|Trapped In Paradise
Author: Wax Angel Wings PM
Katrina has our two favorite detectives and one FBI agent trapped on a private island. Will Olivia give up all hope of a possible escape? Sequel to Resurrection Please read and review!Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 8 - Words: 44,402 - Reviews: 32 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 05-07-08 - Published: 09-22-07 - id: 3798339
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Trapped In Paradise
Author's note: This is a sequel to Resurrection which can also be found under my account name. If you haven't read Resurrection I suggest you do or else you might be a little lost in what's happening here. I have decided to continue Resurrection because I think it's having a good run. Enjoy and remember to review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Elliot, Olivia, Munch, Cragen, Casey, or Fin, but I wish I did cause then I would be rich and I wouldn't have to write fan fiction about them. Also Fin would cuss a lot more and Elliot and Olivia would be getting it on like rabbits on crack. All the original characters belong to me, so if you want to use them (which I doubt) just let me know. If you wonder where I get my ideas, and other stupid facts, repeat to yourself it's just a story, and I really should relax.
The favor Katrina called in was a simple one. She needed someone to get to Olivia's desk in the special victims unit and change the address on the computer along with the name. She couldn't have Olivia's steps retraced, and since her friend Sarah was there with Daniel she knew that it would be easy for that to be done. Once she had gotten in touch with Sarah, she hung up the phone and looked at Elliot who was still out. She pulled a syringe from her coat pocket and injected it into his neck, that would keep him out for another hour or so while she made arrangements to leave. She called the main house and Charity picked up the phone.
"This better be good." Charity said, sounding like she was a little distracted.
"Get two of the guys out here I need to move some bodies." Katrina said and she could practically hear Charity rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah I'll take care of it." Charity responded and then hung up the phone. Katrina smiled and walked out of the stables to wait for two of her guy friends to come out and help her move Elliot. The plan was to get them on a private plane to a summer home on a private island that Katrina owned. She had just recently purchased the estate, not exactly sure when she was going to use it, but now seemed as good a time as ever to relocate. By the time the police got anywhere near her house in upstate New York she would be on a plane over the ocean with Olivia, Elliot, and Lilly. It seemed like once again she had outsmarted the people that were there to ruin her plans.
Back at the station Sarah slowly approached Olivia's computer. She pulled a disk from her purse and looked around. No one was paying any attention to her whatsoever. She sat down at Olivia's desk and slid the disk into the computer. With a couple quick key strokes she had it up and running, a few seconds later the computer screen flickered and came up blue, she had successfully caused it to crash. It would take them a few hours to get it back online, and when it did restart it would cause all of the other computers on the same network to crash. Olivia's hard drive was completely erased too, so anyone trying to figure out where she had just gone would be lost. She got up from the desk and reached to pull the disk out of the drive when Munch grabbed her wrist.
"Let go of me." She said forcefully, but he didn't let go, "This is harassment my client—"
"Shut up! I don't know what you just did but you did something and I'm detaining you." Munch said and then reached down and picked up the disk from the outstretched tray. It was unlabeled, but he was sure he could get someone to find out what was on it. He pulled Sarah from Olivia's chair and started to pull her towards lock up. He hadn't seen her put the disk into the computer, or even the keystrokes she made, but he did see her eject the disk and the blue screen on Olivia's computer. He wasn't stupid, he knew she had done something.
"I want a lawyer." Sarah said as he pushed her into an empty cell. "You know you'll never find them."
"Elliot, Olivia, and Lilly…we are always one step ahead of you cops." Sarah said and then sat down on the bench provided for her.
"If you know something you better spill it now or else no one is going to cut you a break." Munch said, Sarah snorted back a laugh and folded her arms over her chest.
"Honey all you really have me on is obstruction I'll get probation because my record is clean. So don't try to trap me with your silly little threats." Sarah replied and then laid down on the bench on her back and looked up at the ceiling. Munch glared at her for another moment before turning away to go see Cragen. So far, he had ascertained that Sarah knew that Olivia, Elliot, and Lilly were missing. He figured she probably knew where they were going but like her friend, Overbeck, she wasn't about to spill the beans any time soon.
Olivia woke up because her ears were popping and it was destroying her peaceful demoral slumber. She groaned only to realize that duct tape covered her mouth, and when she tried to move her arms she found they were tied tightly behind her back. She was laying on a bed in what seemed to be a large private plane. Elliot was next to her, and Lilly next to him, they two were both gagged and bound, but still asleep. She kicked her legs out, trying to stretch them, when she saw the bindings around her ankles. Something in her realized the severity of the situation and she started to struggle harder until she fell off the bed and onto the floor. She screamed into her gag but could barely be heard over the hum of the engines of the plane.
