AN: Happy Thursday. Can't wait for tonight's new eppy. Hope you're enjoying the fanfic until then. Warning: This chapter could be triggering and has violence.
Same day
East River Abandoned Warehouse.
When Olivia woke up she was lying on the cold cement floor. She felt wet. Her hands were cuffed with her own handcuffs above her head and around a metal pole.
She looked around and moaned. Her head was throbbing. Her body ached. She was alone in a room that had half-broken windows in this abandoned warehouse. The sun had fully gone down now. She could hear rush hour traffic outside.
"Help," she attempted to yell, but her voice was dry and felt sucked up into the night sky.
She slowly pulled herself up. There was an excruciating pain in her right leg. Blood was everywhere and she was dizzy. She looked down at the cut on her thigh, and then saw the blood was coming from both her thigh and her neck. Blood stained her shirt and matted her hair.
"Help," she screamed. "Somebody help!"
Then he stood up from the dark corner. His hands were a bloody mess. He looked shaken. "Go ahead scream," he said with a heavy broken tone in his voice. "They're looking for you…and me, I suppose."
Olivia tried to hold her body weight on the cut thigh that was starting to bleed heavier now that she sat up.
"HELP! Somebody help! Help me! HEEEELP!"
She heard the sirens and perked up, but they zipped past the building. "Heeeeelp me!"
"Thought you said your…partner…your Elliot would find you right away and,.. split me in two."
Olivia attempted to reach her back pocket to get the handcuff keys from her belt, but the flow of blood from her leg gushed out.
"You should have stayed lying down," he responded. "Allows the blood to clot and stay stagnant instead of gush."
She didn't want to lay back down, but he was right, and so moaned in pain back to the floor. "HEEEELLLP!"
"You can save your voice. I called talked to a...Fin already. Elliot will be here soon, and then we'll really see what kind of man he is."
She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed in her mind. "Why didn't you just run? You've had plenty of time to get away," she raged and sobbed. "Why are you doing this? If I'm your only daughter. Why would you….," she began to hold back tears, but they ran down her face.
"Where would I run," he mopped. "You've taken everything from me. I called Sharon and she knows. She knows about my dark secret. Simon probably knows too. He didn't answer his phone. They were all I had and you took that from me."
"I guess we're even then," she slowly responded through her mess of blood, sweat, tears, and hair. Her eyes jetted to him like daggers.
"I don't want to see you suffer. You need to be taught a lesson. You practically asked me to do this," he badly limped over to her.
"I've already suffered enough, because of you. Why bring Elliot into it," she tried for the cuffs with the key in her hand, but the key fell to the ground.
He hobbled closer, picked up the keys, and jiggled them in front of her face. "I gave you life. It was your mother who made you suffer."
He then forced her to lie back down on the floor. "You must lay down or you're going to bleed out. And we wouldn't want that. Not yet."
He then pulled the hair off of her face and took his coat and tied the arms around her bleeding leg.
"Why are you doing this," she sobbed.
"Shhhh," he put his bloody hand to her lips. "Call me dad and I'll uncuff you, and we can start over. I'll be the father you deserve."
She turned her face away from him and uncontrollably sobbed "I would never."
He then jammed his thumb into the cut on her neck.
"Ahhh," she cried out and then wiggled to get away from him. "Stop."
"Now, how am I supposed to trust you, if you can't even respect my name."
"You were never my father. I don't have a father."
"Mmm," he held her eyes. "So you ask me how I can do this to you? Practically beg me to help you out of the paint, and you can't even acknowledge that I'm the only living bloodline you have left. Once they shoot me down, I'll be gone you know. Simon will never accept you. He's a stubborn bigoted idiot. Give me my dying wish. Call me your dad."
She sat in pain and fear, her heart was pounding under her shirt. He leaned over top of her and pulled the box cutter out of his pocket and placed it on her neck.
"Maybe I won't give Elliot the satisfaction. I think maybe I need to do this now."
She clenched her eyes, her body shook. "But you're not a killer, dad. You're not a killer. You carefully cut your victims so that they can live a long full life. You help give life to children that would otherwise never be born. Please don't do this," she uncontrollably wept.
"That's right," he softly whispered at her face. "Tell me you love me. Look at me, and tell me you love me."
Her breath stagnated and she opened her eyes, the shock of it all was setting in and she shook her head attempting to make a decision. "I love…you"
"Dad," he pushed the knife into her skin.
"Dad. I love…you…dad."
Below they could hear voices and her eyes lit up.
Hollister backed up. He dropped the blade and disappeared into the dark stairwell.
"HELP," her voice strained and crackled.
"Liv!"
They could hear the voices below.
"Elliot, I'm here. He's in the stairwell."
She heard the click of the gun echo from the doorway.
"Elliot, stop he has a gun. He's coming."
"Liv," Elliot yelled from the first floor. "We're coming."
"NOO! Elliot stop!"
Then she heard a gunshot and a thud. And the voices were yelling and then silent.
"Elliot!," she screamed. Her head got light and her vision blurred, and she was so cold.
Hollister had Elliot at gunpoint. "That's it. Nice and slow. Put your gun down. Take your handcuffs off your belt. And your cell phone."
Elliot dropped his phone, cuffs, and his gun onto the ground, and turned to see Olivia in a pool of blood.
"Sit on that pole," Hollister ordered. He then cuffed Elliot to a nearby metal pole.
He walked over to Olivia and undid the coat around her leg. "I love you daughter. Know that I always loved you. But I had to do this. You gave me no choice. You won't die alone. Elliot is going to watch you die or…if it's really meant to be…he'll save you."
He then walked to the doorway and tossed the handcuff keys in Elliot's direction. "You have anywhere between 2-5 minutes to stop her bleeding or she'll die. But seeing as you made her wait…an awfully long time I'll wager she has closer to 2 minutes. Do my daughter well."
"Ahhhhh," Elliot raged. He threw his legs out toward the keys but they were too far. "Liv! Don't close your eyes."
"Elliot…."
He wormed his way down to the floor and reached for the keys, which his shoe barely touched. "I'm gonna get you out of here, baby. Just stay with me. MUNCH," he yelled toward the stairwell.
Munch mumbled on the stairs but he was shot badly.
"So…cold," Olivia shivered.
Elliot grunted and flailed until finally the key slid under his shoe and he could pull it closer. He was able to pull it up towards his hands slowly but surely. "I've almost got it. Liv, you still with me. Liv!"
She passed out.
Elliot got his hand out of the cuffs and raced over to her. "Liv," panic escaped his throat. "No…no. no…I'm gonna get you out of here. I love you so much. Don't you leave me," She opened her eyes for a moment as he pulled his t-shirt off and wrapped it hard around her leg wound. He then picked up his phone and dialed in, as he undid her cuffs and lifted her from the ground.
"We need backup and a bus. Two officers down. A lot of blood loss."