So here we are with chapter 26, what can I say, we don't see a breakthrough yet, but that thing I was telling you all about, the shocker? Yeah it happens here so get your tissues. Not much else to say except Dick Wolfe owns the SVU characters, and I own the rest. Enjoy- well as much as you can cuz I- yeah!

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She gave a long, pained, and tired cry at the end of her push before taking a needed break. Thirty two hours and she was at the end of her rope and wanted nothing more than to give up and go home.

"Olivia, you're almost there!"

"Please, I can't do it anymore." She pled near a whisper in tears, her voice worn out at this point. Between labor and now the pain of pushing strenuously for over two hours; she needed some relief. Just then a contraction tore through her and instead of screaming she pitifully broke into sobs. Harlan appeared behind the old doctor and slit her throat.

"Nooo!" She cried out and tried to get up but the pain of the contraction kept her in place and left her sobbing even harder.

"Just like a damn girl to cry!" Harlan said As he wiped the blood from the scalpel and stepped toward her.

"Stay...away from me..." Another pained cry escaped her before she began breathing heavily. "OH GOD!"

"He can't help ya sweetheart, sounds like you need me." He said moving her hair out of the way. "My God you turn me on!" She nearly vomited from his touch.

"Somebody help meeee!" She screamed as loud as she dared but Harlan just laughed, he knew no one was coming.

"Help meeee!" He mocked. "You stupid bitch, ain't a damn body comin; just me and our baby! Oops, looks like he's makin his entrance, come on boy." She tried hard not to push but it was no use, the baby was coming!

"Oh God!" She cried as she felt it tearing it's way out of her.

"Good job boy, that's it, show this whore who's in charge!" He laughed and cheered as she cried and screamed in agony as their son came out. Olivia was beyond it at this point and just wanted it over, letting out a blood curdling scream as it finally ended and his cries filled the air. Olivia looked up, in terrible pain and watching Harlan cut the cord and walk away.

"Please, give him to me!" She cried, but he paid her no mind and Bronwyn appeared to take him.

"Raise him good!"

"Oh Harlan, it's an honor." She said as Harlan put him in her arms.

"Bronwyn please, give me my baby!"

"He's my baby, hmm, say goodbye William." She said as she left the room, his cries heard faintly as he got further away and Olivia broke down in tears still looking in the direction they went.

"Bronwyn!" She screamed and continued crying.

"Mission accomplished. But now I think it's time for one last fuck before I kill you, what say ya boys?" He said as he unbuckled his pants and Doc and several others came out of nowhere.

"Sounds good to me!" Doc agreed, looking at her lustfully.

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She woke up screaming again, this time clutching her stomach and she ran to the bathroom dropping to her knees and dry heaving into the toilet. Ten minutes passed before it stopped and she sat against her bathroom wall, her knees against her chest with her head down and just cried.

It had been a month since she got home and this was not getting easier and it made her wonder just what exactly was the point. Maybe she'd been right when she'd slit her wrist, in the end, no one would suffer her loss. She be at peace with her mother and her baby and it was more than she could say for here. She curled up on the bathroom floor and lay there in tears. It was the only thing that gave her comfort anymore. She lay there and cried until she couldn't, holding her belly as she wept.

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The morning came and she was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the door. It took her a minute to get herself together. When she had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor a couple hours ago she had fallen into a deep sleep and when she woke up she had been spared from another dream, one that actually happened where she'd begged Harlan not to take her downstairs; she'd blown him and all it got her in the end was a slap to the face and taken downstairs anyway where she was forced to endure more of their sick treatment...

I'll be good... She reasoned to no avail.

She hadn't been able to wake from it on her own and was in tears for a moment before she realized that someone was at the door and got up, practically swallowed by her pajamas as she headed for the door to see who it was.

"Fin?" She said nervously, quietly and holding in her sobs as she stood at the door.

"It's me baby girl." He answered. She quickly threw the locks open and threw herself into his arms, sobbing pitifully.

"Hey. It's okay, I'm here!" He soothed as he held her trembling body. "It's okay; it's alright Liv." She continued to cry there in his arms, not even hearing his calming words she was so afraid.