"Well at least one of you is awake, you wanna play cards or something?" Katrina said as she poked her head into the door of the bedroom. Olivia turned her head and glared at Katrina, who walked over and pulled the tape off of her mouth roughly.
"Bite me bitch." Olivia said and then spat at her. The saliva hit Katrina's cheek and she wiped it away with a disgusted look in her eye, "Where the hell am I?"
"On your way to a private island off the coast of Florida, and that's all you need to know." Katrina replied and then reached to push some hair out of Olivia's eyes. Olivia immediately jerked back and tried to get out of the way of Katrina's touch. "Now do you want to play cards or not?"
"I'd rather stick a fork in my eye." Olivia replied, "Now leave me the hell alone." Katrina shrugged and walked over to the bed and sat down at the foot of it. She looked up at Elliot, who didn't look so good with a broken nose, and Lilly most likely had a broken cheekbone, Olivia had gotten off light. She reached up and took the tape off both of their mouths, but they remained in their drugged up state.
"When they come around, tell them what's going on. I don't like having to repeat myself." Katrina said and then went to leave the room to go to another part of the plane.
"Wait a minute! Get me back on the bed!" Olivia said and then managed to get into a sitting position, although she wasn't sure if she could stand up with her ankles being bound as they were. Katrina looked at her and instead of helping she winked and then walked out, shutting the door behind her and locking it. Olivia growled and shifted a few times until she was on her knees. From there she was able to stand up and hop over to the bed and fall down on it. Once she was there she sighed loudly and tried to nudge Elliot awake. She nudged him with her shoulder for a full five minutes before he made a sound like he was waking up.
"My nose is broken." He groaned and then rolled over completely and looked at her, "Olivia? Where the hell are we?"
"On a plane, on our way to a private island. That's all Katrina would tell me." Olivia replied and then backed herself up against the front of the bed and rested her back against the wall. With a bit of struggling Elliot joined her, as he tried not to wake Lilly.
"How did this happen? Were cops for Christ sake! Lilly is a god damn FBI agent and yet here we are on a fucking private plane!" Elliot yelled, normally Olivia would have put a hand on his shoulder, or an arm around him but in her current position she could do neither, "We are so screwed you know that don't you?"
"We are not screwed Elliot, I don't see Evelyn here maybe she—"
"No Evelyn is dead Olivia." Elliot said and then gave her an apologetic look, "I saw it happen myself, I'm sorry." For some reason that news hit her hard. She felt tears stinging her eyes but she didn't want Elliot to see her cry so she turned her head away. Elliot inched over to her and put his head on her shoulder gently. She turned and looked at him, his eyes staring up at her empathetically.
"Elliot I can't do this again." She said, barely able to control the sob that was behind it. She started to cry and slumped down so her head was resting against his. He wanted to take her into his arms and hold her tightly but he was bound and he was starting to get pissed about that.
"You can do this because I am here, Lilly is here, we are all very smart and we will all get out of this alive." Elliot said to her. She took in a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, she didn't want to chance that Katrina might come in there and see her crying. She turned her head and wiped her face on her shoulder and sniffled slightly.
"Yes you are here, I think that makes a hell of a big difference." Olivia replied and then forced a smile. Without even thinking about it she moved down and kissed him on the lips softly. For a moment he resisted but then started to kiss back.
"I have got to stop drinking so much…" Lilly groaned and then sat up and looked around, "who the hell did I sleep with now?" Her head turned and she saw Elliot and Olivia together, next to her on the bed. She blinked a few times and they both looked at her. "Please tell me this isn't as bad as it looks." She started to move her arms only to find they were bound at the wrists.
"It's worse then it looks Lilly." Olivia said calmly hoping that her voice didn't give away that she was just crying. "But we'll get out of this."
"Of course we will." Lilly replied and then laid down on her side and started to bring her feet up. Olivia and Elliot watched her and after a moment of tense struggling Lilly had managed to get her hands from behind her back to in front of her by going over her feet. Olivia was flexible but she didn't think she'd ever be able to do that. Once Lilly's hands were in front of her it was going to be easy to escape, after all the bindings were only duct tape. She reached down and undid her ankles first, then bit into the tape around her wrists and managed to rip the tape off there too. "Who's next?"
"Me please, my nose is itching." Olivia said and turned her back to Lilly, who undid the tape around Olivia's wrists. Once they were free she immediately scratched her nose and then started to work on the tape around her ankles. Elliot was soon to follow, and within seconds the two of them were free. Lilly got up and walked over to the locked door and looked at it. It seemed like a rather flimsy door, and after all they were on a plane, how reinforced could it be?
