"In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories."

It comes with the Badge

A/N: '...'=thoughts and "..." = speech; the usual. Enjoy, R&R. Also note that this story contains rape. Most people would guess that since it's a SVU fic, but I'm warning you. It's as gruesome, if not more so, than the show is.



Olivia Benson sighed heavily when she walked into the interrogation room. Before her was a man who had raped seven women, then cut them up inside with the knife blade and stabbed them to death. The sight of Jerry Hobson made her skin crawl and her stomach turn. He had bleached blonde hair, dark brown eyes and tanned skin. He was fell just shy six feet in stature and grotesquely fat. He was wearing a pair of khakis and a button down shirt that was unbuttoned enough to reveal foul chest hair. His imitation Rolex and gold crucifix on his neck made her detest him even more; he was scum and sure as hell no Christian. She glared at him, "Admit it, you killed them. We've got enough evidence to put you on death row before you can blink twice."

Jerry stood up and placed a soft touch on her cheek. "You're a very beautiful woman Olivia."

She stared him down. "It's Detective Benson..."

"Maybe I'll come visit you at the gym tomorrow night, or rock climb with you after work." He made a point of looking her up and down. "You would be fun."

Ignoring his come-ons, Olivia glared at him. "I'm not here for your pleasure..."

He licked his lips. "Is that just an added bonus?" He put a hand on her arm, brushing his thumb against her periwinkle shirt. "Why do you dress so modestly? You are very attractive, you could dress much nicer...or not dress at all. You know, consensual sex isn't illegal..."

Detective Benson drew her gun out and slapped him in the mouth with the butt of the gun. "Sit your ass down." She stepped away from him. "Did you know that sexual harassment is illegal."

Jerry laughed. "Why do I care? I'm already going to jail...so why not make it fun?"

"You're damn right you're going to jail." Her voice was stone cold and she knew it. "DNA, fingerprints and at least one eye witness for each crime, if you hadn't been so hard to find, some of those girls may still be alive. You were sloppy. Remember Jamie? You stabbed her husband twice before you attacked her, but he survived. Nancy, the younger blonde girl, she had security cameras at her front door. Danielle's mother saw you leave the building before she found her daughter's maimed body...should I go on?"

Jerry grinned evilly. "Go right on ahead, I'm enjoying it. Reliving the scenes motivates me even more. I start thinking of how I'm going to do all of that and more to you when I get out of here."

Elliot walked in, teeming with anger. "That's just it Jerry, you aren't getting out. Ever. And you're never going to touch a hair on Olivia's head. You even go near her and I will personally break every bone in your sick body."

"It's not her head I'm after..." He smirked smugly until Elliot shoved the table into his chest.

Olivia stormed out, it wasn't the first time she'd been threatened but it was the first time she actually believed he would follow through with the threat. Jerry was a very determined asshole, with way too many connections to keep Olivia's mind at ease. It left her feeling violated somehow; she was definitely going to need a shower when she got home tonight, or a hot bath. Unsure of what to do, she went outside and got in the squad car, waiting for Elliot to come out.  When he got in the driver's seat and started the ignition, he smiled faintly at her. "Don't let him get to you Liv...he won't get out. We'll make sure of it."

          They drove in silence until he pulled up in front of her house. It was two story, she'd inherited it from her mother when she passed away. The brick building looked solid and protecting as Olivia stared at it for a moment. Closed blinds shielded all the windows and wrought iron covered them, and the doors, protectively. She couldn't help but be paranoid after her mother was raped; she'd always been afraid something like that would happen to her, she didn't think she'd be able to deal with it if it ever did. The gate surrounding the house was open, allowing Elliot to pull into the driveway. The lights were all off, except the outside one that illuminated the front step. It looked rather homey to her, but she didn't think most would agree.

She smiled lightly, and looked him in the eye as he put the car in park in her driveway. "Elliot, it's not just Jerry that's got to me. I think you should take some time off, I really do...you didn't miss a day of work all through the messy divorce and now you're moving in to a new apartment..."

Elliot frowned. "I see where you're coming from, but I'm fine Liv, trust me. Let me walk you to your door." They both got out of the car and walked up to her front door as she unlocked it. He put a hand on her arm reassuringly. "Don't worry about me, if this job was too hard, you'd be the first to know..." He brushed some of her hair away from her face so he could look further into her eyes, and portray his truthfulness more accurately.

The tall cop hugged his partner comfortingly. A friendly hug to comfort her and reaffirm his opinion. He hadn't been thinking of seducing her at all as he hugged her. Seduction hadn't even crossed his mind when their lips met as they pulled away from the hug. He wasn't meaning to enamor her as they walked into the house, kissing. Causing her to ache for his touch her wasn't even on his mind when he slid his tongue into her mouth. Lovemaking hadn't crossed his mind as he laid her down on her bed. He hadn't meant to tempt her when his hands found her breasts.