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In Pennsylvania at the correctional facility, Doc was having a hard time. Harder than the fact that he'd been denied bail or that his wife and son hadn't come to visit him at all since he'd been here, what made this so terrible for him was those damn cops; they'd made sure to put it out loud and clear that he'd kidnapped and repeatedly raped a woman, a pregnant woman, and invited his friends to do the honor as well. This got him a lot of attention, not good, and it was not a walk in the park for him. Every night he was used as someone's bitch and they were not gentle when it came to giving Doc just what he deserved. He was pretty sure that that this rate he'd die from anal trauma before he got out.

Today he sat in his cell thinking about what the ADA offered him and he started to cry. He thought he had it all figured out and now Lucius was dead, Olivia was safe and here he was, ruined, with no deal because the Lancaster police, after going through all the things they'd recovered from Lucius' house, they'd found what they were looking for- the list with the names of the other men from the gangbangs and they were slowly being arrested as the cops found them, one by one. And as they were caught, they were looking for someone to blame - and it would eventually fall to him, he didn't know how and he didn't want to find out but he knew it would. Between that and being assaulted; those twisted men were screwing him like he was some sort of woman and that was a no go, he had to get out of here, but how?

"This is all that stupid whore's fault. We should have killed her and put her-" an eerie smiled crept upon his lips. He did have something they could use and it would definitely take him out if this mess; out of this place if he played his cards right. Maybe this would be his golden ticket. He'd definitely lose Grace and Sam but this was his freedom here and when he got out he already knew what he was gonna do and it involved a certain brunette, sex with her until he was raw, then a perfect grave where she would rot.

"Hell, I might just bury her alive!" He smiled at the thought, it was definitely comforting imagining her with her life, her air slowly slipping away and nobody will hear her screams and cries... He needed to call the ADA!

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"You wanna talk about it?" Fin asked.

"No..." She sat there in his arms leaning so tightly against him, it was hard to tell where he ended and she began and that was fine with her; she needed to be able to get lost in someone.

"Liv I'm worried about you."

"Don't be."

"If only...you're my oldest friend in the world and seein you like this...just tell me what I can do."

"You're doing it..." There were tears streaming down her face. "...where do you think we go when we?"

"That's not somethin you thinkin about..." She didn't answer him, just sat sat there, so still. "Liv? That's not something you're thinkin about?"

"I um... I try. And then um...I close my eyes, or sometimes when their wide open I see him...and I see them and uh...I feel their hands, mouths, their pe- I just, I feel like I'm filthy and I want to die!" Tears were coming fast and hard.

"Liv..."

"You don't know what they did to me; how they... I would pray that you guys would come for me because I thought I was strong enough to pick up my life and move on..."

"You are strong enough, and you can get through this."

"Do you see this?" She pushed up her sleeve and forced him to look at her arm. "I did this because near the end I gave up and I- I wanted to die so with the last bit of strength I had that night I tore off my necklace and I sliced my wrist open."

"You what?"

"...they; hurt me so bad, that night I just... I gave up. I gave up hope of being found, of being rescued. I had just spent eight hours being... Again. These men did every sick thing they could do to me for eight hours and when they were done, so was I... dying was so peaceful until Harlan found me; when I woke up; he had gotten Doc to stitch me and as a reward; he let him rape me all over again- it never stopped. For three months it never stopped. Do you want some tea? I'm gonna have some." She got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen.

"Liv..." He got up and walked towards her.

"I've got peppermint, chamomile, and peach, unless you want coffee... I don't think I have any..." She said going through the cabinets. "But you could get some; there's a market two blocks down that has it." She said as she began cleaning the counters.

"...you okay?"

"I'm fine...I'm just... I'm fine." She said and continued cleaning.

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At Brian's apartment, he had just come back from a run and was about to take a shower when there was a knock at the door. He went and answered it, to find Amanda on the other side.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he walked away from the door. Amanda made her own way in.

"Hello to you too." she said.

"So..."

"So?"

"You didn't tell me what you're doing here." He took beer bottle from the fridge and uncapped it.

"I came by to check on you."

"You came by to check on me? That's funny considering you've been walking around here like I shot your dog!" Sliding it to her, he uncapped another and took a swig.

"Thanks. I suppose I'm owed that." She took a rough swig. "I just wanted to see you, make sure you're doing okay...I know it's been rough."

"Yeah well, you've seen me and I'm fine so... You can go." He took another swig of his beer.

"Brian."

