Chapter 56 picks up where 55 left off.

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"Under arrest?" Nick said shocked.

"Phillips, you take one step near that room and I'll break your legs!" Elliot said and he meant it.

"See, there you go again Stabler; I'm starting to think you have anger issues!" Phillips said with a grin, meaning to make Elliot feel small.

"Anger? Believe me, you haven't seen anger yet!" When Elliot got up in his face, the rest of the men knew that there was a chance that this wasn't to be so smooth and they jumped to separate the two.

"Sorry Stabler, but your fucktoy is a murderer, and she's going down...no pun intended!" Before his next thought could register, Elliot had crossed the small space left between them in the hall and slammed his fist into Phillips left cheek so hard that it sent the man quickly to the floor and Elliot didn't stop there. He jumped on Phillips, straddling him and punched him over and over.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" He said and kept punching in a fury. Nick, Fennigan and Bradshaw quickly swept in to break it up but it seemed like forever before they were able to pry him off, the policemen getting involved as well! It was then that Phillips was able to get a punch in, across Elliot's face but Elliot was like a madman and launched at Phillips so aggressively that when he almost broke free on his final attempt, Fennigan, Nick and Bradshaw had to pin him on the floor, face down while the police officers helped Phillips.

"Violence…" Phillips said, staggering and wiping his mouth of the blood that was pouring. "I see why you two clique!" He let out a laugh to push his point, but he was hurting.

"Stabler, we're gonna let you up..." Bradshaw said "you cool?"

"I'm alright, I'm alright!" Elliot said. The three of them slowly got up, taking their knees from Elliot's back and pulled him up.

"Sir, do you wanna press charges?" The cop asked Phillips. Bradshaw and Fennigan stood looking at Stanley.

"No!" Phillips said, just a love tap!" He was staring at Elliot who was looking through him.

"What charges? What could they possibly…" Elliot started, quickly cut off by Fennigan. Softly.

"She emptied a clip into him, Stabler. Shot him ten times!"

"And you think that's a reason for arrest? What that bastard did- look at her, she's lucky to have gotten out of there alive!"

"And if it were up to us this wouldn't be an issue"

"But it's not!" Phillips interjected "She used excessive force!"

"Excessive force? Are you high? That woman is sitting in there covered in bruises, she almost died twice because that bastard ruptured her pla-"

"Save it for somebody who cares! I'm arresting her and I got the go ahead from the guys upstairs to do it. Now, how about you play nice and see if she's done breastfeeding. Time is money!" but Elliot again took the moment to get in his face.

"I get it; perturbed because she called you out yesterday? Or because Agent Austin shut you up when you were trying to play big man?" Phillips stood there, feeling embarrassed but damn if he would let it show and instead he shifted to his comment.

"You checking your girlfriend or should I?" Elliot looked at him and just laughed.

"This isn't over!" Elliot said before he walked off to Olivia's room.

"How's he gonna tell her this?" Nick said to nobody in particular, upset beyond words as he took out his phone to dial Fin.

"Why didn't you tell me? My god Fin!" Amanda said, sounding a lot happier. "Is she alright?"

"She's fine, and I didn't tell you because you're goin through so much yourself, but then I thought that maybe you could use some good news."

"A little girl...Oh I bet she's beautiful! What about Liv? Is she okay after...I can't believe he wasn't dead all this time; god, how is she coping?"

"She'll be alright." Fin said the only thing he could. "She's got Elliot and a brand new baby to think about; it'll be hard but she'll get through it." Amanda nodded, feeling so overwhelmed that she started to cry. "Hey, come on, it's alright!" He said, putting his arm around her and she immediately turned to him leaning against his chest as she cried.

"I know… It just adds to what I'm already feeling!"

"Feeling? Somethin you wanna share?"

"Fin, I'm pregnant!" She said, laughing through her tears.

"Amanda!" Fin said, shock and he guessed happiness before simply pulled her closer and held her tight. He'd already decided, after talking to Nick that he'd destroy the diary and the phone. Darrell did what he did, and although Fin wished that he'd handled it differently, he did it, Darrell thought with good intentions. He was never going to help Bronwyn; he'd had all the time in the world and just kept putting her off. Fin decided to let sleeping dogs lie. Darrell was gone and all he had left was a grieving wife and mother who loved him. Fin wouldn't let this eclipse that.