Passion overcame the two as they stripped one another of their clothes. How this was happening, neither knew. Tangled in the bed sheets, entranced by one another, they made love. Elliot had not been thinking of this when he gave Olivia that harmless hug, and she had not been thinking of such when she accepted that hug. It had just happened, desire pent up over the past months, maybe even years. As the two pushed one another to the edge and beyond, neither could help but think it was worth the wait.


When Detective Benson and Detective Stabler arrived half an hour late to the precinct in the morning, looking equally exhausted, no one commented on what they all knew. Munch smiled. "Hard night last night?" He paused for a moment. "Wait, you two left early to appear in court..." Giving them an innocent look of suspicion, he turned to Fin with a smirk.

Olivia blushed lightly. "Yeah...still a long night...I'll be glad when Jerry's behind bars. Then I'll be able to sleep better."

As Elliot sat down in his desk, he saw the morning paper on his desk. The front-page article made his blood run cold. The headline read: Serial Rapist Jerry Hobson Escaped Prison. "Jerry's missing?" 'Shit. It can't be true.'

Munch frowned. "Looks like. Says he escaped prison last night...I guess it really was a long night. They said he slipped out, no one noticed until around midnight last night..."

Stabler looked to Olivia to see her reaction. 'Don't worry Olivia, you'll be okay...'

'You've got to be kidding...' Olivia stood stiffly. "He's out?" She looked rather uncomfortable and Elliot frowned.

"Don't worry Liv, I'll keep you safe." He gave her a reassuring smile.

Fin looked to Munch, and Munch shrugged and looked back at the two.

Olivia looked at the case folder on her desk. 'It was done last night, now it is open again. That bastard's on the street again, and he may just rape and kill again. He may even be after me.'

Elliot and Olivia waved slightly to Munch and Fin as they headed out to check up on some sightings. There were about thirty in all and they were trying to get a head start before they really got bogged down.

Fin sat in his seat and leaned back. "What do you think is going on between those two?"

Munch laughed. "Probably what should have happened a while ago." Fin laughed and Cragen walked in frowning.

"Guys, make sure Olivia's never alone, we have reason to believe Jerry's out because he's after her..." They fell silent and nodded, no one wanted to see Olivia hurt like that and they all knew this guy made her real uncomfortable.


Olivia sighed in frustration after three worthless sightings. "Elliot, we need to talk..."

"About last night..." He finished her sentence. 'Great.'

She smiled halfheartedly. "Yeah."

He turned to her as they stopped outside the next house. "If you want another partner, or some time away from me...I'll understand..." 'I'm such an idiot.'

'What?' Olivia looked at him. "No, that's not what I was going to say. I was going to say, maybe you could move in with me for the time being. That way you won't have to stay in an empty apartment, I'll feel safer and if things don't work out you can always move out..." 'Don't make me look like a fool...please say he's not going to get creeped out...'

'Wait...is she serious?' Elliot stared at her for a long moment. "Okay. That sounds good, great actually."

She smiled. "Great, now let's get this bastard back in jail." She squeezed his hand shyly and got out of the car as they went to question another sighting.


After fifteen false sightings, the two had gone back to the precinct. It was too depressing to cover them all at once. Cragen was not happy. "I want this guy off the streets. If we don't catch him soon, he's going to kill again. Munch, you and Fin decide which one of you gets the night shift for sighting calls. Olivia, Elliot, you two can check them out tomorrow. Get out of here and get some rest. You both look like hell."

Olivia bit her lip. When Cragen had left and Fin stuck Munch with night duty, she walked over to him. "Call us if you get any promising leads, we'd like the head start. I want this guy behind bars soon, I just don't feel comfortable with him out." Fin nodded politely and Munch grinned.

          "Not a problem Olivia, I would never pass up an opportunity to keep you two apart." Munch glanced from her to Stabler.

Blushing lightly, Elliot put a hand on her shoulder and helped her slip her coat on. "Come on, we'll get him soon but in the meantime you need to sleep." He opened the passenger's car door for her and went around the other side. "I'm going to drop you off and get some stuff from my apartment, I'll make it quick though."

She smiled. "Okay, as long as it's quick. I don't like the idea of being alone..." He took her hand in his as he drove down the street.

Shortly after, they arrived at Olivia's place. She walked upstairs to the bedroom and sighed. "I'm going to take a shower while you're gone." She handed him a set of keys. "These will get you in incase I'm still in the shower when you get back."

