too or because she feared what he would do to her, but she would listen to him nonetheless.

So he finally nodded, taking the gun out of Noah's mouth as he did but putting it back against the child's head. "Deal. Now walk."

Olivia took a deep breath and nodded. With a deep unsteady breath she turned and began walking towards her bedroom with her arms raised. Thomas was several steps behind her, far enough away to where she couldn't grab him. She walked into her bedroom but stopped at the foot of her bed.

"Throw your cuff keys away, lay down on it and cuff your right wrist to the bed frame, and I will go set Noah down," he instructed her like he was a computer technician giving her a step by step guide to rebooting her computer.

She closed her eyes as she reached into her gun belt and grabbed the small brass keys and tossed them behind her. With her entire body trembling she slowly lid down on her bed, scooching herself up until her head rested on her pillows.

Olivia bit back her lips to hold back a sob as she reached down to her belt and got out of her handcuffs, cuffing one end to one of the thin metal bars of her headboard. She looked up at an excited Thomas; rather he was excited over the prospect of raping and torturing Olivia or finally having someone obey him she couldn't say.

"I do this, you spare Noah and Lucy," she reminded him.

He nodded solemnly. "I promise."

As two tears leaked out she turned and faced a crying Noah, unable to help the sob that burst forth as she looked at her son for what could possibly be her last time. "I love you, Noah," she told him with a tear filled voice. "Please don't ever forget that, My Love. Whatever happens, just know that you will always be loved."

Keeping her eyes solely on what she was sure was the face of the purest angel ever sent down from Heaven, watching as he reached out, crying out for her comforting and soothing arms, she locked the cuff around her right hand.

Not even a half a heartbeat passed before Thomas turned tail and ran from the room. The second she was alone she dashed for her pocket and pulled out the one thing that might be able to save her; her cell phone.

Without hesitating, she dialed the first number she could think of…

…

Tucker walked into the bar and glanced around the dimly lit smoky building. The entire place was packed tight with the local police officers that worked and lived around the area, all of them Manhattan cops, all of them knowing the IAB Lieutenant by name or reputation.

This was why IAB had their own bar. So they could have all the energy and atmosphere of a cop bar without all the nasty looks he was getting right now from half drunken cops, some of whom still had their service weapons, who got a lot bolder than they normally were around him after a few drinks.

Cops had their spot, IAB had theirs, and right now he was on enemy territory with nothing to shield him besides the, incorrect, assumption that IAB arrests cop just for giving them dirty looks if they were in a bad mood.

He was half hoping his mission would be in vain but he spotted the slightly short well built Chicago Sergeant in his black leather jacket sitting at the bar with a half empty glass of some whiskey in front of him, the scrapes and bruises from their earlier scuffle making his already hard face.

Tucker took a deep breath and made his way over to the bar, ignoring the low angry mutters of the cops around them. Voight turned his head to see what the mumblings were about and glared at the Lieutenant. "The hell do you want, Tucker?" asked Voight in his hard gruff voice. "And how did you find me?"

"You seem like the type of guy to know the location of every cop bar in the continental US. This is the closest one to her apartment, wasn't that hard to figure out." He sat down beside Voight. "If you're hoping she'll show up here you're wasting your time. Olivia doesn't-."

"Like cop bars because she likes getting away from the job when she's out," Voight finished the sentence as he turned back to face the front of the bar. "You're not the only one that knows shit about her."

Tucker took a deep breath and sat down next to him. "Okay… so then what are you doing here?"

"Is there a New York law that says I can't get a drink here?"

"I'm just making conversation."

"I don't make conversations with rats."

"Grow up, Voight," Tucker told him with a tone that told Voight he wasn't in the mood to mess around with his prejudice. "You're a Sergeant in an Intelligence unit, stop acting like you're some rookie fresh out of the academy whose motto is 'snitches get stitches'."

Voight pursed his lips and turned towards him, giving Tucker the quintessential 'you're about to get your ass kicked' look that he was so famous for but he held his ground. "You had a chance to talk to me earlier. Instead you almost dislocated my jaw. Forgive me if I wanna go dancin' with the guy that did it now."

"Tell me there isn't a week that goes by without you hitting someone or them hitting you."

Voight shrugged carelessly. "Never been put in cuffs because of it. But go ahead. Try to prove I'm, what's the word you sneak's like to use? 'Overly aggressive in my interrogation tactics'? I'd LOVE To see you try," said the Chicago Sergeant, almost daring Tucker to try to even open an investigation.