"Elliot can you kick down the door?" Olivia asked him after she noticed Lilly studying it. Elliot looked at Olivia and brought a hand to his broken nose and touched it gently. A spark of pain shot through his face and he winced slightly.
"Yeah I think I can do that, but what's the plan once we get it down?" Elliot asked them. They did not have a plan and considering the fact that Katrina might have a gun, and be stupid enough to use it on an airplane, they really did need a plan.
"Well there are three of us and one of her, I think we can take her down but that still leaves us trapped in a plane." Olivia said and sat back down on the bed, "We don't know the pilots, they could be on her side."
"Would you rather wait till the plane lands?" Elliot asked, although he didn't think that was such a good idea. They were headed to a private island and they had absolutely no idea what would be waiting for them once they got there. Olivia had seen some of the guys that Katrina called "friends" and they were huge. She didn't want to admit that they could take Elliot down in a New York minute, she wanted to believe that he was stronger then that but he wouldn't be a match for them if they were waiting on the ground.
"Just so you know," A voice came over the intercom of the plane and the three looked up to try and see where it was coming from, "I can see and hear everything you are doing right now." It was Katrina's voice, she had surveillance cameras and microphones in the bedroom of the plane, she wasn't that stupid. Olivia put her hand to her face because she felt like crying again, although she didn't want either Elliot or Lilly to see that she was upset.
"Katrina! You're a bitch and we will get out of here!" Elliot yelled as if she couldn't hear him if he talked normally. There was a pregnant pause and then laughter came over the intercom. Elliot kicked the door and then went back to Olivia and put his arm around her. She sank into his arms like a stone and looked up at him, tears were shimmering in her eyes. Lilly sat back down on the bed, a plan for an ambushed attack was now out of play because Katrina knew their every move. Olivia covered her face with her hands and started to cry softly, Lilly didn't seem to notice, she was on the other side of the bed with her face in her hands trying to think. Elliot just held Olivia and let her cry, only she knew how bad the situation really was, and he was starting to get worried himself.
Evelyn woke up with a gasping breath and immediately threw up twice. Her head was spinning, she didn't even remember her own name, all she knew was that she was alive. The blood from her split lip had dried up and the eye that was swollen shut before she injected herself with the demoral that had been given to her was beginning to open on it's own accord. She got to her feet and stumbled towards the door of the stall that was still unlocked. She didn't know where she was, what she was doing there, or how she had even gotten there, and the name "Arkatin Nixherd" echoed in her brain, although she didn't know why.
She forced herself to walk out of the stables and towards the front of the house. Something in her brain was telling her to get out of there as fast as she could, although she wasn't sure why. She trusted her instincts on this one and passed by the house, it was dark out, the chances of anyone seeing here were very low. She didn't know that the people in the house had assumed her dead, she didn't know that Katrina had assumed her dead, hell she didn't even know the name Katrina. She stumbled past the iron gates that marked the front of the property and down the driveway, where she threw up a third time. She knew that she needed to get help and fast but she didn't know where that help would be coming from, or who to turn to.
When she finished the long walk down the driveway she lurched out onto the road that stretched out there. She fell to her hands and knees and started to crawl, away from the bad house, away from the feelings she had before. She kept crawling until she couldn't move anymore, and collapsed on the road with her arms outstretched in front of her. What happened next was an act of god, or what Evelyn would call pure luck. A truck came lumbering down the street with its headlights on and horn blowing. All she could do was lift her head maybe an inch off of the pavement to look at it. Part of her wanted to be run over and end all of this crap, but another part of her was screaming that she needed to get help to stay alive and to help others…other people whose names she couldn't for the life of her remember. The truck stopped and a man got out and came over to her.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, getting down by her side and putting a hand on her bare shoulder. She was still wearing what Katrina had put her in, nothing but a corset and a tail with hoof shaped boots on her feet. "What's your name?"
"Arkevelyn…" She muttered which sounded like a good enough answer to her although she had absolutely no idea what she was saying, "Felp ee." Came out in place of "help me" but the truck driver seemed to know what she meant and he picked her up and walked her back to his truck. He sat her up in the front seat and then went around to the driver's side and started to drive.
"I'm gonna get you to a hospital hun, just hold on." He said to her and then started to race off down the road in search of the nearest hospital. Evelyn might have groaned a response, she didn't know at that point if any of her vocalizations were real or imagined. Her head rolled back and she fell over, her head landing in the truck driver's lap. He looked down at her and put a hand in her hair, stroking it softly, "What the hell happened to you?" He muttered and continued his fast pace down the road. At that point Evelyn knew she was safe, so she let herself pass out…. She was on the way to getting help.