When Darrell's funeral came in a few days and when that baby would be born a few months from now, he'd leave Amanda with good memories to hold onto, she was grieving enough.

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"Where the hell are you Fin?" Amaro said as he hung up the phone then shot Fin a text. "You need to be here!"

In Olivia's room, she lay on her side feeding Serena, when her mind became plagued with thoughts, going back as far as Harris years ago.

"Oh, we're way past apologies now. Now shut up, and do what you're told!"

"No don't… What do you want?"

"What every guy wants...and you're going to give it to me!"

"Get off me… Help!"

"Yeah."

"Help! Heellpp!"

"Keep screaming… No one can hear you…"

"Please don't!" She begged. Until this moment, she'd never begged for anything but here and now; she couldn't allow this, she couldn't be raped, here, in this basement, by this pathetic excuse for a man and if begging was her only recourse, she'd do it even though it seemingly fell on deaf ears.

"I'm going to take my time with you!"

"Please don't!"

Suddenly the prison had disappeared and she was in the granary with Billy standing in front of her, her hands cuffed behind her back and she was absolutely trembling inside! "...it's your choice now...and I have you both so...I can do you, let her watch...or I can cut her down, do her, let you watch...I'm fine either way!"

Without a second thought to her own safety or concern, there she was, bent over that table there in the granary while Billy worked her. Sick at the feel of his hands, his mouth on her; the feeling of his fingers on her most intimate parts made her stomach turn and she gripped the table even harder while praying for it to end. She wept silently, not being able to cry; she couldn't although she wanted to; not with Amelia there, she would not let the child see her be broken down further by this man and she wished she was anywhere but here as he shocked her, painfully penetrating her with his thick fingers, shoving three inside her and thrusting hard and rough while he continued to manipulate her clit. She thought she would split in half from the intrusion, no amount of stimulation could make this bearable but she dealt with it and simply disassociated herself from the brutal taking. When he saw that she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction, he stopped his thrusting and rested his fingers on her clit.

"That's it? That's how you gonna get me off?" He whispered as he bit her ear, remaining inside her but stroking her, trying to get some feeling; some response. "You just gonna stand there, play possum?" When he realized that she wouldn't respond, he quickly pulled out.

"Alright! You know what?" He teased as he made his way around the table and undid one of her hands as her pulled a gun. "New game. My rules, not yours...this is gonna be more fun!" He emptied the revolver of one of his guns…they were going to play Russian Roulette! She looked on feeling sicker, wanting to scream at the madness that she and Amelia were trapped in.

"...death is not something to be afraid of, Olivia!"

And her thoughts lead her to that room where she spent three miserable months being abused worse than she ever thought possible! William had learned from this man and his father taught him well!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please! I won't do it again, I won't…!" She begged, as Harlan had the wire cutters about to rip her leg open!

"You know the rules Olivia. Now, you won't me to cut up, or cut down?" He grinned, holding the cutters.

"Please don't Harlan please; I'll do whatever you want!" She couldn't get her words out from crying so hard, snot running from her nose as the cutters came closer and being restrained to the bed, she couldn't get away.

"Don't worry baby...it won't hurt but a lot!"

She had seemed lost in her thoughts when she suddenly looked down and was reminded that she had a fresh start. That in spite of what she'd been through, she had something, someone to live for and she stoked Serena's hair and cheek gently.

"You'll never go through what I've been through." Olivia said softly to her with tears in her eyes. She was falling asleep at Olivia's breast but still, she responded to her touch and smiled as she drank. "You won't ever know…" When she heard the door to her room open, she looked up from the baby for a moment and saw Elliot as he stepped inside and stood there, the two of them staring at each other. It was just a few seconds before he broke the silence; uncomfortably, and wishing that these last 10 minutes didn't exist.

"Liv…"

"I'm sorry." She cried, she felt that she'd hurt him with her last words, although right now, they were the furthest thing from his mind.