"I'm not looking to arrest you or start any investigation," Tucker told him truthfully. "But I checked your file, Sergeant. You're Chicago Internal Affairs worst nightmare, so stop pretending you're mad about a few punches and don't want to talk to me about that."

When Voight didn't answer Tucker continued. "You're mad about finding out Olivia is sleeping with me," he muttered softly so that no one that was listening in would hear him.

Voight narrowed his brown eyes at Tucker, clenching his glass tight enough to turn his knuckles white. After a long second, he spat out a hard scratchy response. "SLEPT with is the word you're looking for, Lieutenant. Or did you forget when she told us that she didn't wanna see either of us ever again?"

Tucker looked down at the long faded scratched wood for a moment before he looked back up at him. "Trust me I remember but I don't think us at least talking won't make her angrier."

"Meaning you wanna treat her heart like it's the grand prize in some damn game and think coming here and kissing my ass will add points in your favor."

"I know she's not a game!"

"Then quit acting like she is!" Voight barked. "You wanna talk about her? Fine, talk about her. But don't do it just so you can call her up and tell her 'look at what I did, take me back'! Do you know how pathetic that is even for a rat?"

Tucker scoffed. "Oh you wanna talk about pathetic? Who was the one that left her because you found out she was someone from Internal Affairs? I can tell you really care about her considering how quick you were to leave her at the drop of her hat!"

"I do care about her!" yelled Voight. "But you don't know what it's like to find out the woman you're falling for is with someone who has tried to screw over your entire career a hundred times, who killed your own father!"

"Yeah well the cop that killed my father got away with it and was promoted within the year," Tucker said dryly. "And you wanna talk about seeing her with someone you hate? You're the type of cop that made my life a living hell when I was in uniform. You think abusing your power and breaking the law is okay just because you had a badge to hide behind. And what'll happen if you lose your temper around her or if she disrespects you? You're gonna break her fingers? Or maybe shoot her then blame it on some random gangbanger like you've done to a few people who dared to cross you."

"I would NEVER hurt Olivia!" Voight shouted. "Besides, do you think your life with her will be all sunshine and rainbows? She would lose her job her pension AND maybe her son if word got out you and her were exclusive!"

"She would have to leave her city to be with you!" Tucker yelled back. "Leave everything behind, and for what? Some abusive cop that could get thrown in jail any given time because one of your victims had the nerve to report you and your hack team didn't have time to delete the security footage?"

"That will never happen."

"But it could, Voight. You are not good for her!"

"Neither are you, Tucker! They will treat her like shit for being with you!"

By now they had gained the attention of half the bar and the bartender, an older retire cop, who came over to the two of them. "Is there a problem here?" he asked, already making it crystal clear who he thought was responsible as he narrowed his eyes at Tucker.

"We were just talking," Tucker told him.

"You're yelling and you're in my bar, Lieutenant," the barkeep said with a smirk at Tuckers rank, letting him know full and well he didn't care if he was Internal Affairs or not, this was his turf, and Tucker had no jurisdiction over him.

"I wasn't-."

"Calm down…" The barkeep reached behind the bar and pulled up a wooden bat just enough for Tucker to see it. "Or am I gonna have to throw you out?"

Tucker glanced around the bar, seeing several of the cops stand up slowly from their seats, all of them looking eager to help the barkeep throw the Lieutenant out. Knowing which battles to pick and chose, Tucker just nodded. "Fine. I'll keep it down alright?" He got out his wallet, throwing down a ten. "Look, just get me a Jim Beam Bourbon; I won't cause any more trouble."

The barkeep just smirked at him. "All out I'm afraid."

"Really?" he asked raising his brow as he looked over his shoulder at the several full and nearly full bottles of his drink of choice. "Then what's all that?"

"Private stock. Sorry."

"Well what's not 'private stock'?"

The bartender seemed to be thinking for a moment. "Well I can get you a cup of water out of the bathroom sink."

Tucker just shook his head and put the money back in his wallet. "Never mind."

Voight chuckled as he took another drink of his whiskey and shook his head as the barkeep walked away. Tucker turned to glare at him. "What?" the Lieutenant demanded.

"Nothing it's just… we're here fighting over a woman that told us she didn't want anything more to do with us."

"She's an amazing woman," Tucker muttered.