When she woke up again she was hooked up to every machine imaginable except a respirator. She looked around, there was no one in her room but her. She remembered her name, and bits and pieces of where she was before but not enough to construct a complete memory. She looked out of the window, the sun was coming up in the distance, and finally she knew she was somewhere safe. She lazily reached for the call button, her face hurt terribly but the last thing she wanted was more pain medication, she wanted to be sober for the rest of her life. She pressed the button with her thumb and then let it drop, it almost tired her out to do even that. A few moments later a nurse came into the room and saw that she was awake.
"You're awake." She said and Evelyn fought the urge to roll her eyes, of course she was awake she pressed the button after all.
"When can I go home?" Was the first thing she asked, she hated hospitals and had spent too much time in them when she had drugged out friends who would occasionally overdose on whatever it was they were taking.
"After you talk to the police, where is home for you?" The nurse asked gently and then pulled a chair up to her bedside. Evelyn could remember an address, but she wasn't sure if it was her address or not. Either way that was where she was going to tell them she was going, it would get her out of there faster.
"New York City, I must have had a really bad trip this time. The last thing I remember is dancing in a club." She replied even though that was a lie. The last thing she remembered was being in a barn in the back of someone's house but she knew if she said that they would want to know where the house was and at that moment she had absolutely no clue. She knew how the police worked, she had talked with them many times, if she could construct a fake story about a bad acid trip they would leave her alone until she could collect her thoughts and actually remember what had happened.
"You had a pretty close call there, you were extremely dehydrated." The nurse said and then reached to the end of the bed and picked up the chart that was hanging there, "We also found traces of demoral in your system, can you explain that?"
"I'm a stripper, I strip every night sometimes I use illegal painkillers to pass the time." She lied without even having to think about it. It was true though, when she was a stripper she did use lots of illegal drugs without a second thought. She was getting mad at herself though because she wanted to know why the hell she was in a barn when she woke up. "I dropped some acid quite some time ago and hitched a ride out into the country, I really wanted to see some horses for some reason….why do you even care?"
"Because you could have died, that's when I make it my business to care. Do you want to speak to the police now?" She asked but it didn't sound like she was buying any of the story. Evelyn nodded and made a gesture to send them in. The nurse got up and walked into the hallway, a few moments later she returned with two police officers behind her. Evelyn put on her game face and got ready to lie her way out of another precarious situation.
When the plane finally did land, none of the group of three knew what to do. If Katrina could see into the bedroom then she knew where they all were, some sort of attack was out of the question. They heard the door to the plane open and some voices, then footsteps as more then one person came to the door. It was quiet now, the hum of the engines was gone, and it was making Olivia just a little bit edgy. She kept staring at the door, expecting it to burst open and have Katrina backed up by some very large men.
"I am opening the door, if any one of you fuckers tries something I think you'll be presently surprised." Katrina's voice said from the door. Elliot didn't even turn his head in the direction of the voice, he was still holding Olivia in his arms and was watching for her reaction. Olivia rolled her eyes slightly and then looked up at him. Lilly stood up, took a deep breath and walked over to the door. It opened slowly to reveal Katrina and two other very large men standing there. The two men were holding what looked like M16s Katrina herself was unarmed. "My god you're beautiful." She said to the first person she saw, which was Lilly. Lilly glared back at her and shoved her aside, making her way out of the plane.
"Do your worst you idiots." She dared the men with the M16s as she walked past them, her posture was one of fearlessness, although she was still afraid that at any moment one of those guns might go off and take her down. One of the men followed her as she got off the plane, that just left Olivia and Elliot in the bedroom.
"You two, get walking." Katrina said and then turned and walked away. For a moment both Olivia and Elliot thought about not moving at all, then they saw the look on the armed man's face. They both got up and holding hands, Elliot led Olivia out of the bedroom towards the main cabin. Once they were there they saw the door to the plane was opened and Lilly was standing outside of it. She was currently trying to bum a cigarette from one of the guards who was standing next to the door of the plane. "Catch me, as I fall, say you're here and it's all over now, speaking to the atmosphere no one's here and I fall into myself…"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING SING THAT SONG YOU WHORE!" Olivia screamed and she turned and immediately tried to choke Katrina. The man with the gun, who was still in the plane, turned and aimed it at Olivia, Elliot quickly pulled her back and really had to struggle to hold her off, "I WILL KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME? YOU ARE DEAD!"