"Don't be" he said as he walked over to her bed.

"You're too understanding, and I don't always deserve it." She looked away, using her finger to break Serena's latch and allowed her to continue sleeping on the bed beneath her while she fixed herself and tried to tie her gown, though painfully as even the slightest move right now was a great discomfort; thankful when Elliot reached over to do it for her.

"Here, let me."

"See what I mean?" He smiled as he tied her gown, after which, he picked up Serena, gently so as not to wake her, his large hand across her stomach, lingering there as he looked down at her before he looked at Olivia.

"Liv, I don't want you to say anything!" His face was stern, a warning in his voice and a hint of confusion shot across her features, mainly her eyes. She was tired, sleepy and in pain so she thought that it attributed to her not understanding but she was lost.

"I don't understand; what are you…?" She asked, softly lifting Serena from Elliot's arms and adjusting the baby's blanket.

"The FBI is here..."

"Here? I don't...why? They said they were finished; that they were done. Do they have more questions? I already told them everything, I…"

"Baby, listen to me…" He said as he took her hand, looking into her eyes. He had started to tell her the reality of the situation when suddenly the door burst open and in walked Agent Phillips, looking smug in spite of his split lip and terribly bruised cheek. He was using his handkerchief to absorb the blood that wouldn't stop from his mouth that Elliot had hammered, but even then he took too much joy in what he was about to do.

"Don't do this, Phillips!" Elliot begged as Olivia turned around and sat up partially.

"Sorry, but orders are orders. Sergeant Benson, you are under arrest!" Olivia, looked to Elliot with sheer shock and confusion on her face and then down at Serena before looking back at Elliot and finally turned to Phillips.

"Arrest? I don't understand; what did I do?"

"Does putting ten bullet holes in Harlan Lewis ring a bell?" Phillips asked snidely.

"Olivia, don't say a word!"

"It was self defense"

"Self defense? I see; self defense and you emptied an entire clip into a man? Your hand please." He asked as he took out his handcuffs. When Olivia looked at them, shining in his hand, a deep fear overtook her.

"You can't-"

"Elliot…!" She said before turning back to Phillips. "Look, please, don't okay? You don't have to put the cuffs on me, I'm not going… please don't!" She cried, trying to blink back tears but she couldn't. All she could see was those cuffs; and a reminder of the things that were done to her while she'd been subdued.

"Fine. You have the right to remain silent, if you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"I know my rights"

"Then you won't mind me going over them to be safe. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights?"

"Are you done?"

"I'm putting a police escort outside your door, don't try anything or I will be forced to o cuff you to this bed until you're released, we clear?" She looked at him defiantly, the sheer joy on his face and she swallowed her fear, deciding not to give him the satisfaction and she spoke up.

"Are you done?" She said again in a voice that was much braver than she felt and bigger as she held her daughter, gently rocking her so she wouldn't wake up.

"For now"

"Good. Get the hell out of my room!" She said, Elliot staring him down as if he'd kill him. As he started to go, Phillips turned to the officer he'd brought into the room with him.

"You stand outside this door and you are not to leave until your relief shows up, is that understood?"

"Yes sir, Agent Phillips!" The officer said, looking back at Olivia with genuine sorrow on his face as he and Phillips left the room, as soon as they did, Olivia turned to Elliot and broke.

"How can they do this? They can't just…"

"Look at me" Elliot said, caressing her face "do you trust me?" When she nodded yes, it was all he needed. "Then trust me when I say that I will fix this, okay? I will fix this!" And he pulled her into his arms.

And over at Olivia's lawyer's office, Carolyn was dreading having to make a phone call to Olivia, deciding that perhaps it would be best to drive out to Nassau and give her the news in person.

Joanie had wasted no time getting the ball rolling, filing her custody suit early this morning and asking the judge for full custody of the baby, citing Olivia as having physical, mental and emotional distress and therefore being unable to properly care for a needy infant.

God, she hated her job on days like this!

I know, I'll sort it out. Trust me...or better yet, don't, I can be a little rotten!