He nodded. "I'll lock the door on my way out." Stabler kissed her cheeks softly and walked out of the room.


Turning on the faucet, Olivia slowly peeled off her clothes. Nothing felt right; she was on edge. Jerry was loose and she had no idea where he was. 'At least Elliot's here.' It was strange how much safer that made her feel, if only he were there at the moment. Olivia stepped underneath the warm spray and sighed. It was soothing, that's for sure. Her tense muscles loosened up slightly and she tilted her head back, letting the water run down her body. Steam billowed up and out of the shower stall, fogging the mirrors. Tonight she would sleep well...with Elliot. She blushed lightly.

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping her terry bathrobe around her nervously, she heard the front door open. Tying her robe, Olivia walked into the bedroom. "Elliot?" She patted her brown hair dry and looked towards the doorway.

A figure appeared in the doorway. "No Detective Benson, it's a dear old friend come to collect his dues."

Olivia's eyes went wide. Her gun was downstairs; she felt pretty helpless without it, but that wouldn't keep her from fighting. 'What good will fighting do? He's got a knife...' Olivia backed away slowly. "Get out of here now! NOW!"

He grinned. "If you want me to leave, I can...I'll go visit Kathy and the kids..."

Olivia's breath caught in her throat. "NO!" She could feel herself start to shake. "Stay."

With a short laugh, he walked closer. "That's what I thought..."


          Elliot sighed as he walked out of the house with a suitcase in hand. "Kathy, we've been through this. It was your affair, your decision, not mine. I was loyal. All those times you accused me of having affairs with Olivia, it never happened, and now you're the one who betrayed our marriage. It's over Kathy and it's your own fault. I know I wasn't there as often as I would have liked, but you knew it was going to be that way when we got married. You said that was okay; you changed your mind." The kids were at her parents' house, and this was the final straw. He knew the neighbors were probably listening in on their argument, but oh well.

          "Elliot! Please!"

          "We aren't married anymore Kathy. You got custody and the house, just like you wanted. Now leave me alone. It's not like you love me anymore anyway." He was frustrated and knew he was being harsh, but she had hurt him when she cheated.

"Elliot!" Kathy was clutching her bathrobe closed. "Stay! I'm sorry!" When he opened the door to his car she stepped back. "You're going to see her aren't you?"

"What does it matter Kathy, we aren't married anymore." Sighing as he got in his car again, Elliot pulled out of the driveway very unhappy. He decided to grab a cup of coffee for him and her on the way back to Olivia's, she would probably want to hear about how his visit went when he got home, to her house. He liked calling her house home, they were one in the same now and he felt very comfortable with that.


Tears streamed down Olivia's cheeks from the sheer pain, but she would not let him think she was scared. She'd seen victims who'd put up with much worse. Jerry had already forced her to her knees and orally raped her. Now she was handcuffed to the bed with him thrusting inside of her painfully hard. She could feel her body fighting him, and she could feel him tearing her apart. He ran his hands over her body. "I'm so glad we got to meet again. Remember last time? I warned you Detective Benson, now it's payback time. If I'm going to jail, I'm going to make you pay. You should've listened to my warning..."

He had used her own handcuffs to handcuff her to her bed. She'd been foolish enough to leave them, and her gun, downstairs. "Go to hell Jerry." He was pushing into her, hard. She'd only been with one man besides Elliot until last night, so she was still very sensitive, and this was hell on earth. Like Jerry cared, he thrust into her over and over as he pressed his lips against hers. She bit his lip and glared. "You are going to jail Jerry, no matter what you do to me. When Elliot gets back he's going to make you pay." 'Where is Elliot? Please let him get here soon...' Helplessly, she dug her nails into his shoulders and skin, anything to get him to stop.

Jerry grinned. "By the time he gets here I'll be gone..." he pulled out his knife, "And you'll be dead. Too late for your boyfriend partner to come save you...is he your boyfriend Olivia? Or were you just his one-night whore? Doesn't matter, he'll never have you again..." He raised the knife so she could see it.

Her eyes widened a bit at the sight of the blade. As if rape wasn't traumatic enough...now she wondered if he killed his victims to be merciful. So much pain, and there was nothing she could do. She had said "No" over and over, tried to fight him off. She'd kicked him, punched him once too, but it was not enough. Her nails had done little damage too, though she'd cut his skin open. He'd kept coming until he knocked her down long enough to handcuff one of her hands to the bed. Another hard blow had allowed him time to get the other.

Olivia never realized how vulnerable she made herself. Glaring into Jerry's eyes she brought up her knee and kicked him hard in his balls. "Rot in hell." She tried to push him off her, but as soon as he recovered from the pain, he hit her with her own gun.

