So I'll admit...this is a little out of my comfort zone. I don't normally write this way, but I decided to go with it. And I'm satisfied. Let me know what you think. And I'm sorry if language isn't your thing...it's just who they are in this story.


She was staring down the barrel of a gun and she couldn't help but think that at least if he shot her head on she wouldn't feel it. It may not be pretty, but it would be painless.

Who was she thinking? As if her luck couldn't get any worse, he would probably slip up and just blow half her head off and leave her to live out the rest of her days as a vegetable. She wondered...if vegetables had no family, would they pull the plug? Was that legal? She didn't want to be a carrot.

What the hell?

She wasn't going to be a carrot.

She's Olivia fucking Benson. She's a badass, and she knows how to get out of a sweaty pedophile's grasp. Then again, she's never tried kicking a guy in the gut while he holds a gun to her head.

Yeah, maybe she had better comply for now.

"You know, my partner is going to be here any second."

"Good, he can watch as I splatter your brains all over this wall."

"He'll kill you."

"I'm going to die either way, Detective. You know that."

"If you pull the trigger, you die. If you let me go, you will only go to prison."

He pressed the Sig deeper into her temple, and she groaned from the uncomfortable pressure.

"Bad answer, detective. I don't like jail."

"We'll work something out."

"Don't fuck with me."

Fuck.

Who was she kidding? She was going to die one way or another, right? She was going to die or become a carrot.

She wasn't sure which one she preferred.

"Brent...tell me about your family."

"Why?"

"We're both going to die, right? Let's get to know each other until then."

"Fuck you."

Okay, then. We can stand here and embrace the awkward silence, for all she cares.

She shuffled her feet to regain some balance and he jammed the gun impossibly farther into her head.

"I would tell you about my family," she started, "but I don't have one."

"Liar."

"I'm serious, Brent. My mom died. I don't know who my dad is. I'm not married. I have nothing."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"If I'm going to die, I want to say my goodbyes."

"Whatever."

"All I have is my partner. Elliot. You'll meet him soon." And he'll shoot you dead, you son of a bitch.

"Can't wait."

"I want you to know, though, that Elliot has a family. He has a mother, and five kids. His wife divorced him, but they're still friends. He has a family."

"So what?"

"I'm just saying."

She wouldn't say it out loud, but she just wanted him to know in case something happened and Elliot was the one with a gun to his head, he had something to live for.

She on the other hand...

She could afford to become a vegetable.

"If you don't have a family, then who would you say your goodbyes to?"

Elliot. My partner.

"Nobody, I guess."

"That's sad."

"Tell me about it." she laughed. "I'm pathetic."

The gun relaxed a little, and for a moment, she wondered if she was getting to him.

"What about your partner?"

Let's not talk about him.

"What about him?"

"Would you say goodbye to him?"

Of course I would, you son of a bitch.

"I guess I would."

There was a moment before Brent spoke, "what would you say to him?" he asked.

Olivia thought about it. What would she say? She never really considered it. She never imagined having to say goodbye to the only person she ever really had in her life. Permanently, that is.

"I don't know," she answered honestly.

"Well you have some time to think about it."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

The gun jammed into her head again.

Fuck, he was going to leave a nasty bruise.


Elliot stood as quietly as he could outside the door with the two road officers. He was literally going to kill himself waiting, but he knew he couldn't go in until the swat team surrounded the building and gave him the okay. He had an earpiece in, and it was connected so he could hear through Olivia's speaker hidden in her shirt and the swat team as they gave commands.

He knew that Brent had a gun to her head right now and it literally made him nauseous knowing that at any moment he could pull that trigger and take her away from him. But he also knew that as of now Olivia had it under control. Brent was waiting for Elliot to enter the room because he wanted him there when he -fuck he couldn't even think about it.

Brent wanted Elliot to kill him. And he was going to do just that.

"Brent...tell me about your family."

What the hell? What was Olivia doing? She was going to get herself killed.

God.

It took every bit of strength he had to keep himself behind the door.

