Author's Note: Er. Yeah. Here's the next chapter? (Such a subtle author's note.)
Elliot wasn't getting in there through the door. He realized that fairly quickly. He also wasn't going to waste time when he knew what was going to happy beyond the door and inside the room. And moved grabbed a metal chair and moved quickly to the one-way-mirror. Without hesitation he slammed the chair full-force into the mirror, shattering it.
Cupid was distracted from Olivia, letting go of her pants where he'd been pulling them down and standing up. He turned to look at Elliot and started going towards him.
"You're becoming a pest," Cupid yelled out as Elliot climbed through the window.
Olivia pulled her pants back up, and stood to her feet. She moved her hand towards her gun. There wasn't going to be any other choice soon.
Cupid once again had Elliot over his head.
Olivia pulled the trigger without hesitation this time, causing Cupid to drop, and Elliot to fall to the floor as well. Afterwards she was frozen though, dropping the gun to the floor and sitting down.
Elliot felt for a pulse on Cupid. No doubt, the man was dead. He was about to say something when he glanced over at Olivia. He'd never seen her like that before. He quickly moved away from Cupid and went over towards her. The lost look on her face scared him, and when he went to put his hand on her shoulder, she shrugged away from him and moved herself against the wall.
"Olivia.." he whispered. "Tell me.."
Olivia was silent as she drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them in an attempt to cover herself.
Elliot ignored the fact that his captain, Fin, John and a few others had finally managed to get into the interrogation room as he knelt down beside Olivia. He wrapped his arms around Olivia, despite knowing all of his colleagues were entering the room. To his surprise, Olivia didn't fight it. Instead he saw the tears forming as her head rested against his chest, and he knew right now this was the best he could do for her.
Cragen glanced at his two detectives, saying nothing as he caught Elliot's eyes. He would have said something, but the moment he saw Olivia, saw the nearly lost look in her eyes, he understood why Elliot was doing what he was doing. He wanted to do the exact same thing. He looked down at Cupid before stepping over the man and going towards his detectives.
"I killed him.." Olivia whispered, hugging her knees closer to her body.
Cragen said nothing at first as he knelt down in front of them both and looked into Olivia's eyes. He could see it. The guilt for killing a man, and yet still, she seemed almost relieved, which in turn, had probably served to make her feel even more guilt.
"Olivia.." Elliot said quietly. "You did what you needed to," he told her, keeping the embrace tight. "You saved me."
Cragen's eyes asked the question. 'Was she?'
And Elliot's answered. 'No.'
"Take her home," Cragen stated out loud.
Elliot nodded a bit before looking back down at Olivia. She was still sitting in his embrace. She hadn't moved even the slightest bit, and it scared him.
"You ready to go home?" Elliot questioned.
Her blank look and slight shake of the head was encouragement enough. She was saying no. But Cragen wouldn't accept that, so neither would he.
"Are you going to get up?" he asked next.
Olivia shook her head. She knew it was childish, but she didn't want to be alone with her thoughts. She didn't want to be alone..
Elliot sighed. This was going to be a long night. Because she was going to hate him for what he was about to do.
"Fine.." he stated.
Elliot used the fact he had her in his embrace to his advantage and lifted her off the ground.
"What are you doing?" she questioned him, shocked and annoyed, but too shocked to do anything about it.
"You didn't want to go home," Elliot stated. "But that doesn't mean I'm not going to take you back to my apartment. Because you aren't staying here, Olivia."
Olivia frowned, but said nothing else. She didn't want to say anything else. He was doing what she wanted. Taking her somewhere that wouldn't leave her by herself. She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion take over as she laid her head down on Elliot's chest.
Elliot's eyes softened slightly as he watched her simply give in. Olivia Benson never gave in to what others wanted her to do. He knew she was affected by this, it would have affected anyone. He ignored the looks from everyone as he carried out his now sleeping partner from the interrogation room. He didn't care what they thought, just that she would be okay.
Olivia awoke with a start. Her heart was beating rapidly and her head was pounding as a dream reminded her of the night's previous events. She was fairly sure the memory wasn't going to leave her mind anytime soon though.
It took a moment, but she finally realized that she wasn't in her own bed. She looked around at her surroundings, confused at first before noting in her head that this was Elliot's bedroom, simply by the pictures of his kids hanging around. So she stood up, and wandered out of the room in search of the man.