"Shut up bitch!" He kept going, in and out, so hard and so fast. Olivia felt like her insides were being torn apart. She could feel the warm thick blood seeping from between her legs. Pain was all she could feel right now, that and her own blood...so much blood. 'I'm going to die...'

She wouldn't scream, wouldn't give him that satisfaction. When he'd spent himself, he brought out the knife blade again and straddled her thighs, forcing them open. He raised the knife and grinned. "Payback time." Olivia remembered just what Jerry did to his victims. He raised the knife and brought it down in between her legs.

Now she screamed.


As soon as Elliot pulled up, he saw the open door. Pulling out his gun and running in to the house, he was furious. "Olivia!?" God, he hoped she was okay. If anything happened to her because I was gone too long... He couldn't stand the anxiety as he made it up the stairs to the bedroom. Once he got there, he wished he hadn't. Immediately, he called for backup. No one was there, except Olivia...and he wasn't sure she was there either.

Blood coated the bed sheets, pouring from between her legs. Instinctively, he bunched up a towel from the bathroom and placed it between her legs to slow the bleeding. "Olivia? Olivia can you hear me?" 'She looks so empty...like nothing is inside anymore... How could I let this happen?'

She blinked once and looked at him slowly. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop him Elliot, I'm sorry...I tried my hardest..."

He ran a soft hand through her hair. "It will be okay, just stay with me okay?"

Olivia nodded weakly. "It was Jerry...he said he was going to visit Kathy and the kids..."

Something in him snapped. "He won't get near them. Kathy is in Jersey picking up the kids from her parents'. Don't worry sweetheart, just stay with me." Elliot shook his head. "You have nothing to be sorry about, it's okay. We're going to get him good Olivia... He will not get away for doing this to you. Stay with me Olivia...stay with me..."


When Munch and Fin realized that the call for backup had come from Olivia's address, they sped down there. The first cops on the scene, spare Stabler, they entered cautiously to find Olivia wrapped in a bathrobe with Elliot pressing a large towel between her legs. Munch swore loudly. "Is an ambulance on the way?"

Elliot nodded. "Any minute now. You guys going to start processing this, even if we all knew who did it...we need the evidence." The two nodded slowly and showed the first CSI team to the bedroom. Olivia was being wheeled out on a stretcher and Elliot frowned. "I'm going with you."

He followed Olivia's stretcher into the ambulance and rode with her to the hospital, never letting go of her hand.

Fin looked at all the blood. "Cragen was right, it was Jerry..."

Munch frowned deeply. "Poor Olivia...damn." He picked up an evidence bag with the bloody sheet in it. "Let's go grill the neighbors, none of them called anything in..."


One of the paramedics nodded politely to him. "You may just have saved her life with your quick thinking..."

Elliot thanked him quietly and sat down for a long wait in the emergency waiting room. Bent over his knees and staring at the ground, he chastised himself for not being there for Olivia. 'I lied to her, I promised to keep her safe and I failed. How could I? Perhaps Kathy is right, I never keep my promises. I didn't even lock the door for her...I let this happen. How could I? I promised to keep her safe, and I told her nothing would happen to her! I said I'd lock the door! How could I do this to her?'

With nothing else to occupy his mind, he berated himself mercilessly for two and a half hours before a doctor came out. "Detective Stabler?" Looking up quickly, he realized it wasn't the same doctor that had admitted her.

He stood up nervously. "How is she?"

The doctor frowned. "Your wife...er, ex-wife... will make a full recovery, but due to serious blood loss, she is in a drug-induced sleep. She's in urgent care now. Would you like to see her?"

Elliot blinked. "Say again?"

He repeated himself slowly, assuming the poor guy was in shock.

Still slightly confused, Elliot shook his head slowly. "Olivia Benson is not my wife, we're just partners."

The doctor shook his head. "Not Olivia Benson, I'm talking about Kathy Stabler..."

Detective Stabler shook his head. "No, there must be some mistake...I'm not here for my ex-wife...I am here to see Detective Benson. Is my wife here also?" He looked extremely confused at this point, which was a bad combination with lack of sleep and emotional distress.

The doctor nodded, staring curiously at the Detective. "She came in just a few hours ago, she's stable for the most part...We were lucky to get her in when we did..." 'How can this guy not know his ex-wife's in the hospital?'

'What? What has Kathy done?' Elliot looked very worried. "What happened to her? Is she okay? What'd she do?" How could this all be happening at once? He had to see Olivia.

"Didn't you know? I assumed the precinct called you...Cragen said he would when we called him..." The doctor frowned. "She was admitted for attempted suicide."