"I mean it, you've seen what you came for so beat it." A third hard swig and her sat the beer down on the counter and left the kitchen.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Look, I'm not in the mood for your games Amanda. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a shower to get to... Let yourself out." He said and went into the bathroom, taking off his shirt and shutting the door.

"Cassidy..." He came out oh the bathroom in his running shorts, his sneakers having been discarded with his shirt.

"You're still here." He said more to himself than her. "What?!" He uttered, short tempered.

"...nothing." And with that she headed for the door.

"Nothing?" He scratched his head in frustration, confused by her motives. "I will never understand women!" He mumbled under his breath.

"Lemme get this straight, you come all the way over here..."

"It's not ALL the way..."

"All the way over here, supposedly to check on me..." He has her backed against the door.

"I did come to check on you." She said, looking at his package

"I'm up here!" He said, her eyes cautiously lifting up to his face- and then down to his mouth, while she swallowed hard.

"I just...I thought that if we..."

"If we...?"

"...could...you gonna make me say it?"

"You want it?"

"Don't act like I'm the only one."

"You came to me."

"Brian. Look I need a release okay? And I know you do too...you're stressed...and I'm stressed"

"As long as you understand that we're just sex and Amaro stays out of my face..."

"That won't happen again"

"Good!" He picked her up, her legs around him kissing her deep as he discarded her clothes on the way to the bedroom.

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An hour later Fin walked into the precinct to see Amaro at the coffee machine.

"Hey, how's Liv?"

"She's uh... I called Stabler to sit with her before I left. I'm worried about her."

"Same as I felt last night when I saw her. She doesn't sleep you know?"

"Among other things..."

"Detectives" Murphy said upon entering the squad room. "Where's Rollins?"

"Not in till two." Fin said as he took a seat at his desk.

"I'm gonna head out to 1PP, Amaro you can let the new guy shadow you for the day." Murphy said

"I..."

"Thanks."

"Hey, why am I being given a new partner? I mean, Liv is comin back right?"

"I need to get to 1PP!" He said and walked off, Fin gave a sad look.

"I don't like where this is going!"

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"I know you have somewhere to be." Olivia said. She had been cleaning the apartment since Fin left and hadn't stopped.

"If I had somewhere to be, I wouldn't be here. Stop worrying..." Elliot said. "Why don't you try to get some sleep?"

"Because I can't."

"You could try. I'll be right here."

"I'm not tired."

"Liv, you're exhausted. When's the last time you slept?"

She looked at him for a moment then turned her head away. "I know Fin called you because he's worried, he thinks I'm gonna hurt myself." She said in a small voice.

"Are you?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?"

"We're worried about you Liv"

"Get out"

"What?"

"I said get out"

"Liv..."

"GET OUT!" She screamed, pushing him to the door.

"Liv, lemme call somebody..."

"Leave me alone" And she slammed the door in his face and broke down there in the entryway.

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Over at Brian's...

"Oh God, oh God..." She screamed and collapsed on top of him. She quickly rolled off and cuddled against him, completely spent.

"I can't feel my toes!" Brian exclaimed. She laughed and kissed him.

"That was incredible! Thank you!" She kissed him again and got up reaching for her clothes.

"Leaving again?"

"I have a job to go to." She said as she put her panties on.

"We both do"

"I meant now." She laughed. She put her pants back on and sat down to put on her shoes.

"Don't you wanna..."

"Brian, this is release, that's it. You fuck me good, I fuck you good. I come, you come, I leave. No strings. I gotta go, thanks for a great time."

"Yeah, you too!"

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At the corner of 6th and 71st, inside a building there was rape happening. The old lady had been told that it she fought or screamed, she would be done for so she suffered what her assailant did to her in silence, save a few weeps. When he was done, he told the woman to give him her purse and stay turned around for 100 seconds, scared out of her mind, she did just that and at the man's insistence, began counting. It wasn't the first time he had done this so it would be easy. Only, he didn't count on a cop being there, and as he turned to leave the building the cop ordered him to stop and put his hands up. He was too far away from his victim to use her as a hostage, so feeling he had nothing to lose he decided to go for it and he pulled his gun as the cop was calling for backup.

It didn't end well. The rapist ended up dead on the steps of the building from a bullet to the head and at the same time the cop lay dying from a bullet to the chest, his radio calling him frantically.

"Officer Tutuola... Officer Tutuola... We have an officer down..."

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I'm sorry.