She made a guess, by the sound of the TV, that she was going to find him in the living room. As soon as she got to the entrance way from the hall to the living room, she could see him. A thoughtful look plastered onto his face as he stared at the TV.
"Hey," she whispered, making herself known to him.
Elliot glanced up from the TV and smiled a bit at his partner. He moved some folders off the seat next to him for Olivia to sit down at.
"You feeling okay?" he questioned.
Olivia nodded and moved to sit in the spot that Elliot had cleared for her. She was silent for a moment as she tried to think of what to say to him. But she couldn't think of anything. What did you say to the man who'd just saved you from being raped by a mad man? Thanks. But that wasn't nearly enough for what Elliot had done for her.
"I don't.." she started, but shook her head. "I don't really know what to say.." she stated quietly.
Elliot looked at her. He wasn't so sure he understood what she meant by that.
"Say about what?" he asked curiously.
"About what happened.."
Elliot froze. The look of confusion was replaced by the look of a man who'd almost had his life taken away.
Olivia frowned. "I want to say thanks.." she admitted. "But I don't think that's saying enough for what you did for me.."
"Olivia you don't have to thah--"
Elliot was cut off when he felt lips touch his. Her lips. He was too shocked to either pull away, or respond. How did a man respond to that? Sure.. a lot of men probably dreamed about that. But what the hell did they do when Olivia actually did kiss them? He didn't know what to do considering the circumstances.
Olivia pulled away, giving no real facial reaction to what she'd just done, but silently chastising herself in her head for being an idiot. Just because she wanted to forget, didn't mean she could simply use Elliot. She knew that, simply because she loved him. Maybe that was what led her to her next decision. Maybe.. just maybe.. that was why she couldn't.
"Thanks.." she whispered before standing up. "I should go home now.."
Elliot stared at her, watched her as she went to the door. It took a moment to get his senses back before the bell rang in his head and told him she still was uncomfortable being on her own. He stood quickly, following her to the door as she went to open it, and reached his arm around her and shut it.
Olivia looked a bit surprised, but turned around and looked at him anyways. She would have said something, but winding up face to face to him was more then unexpected. It was.. intense. Definitely not something she'd felt before when she was close to somebody.
"I don't think you should.." Elliot said, trying to ignore how close they were.
Olivia bit her lower lip and looked down, trying her best not to make eye contact with him. The sudden urge to do something.. do anything.. was getting to be a little too much.
"Olivia," he stated. "Look at me.."
"Liv.." he tried again.
Again, she kept her eyes down.
Elliot sighed and placed his hand under her chin, moved her head upwards until she looked at him.
"Do you really want to go home?" he asked her.
Olivia simply shrugged her shoulders, but her eyes said, "no."
"Do you want to leave her?" he asked next.
Again, Olivia shrugged her shoulders, and again, her eyes said, "no."
Elliot frowned. "Well.." she started. "Do you want me to leave you alone?"
Alerted now, Olivia shook her head instantly.
"No.." she whispered, and her eyes told him the exact same thing.
Elliot understood her. He understood exactly why she felt the need to leave. It was because she had kissed him. And now she was embarrassed about it. He also understood why she was embarrassed. And that was because he did nothing back. Sure.. he hadn't pushed her away. But he hadn't exactly welcomed it either.
He nodded, and dropped his hand from her chin, and this time, her eyes didn't leave his.
"Then I won't leave you alone.." he stated calmly.
A look of relief seemed to wash over her face the moment he'd said that.
Olivia looked down at the floor again though.
Elliot raised an eyebrow up at her. What could she possibly have to apologize for? There was no reason for Olivia to feel bad about anything, nothing for her to possibly be sorry about. At least he didn't think so.
"For what?" he questioned, in pure confusion.
"For kissing you.." she stated. "I'm sorry I did that.. I wasn't thinking about it," she said next. "And I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything," she said, rambling now. "I mean.."
This time she was cut off. And this time, it was because of Elliot's lips on hers. Her eyes widened for a moment before she reacted. When she did, she wrapped her arms around his neck and simply deepened it without a thought in the world as to what it could lead to.
Elliot smiled at her as he pulled away for a moment.
"Should we?" he asked.
Olivia smiled, shaking her head no.
Mmhmm.. you can guess where that led to. And it wasn't the kitchen. Could be the shower. Probably the bedroom though.