"OLIVIA!" Elliot shouted trying to calm her down, "Now is not the right time for this." He whispered into her ear. Her body remained tense for another moment but then she reluctantly relaxed. Elliot took her hand and started to lead her out of the plane. There, about a hundred feet away was a helicopter, they hadn't reached the private island yet and Elliot wasn't sure that he wanted to.
"Okay time for a helicopter ride, I rented the damn thing for the day may as well use it." Katrina said and then one of the armed guards handed her a gun. She then grabbed Lilly and pulled her close, putting then gun to her neck, "If anyone tries anything stupid I'll shoot Lilly." Olivia and Elliot looked to Lilly who looked annoyed but not panicked by the situation. She had been a hostage once before and she knew better then to lose her cool. They all climbed into the helicopter, Katrina keeping the gun on Lilly's neck the whole time.
"Where the hell is this island?" Elliot asked once they were inside and the door was shut. The engines started and they slowly lifted off the ground.
"About fifty miles from here, just letting you know so you don't escape, unless you think you can swim fifty miles without drowning." Katrina said and then they were off, flying over the ocean to some undisclosed location. Elliot kept his arm around Olivia and she didn't try to push him away, the scenery would have been considered beautiful if they weren't all being held hostage.
Back in the real world, Evelyn had lied her way out of the hospital and collected enough money for a bus ticket back to the city. She gave the cops the address of Elliot's house, without knowing whose house it was or why she knew the address. As soon as she got back in the city, she walked a few miles until she found Elliot's house and looked at it, wondering how she was going to get in. Something told her to check under a rock that was by the front steps. She actually had to check under about three until she found a plastic container with a key in it. She took the key out and walked up to the door and slid it into the lock. The door opened for her and she stepped inside the house.
Nothing was jogging her memory as of yet, and so she shut the door behind her and locked it making sure all of the locks on the door were secured. Something was telling her that someone was missing, but her brain wouldn't allow her to connect thoughts. She looked around and made her way towards the couch, the one with the table behind it. On the table was still a box of Olivia's stuff, even though she didn't recognize it as such. She started to sift through the box slowly, when she found a sweatshirt inside. Knowing that scent was one of the strongest senses linked to memory, she brought the material up to her nose and inhaled deeply.
"Olivia." She said to no one and then set the sweatshirt back down in the box. Next to the box there was a picture in a frame of Elliot and Olivia. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment, staring intently into both of their eyes, "Oh my god!" She dropped the picture onto the table and ran for the phone. With shaky hands and tears in her eyes she dialed 911. She didn't remember everything, but she remembered enough to know that Katrina was taking them to some place. Now she could do her best to stop it…that was if she could ever remember where Katrina's house was in the first place.
The helicopter landed on a stretch of beach with a house off in the distance. Well it wasn't a house it was a mansion. Katrina kept the gun on Lilly's neck until the copter was far up into the sky, almost disappearing. Then she dropped the gun and tucked it into the back of her jeans and grabbed Lilly by the arm. Elliot took Olivia's hand and started to follow Katrina up to the house. None of them knew what was in store, but Olivia was shedding silent tears. She constantly sniffled and would wipe them away before they could fall, but she wasn't out and out bawling.
Then, all of a sudden, Lilly pulled out of Katrina's grasp and punched her, sending her down onto the beach on her back. Elliot let go of Olivia's hand and ran to help Lilly, but Katrina was too fast, she pulled the gun and aimed it right between Lilly's eyes. How this woman had such grace and speed was a mystery to Elliot, but she was doing a good job of keeping them hostage.
"I would suggest you not try that again, unless you want to get shot." Katrina said and then stood up, keeping the gun trained on Lilly. Lilly put her hands up in a sign of peace, "You understand right?"
"I understand." Lilly said and then dropped her arms to her side. It seemed as though for every move any one of them had, Katrina was aware of it and had a counter action. Elliot had seen what Katrina had done to Heather and he didn't doubt for one second that Katrina would shoot one of them. Besides, who would stop her? They were out on an island in the middle of nowhere. Elliot turned to look at Olivia, who hadn't moved from the spot where he had let go of her hand. He came back over and took her hand in his and kissed it gently.
"It'll be okay Liv, I promise." Elliot said to her and she looked at him through tear filled eyes. Nothing about this situation was okay and it would never be okay. They were going to die out there, Olivia could feel it in her heart. She wasn't one to give up so easily, usually, but she had spent two years with Katrina, she knew how things worked with her. At that point she was starting to believe that she would be with Katrina many more years, she didn't see any possible way out of it. Elliot gave her arm a gentle tug and got her walking again, following Katrina and Lilly to the house that sat in a patch of long grass about five hundred meters away. Olivia said nothing back to him, and followed behind him, a silent march of doom.