"The best," Voight added. After a long silent moment he added. "I haven't felt this way about anyone. Not since my Camille died."

Tucker looked down at the dirty linoleum floor covered in peanut shells and spilled drinks. "I'm sorry," he muttered, meaning it honestly. "How long were you two together?"

"Nineteen years, nineteen incredible years. She gave me an amazing son and helped raise my daughter into the phenomenal woman she is today. After she died I felt…"

"Like nothing would ever make you happy again because how could you be happy without her?" Tucker finished for him as he finally looked up from the ground. Voight turned towards him and for half a moment wondering how this Rat bastard could possibly know what he felt when he remembered the whole reason they were here was because his own wife had been murdered.

Voight swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah… until I met Olivia and she brought back feelings I never thought I would ever have again."

"She tends to do that for a lot of people," Tucker said softy.

The Intelligence Sergeant just sat in his ripped squeaky barstool. This time it was him that was gazing down at the faded wood bar. Tucker took a deep breath and glanced over at his stock solidly built rival.

"We both have feelings for her, we'd both be wrong for her… She's smart enough to make up her own mind."

"Yeah well right now her mind is telling her that we're both trash and she wants nothing to do with either of us."

"Right now it is but maybe if we both stop acting like we're feral dogs and she's a bitch in heat, she might change her mind and consider us."

"So what are you proposing a cease fire? Because I won't stop fighting for her, Tucker. Not until she's made her choice."

"Not a cease fire, more like establishing rules of engagement. I won't stop fighting either Voight, but maybe we leave out the fist fights if she wants either one or both of us again, and whoever she chooses, we respect her decision."

Voight chuckled and nodded. "It's a deal." He raised his glass before he took a long sip out of it.

"I'd toast but the bartender's an asshole," Tucker said just loud enough for Voight to hear before the Sergeant's cell rang.

Voight got out the phone and glanced at the Caller ID. He failed to hide his smirk as he answered.

"Hi, Olivia." Tucker snapped his head towards him with wide blue eyes. He wasn't serious was he? "I'm glad you called, I wanted to tell you-."

"Thomas Williams has me," Olivia interrupted in a breathy terrified whisper barely loud enough for him to hear. "He's in my apartment, he has me cuffed to my bed and he has Noah somewhere. Hank, please help me," she begged with a voice that was overflowing with a terror no one should ever have to experience.

Before Voight could even wrap his mind around what she was telling him he heard faint footsteps and fabric rustling. He had a distinct feeling the phone had been put under the pillow.

She tugged fruitlessly at her cuffs, her heart slamming against her chest as she struggled to free herself.

"Where is he?" Voight faintly heard Olivia demand. "Where did you put my son?"

"I put him in his crib," he answered. "He's fine. Just like I promised he would be. Now it's time you keep your end of the bargain. You do whatever I say…."

Voight stood up from the bar, his hands balled into shaking fists as he heard the sounds of a blouse ripping and Olivia crying out in fear. Tucker asking what was going on fell on deaf ears as Voight listened to the exchange between the woman he would die for and the man he wanted to kill more than anyone else that had ever crossed his path. "I let Noah live. You don't listen…" Another painful cry from Olivia and a cold chuckle from Thomas. "You both die a slow painful death."

Using the last remaining logical part of his brain, Voight put the phone on mute so that Thomas wouldn't be able to hear him but he could still know what was happening on her end and raced out of the bar with Tucker hot on his feels.

"Will you tell me what the hell's going on?" the Internal Affairs Lieutenant demanded as the two sprinted to Voights car. "Voight!"

"Williams has Olivia at gunpoint at her apartment!" he finally answered as the two reached Voights car. "He's going to do the same thing he did to your mother to her and Noah if we don't save them!"

Tucker stopped dead next to the car, every other rational or otherwise thought leaving him except for one single solitary thought.

Not Olivia.

Finally after what seemed like a lifetime did he finally react with something other than shock. Everything was in slow motion even his words he thought were coming out slower than usual. "Let me drive," he said without leaving room for discussion. "I know the city better then you."

For the first time in a very very long time, Voight didn't argue and instead just threw the keys at him before he all but wrenched the door off of the hinges and got in the passenger side with Tucker doing the same on the driver's side.

With a squeal of tires and a siren so loud they could barely hear themselves think, the two men were off to save the thing that both bonded them and tore them apart.

They were off to save the love of their lives…

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