"Why?"

"We're both going to die, right? Let's get to know each other until then."

"Fuck you."

Wrong answer. Elliot lunged forward but one of the uniforms grabbed his jacket, pulling him roughly back.

"Wait," the uniform whispered harshly.

"That's my partner in there."

"She has it under control."

"She has a gun to her head."

The uniform backed down after that statement.

"I would tell you about my family," she started, "but I don't have one."

"Liar."

You have me, Olivia. Holy hell, you have me.

"I'm serious, Brent. My mom died. I don't know who my dad is. I'm not married. I have nothing."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"If I'm going to die, I want to say my goodbyes."

"Whatever."

"All I have is my partner. Elliot. You'll meet him soon."

"Can't wait."

Elliot was literally shaking. He needed to see her. Needed her reassurance. She knows he's listening...and she needs to somehow tell him that's she's fine.

"I want you to know, though, that Elliot has a family. He has a mother, and five kids. His wife divorced him, but they're still friends. He has a family."

"So what?"

"I'm just saying."

Bloody hell. She was telling him not to come in. That it wasn't worth the risk. That she wasn't worth the risk.

She was worth everything to him. She had to know that.

"If you don't have a family, then who would you say goodbye to?"

Me. You would say goodbye to me.

"Nobody, I guess."

"Olivia, you have me -shit!" Elliot ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the confused looks of the two uniforms. They couldn't hear. They didn't know anything.

"That's sad."

"Tell me about it."

He heard her laugh.

"I'm pathetic."

No, you're not! What the hell, is she giving up?

"What about your partner?"

What about me, Olivia?

"What about him?"

"Would you say goodbye to him?"

Of course she would, you son of a bitch.

"I guess I would."

"What the fu-"' Elliot nearly punched the wall. What kind of game was she playing? She guesses?

"What would you say to him?"

Yeah Olivia, what would you say?

"I don't know."

"Well you have some time to think about it."

"Yeah, I guess I do."


"I would thank him for offering his kidney to me, even though I'd never actually take it."

"Why wouldn't you?"

She paused. "Sometimes he thinks I'm something more than I'm not. One thing is for sure, I'm not worthy enough for his kidney."

"Wow, you really do not think much of yourself."

"Yeah, well."

She knew she was more than she led on, but nobody said she had to be honest with this prick. And she knew Elliot was listening. Brent thought she was speaking to him but she was speaking to Elliot.

"I have a daughter. She's five."

Fuck this guy. She didn't want to know about his family.

"What's her name?"

"Rose."

"Sweet name."

"Her mom picked it."

"What about her?"

"Let's not talk about her."

Okay…end of conversation.

She couldn't help but think that he could afford to relieve some of the pressure to the side of her head. And did he have to dig his nails into her arm? Who did this guy think she was?

She was cop. He was stupid.

He'd never get away with it.

"Would you give your kidney to him?"

"In a heartbeat." It wasn't a question. She didn't even think about it.

She'd give anything to keep him safe.


Elliot painfully waited for his partners voice to come back to him. He hated not seeing her…if he could at least see her…let her eyes tell him that she's okay…

"I would thank him for offering his kidney to me, even though I'd never actually take it."

"Yes you would." Elliot kept his voice as low as possible. He clasped his hands together in an attempt to stop the trimmers that filled his insides.

The detective refused to believe what his partner was saying. They had this conversation years ago. Not if I gave you mine first, right? They would give their kidneys to each other in a hearbeat.

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Sometimes he thinks I'm something more than I'm not. One thing is for sure, I'm not worthy enough for his kidney."

Quit lying to yourself Olivia, you know exactly how much you mean to me. You know your worth. Right?

You know you're more than important.

"Wow, you really do not think much of yourself."

But I think the world of you. That's all that matters.

"Yeah, well."

"I have a daughter. She's five."

Fuck this guy. He didn't want to know about his family.

"What's her name?"

"Rose."

"Sweet name."

"Her mom picked it."

"What about her?"

"Let's not talk about her."

