I have been trying to acheive this storyline for awhile now. So please read, and enjoy.
Special Thanks Days Grace- for the title of the story and chapters!
Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
If You Want To Get Out Alive
Chapter 1
Run For Your Life
As the last leaf on a tree touched the ground, it suddenly got crunched by pair of running shoes. These shoes belonged to Olivia Benson who was running for her dignity, and more importantly, for her life. She was quite winded, but she couldn't stop. She looked back for a second and saw that her attackers hadn't rounded the corner yet. She bolted up the steps to a building and pulled out her keys. Olivia frantically searched for the needed key and pushed it in the door. With a turn of the key and a click she was inside safe. She barely glanced back, but it was enough of a glance to know they had just ran past.
She stood there for a second to gain her composure. That's when she felt the pain, on account of the adrenaline wore off. Her face was covered in blood from the knife that hit her in the forehead earlier. Her tank top was torn revealing her black bra. Her flannel pajama pants were a little dirty from when she had fallen in their pursuit.
She was debating on whether or not she should go up to Elliot's apartment. She figured they'd be looking around this building any minute now. She determined it was her only choice.
He opened the door on the second knock. Olivia thought it was safe to assume he hadn't been asleep because of how quickly he came to the door. His face was shadowed with astonishment, which then turned to concern.
"Olivia," Elliot said, "What happened?"
"Can I come in?" She asked completely ignoring his question.
"Of course," Elliot said
She pushed past him, and immediately went to the bathroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, dried blood was smeared down the left side of her face. She turned on the faucet and started to wash the blood and the dirt away.
"Liv, what happened?" Elliot asked again
She finished washing her face then dried it on the nearest towel.
"Elliot, it's no big deal." Olivia said and instantly wished she would have been more specific.
"You have a gash in the side of your forehead, and your shirt is torn, don't tell me that's no big deal." Elliot said
"I'm alive aren't I?" Olivia said
"It seems like that won't be for long." Elliot said raising his voice.
"Are you really going to fight with me?" Olivia asked getting a bit furious.
Elliot admitted defeat, "No."
"Thank you," Olivia said relaxing a bit.
She folded her arms across her stomach, shivering a little.
"Do you want a sweatshirt or something?" Elliot asked
"Yeah," Olivia said nervously.
She followed him to his bedroom where he supplied her with a sweat shirt that had New York printed on it. Then he walked her to the living room, where they sat down. He was looking at her, prying for the story.
"I can't tell you." Olivia stated simply.
"Why not?" Elliot asked
"I am risking your life by just being here." Olivia said
"Olivia, what did you get yourself into?" Elliot asked forcefully.
"Some pretty bad stuff." Olivia said straight-forwardly.
There was a few moments of silence.
"So bad that you can't tell me?" Elliot asked a little discouraged by the thought.
Olivia bit her lip and nodded.
At that moment, Elliot realized how much he wanted to take her into his arms. He wanted to kiss her, and tell her it was going to be alright, but in the circumstances that was the last thing he was going to get.
I know it's short but I promise it'll be worth it. Please reveiw, it is always apreciated!