Thank you. Let's talk about Olivia.

"Would you give your kidney to him?"

"In a heartbeat."

That's not fair. That's just not fair. He should be able to give her his kidney, too. She wasn't being fair to him. She was giving herself up, and she was making it bluntly clear that she didn't feel she was important enough to receive anything from her.

What was wrong with her?

He'd give her anything to keep her safe.


"So this partner is important to you."

He's more than important.

"Yeah, I'd say he is. We've worked together nearly fourteen years."

And that's why you'll never get away with this.

"Have you fucked him?"

"That's none of your business."

This guy better shut his mouth. Elliot was listening after all.

Shit.

Elliot was listening.

"So you have."

"No." she growled. "No."

Elliot was listening, and this idiot was going into uncharted territories.

"Why not? He's not married."

"That's not the problem."

Shit.

What did she just say?

"Bullshit."

"Believe what you want, Brent. But why would I lie to you now?"

"Denial."

"I'm not denying anything. I'm just being honest."

She was being honest. He just wasn't asking the right questions.

"You can't tell me that after fourteen years of working with the same guy-"

"Let's not talk about him anymore."

He's listening, Brent. He's going to kill you. Better stop talking while you can.

"-you never once even thought about letting him take you from behind-"

Olivia moved then, out of instinct her elbow made its way into his gut and for a moment he was still. She started to push him away but his arms grabbed her waist and pulled her roughly into his side. The barrel of the gun slammed into her temple and she couldn't stop the scream from falling out of her lips.

"Somebody doesn't like talking about her partner."

"He's worth more than a quick fuck, you son of a bitch."

Olivia breathed. Shit.

She couldn't think about the fact that Elliot just heard that.

Change directions.

"But you wouldn't know what that was like, now would you? You grab a girl and hold her down before you can even know their name."

"You know what," Brent leaned in, so his disgusting breath was in her ear, "maybe I'll scatter your brains before Elliot comes in to save the day."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too."


"So this partner is important to you."

She's more than important.

"Yeah, I'd say he is. We've worked together nearly fourteen years."

Fifteen, but who's counting?

"Have you fucked him?"

Elliot straightened up. When he got his hands on this dirty son of a bitch…he would make him bleed from every pore.

"That's none of your business."

Damn right. You go Olivia.

"So you have."

"Tell your guys they have one minute or I'm going in without their call." Elliot practically spat at a uniform as he stood up, pulling his glock from his holster.

"No."

He heard her growl.

Was it wrong for him to nearly be turned on at the sound?

Jesus. He needed her to be okay.

"No."

"Why not? He's not married."

"That's not the problem."

What did she just say? What was the problem, then? Jesus. She was going to kill him.

"Bullshit."

"Believe what you want, Brent. But why would I lie to you now?"

You've been lying all along, Olivia.

You would let me give you a kidney. You know how much I need you.

"Denial."

"I'm not denying anything. I'm just being honest."

"You can't tell me that after fourteen years of working with the same guy-"

That's it. His hand is on the doorknob. Fuck if he lets her talk to her that way anymore.

"Let's not talk about him anymore."

No, keep talking about me. Give me more reasons to make you beg for your life. Give me more reasons to finally shut Olivia up and set her straight.

"-you never once even thought about letting him take you-"

He heard her move then. He heard an oomf from the pedophile holding her and for a moment, he thought she was getting away. His hopes were diminishing though as he heard her struggling from his grasp. She let out a low scream and Elliot nearly cried out.

He needed her.

"Somebody doesn't like talking about her partner."

"He's worth more than a quick fuck, you son of a bitch."

Elliot breathed. Shit.

Did he just hear her right?

"But you wouldn't know what that was like, now would you? You grab a girl and hold her down before you can even know their name."

"You know what…"

Brent paused a second. And so did Elliot.

"Maybe I'll scatter your brains before Elliot comes in to save the day."

"Fuck you."

That was it for Elliot.

"Fuck you too."

He went in. Screw everything else in this world.

He needed to save her.