Semper Fi

A Few Less Monsters


Elliot and Fin were overlooking blueprints after they determined that the warehouse where everything happened was a few blocks from the house that Tina Hutchinson rented. They were careful not to be noticed in case someone came in and out of the warehouse. They used infrared cameras to determine that the girls were more than likely being held towards the back and it looked as though Jonathan and Marshall were in the front. They didn't have enough time to survey the scene as much as they would've liked because they didn't want to run the risk of being found out.

They were able to get everything into place in an hour and Olivia was listening in from the station while they formulated a game plan. With everything ready to go, Elliot and Fin took their place at the front of the line as they approached the door to the warehouse. Elliot was glad he couldn't see her face when they talked because he could hear the slightest bit of worry in her voice whenever she would ask him something.

"Everyone in position?" she asked.

"Yeah. Looks like they are in the front room and the girls are in the back," Fin responded.

"Ok. Go."

Fin took a deep breath and looked to Elliot before giving a quick nod and they burst into the room.

Jonathan was watching porn on a small TV and Marshall was on the other side of the room sitting on a chair with a young girl on her knees in front of him.

"Down, get on the ground now!" Fin yelled to both of them.

Marshall grabbed the girl by the hair and put a gun to her head immediately prompting Elliot to move closer to him with his gun raised.

Johnson stepped up to have his partners back, "Don't be stupid man, put the gun down," he said to Marshall.

Elliot's eyes were trained on the young girl. She couldn't have been more than 14 years old and she looked terrified barely dressed with Marshall's gun pointed at her head.

There was a standoff for what seemed like minutes but in reality was just a few seconds before Jonathan instead decided to reach for his gun but was immediately taken down by Fin and shot twice in the arm and shoulder. The gunfire distracted Marshall for a few moments allowing Elliot to get close enough to grab at the girl and Johnson wrestled the gun away from Marshall.

"Stay your ass down or I will shoot you," Johnson commanded.

Fin dropped his radio in all of the commotion and could vaguely hear Olivia screaming on the other end.

"Fin, Elliot do you copy?!"

Olivia's voice was resonating through the radio.

Meanwhile, Rollins and Amaro led the rest of the team to the back of the warehouse to seize the girls and also look for Tina and Maya who were as of now nowhere to be found.

"Call a bus," Carisi finally answered into the radio. "Suspect has been taken down with two gunshot wounds…everyone else is fine L-T."

He could hear Olivia exhale in relief and her voice crack when she said "Copy."

Fin began to read Jonathan his rights while he handcuffed him. He shouted out in pain from the gunshot wounds. A few feet over, Johnson was getting ready to handcuff Marshall when his eyes trained on Elliot.

The scent of cigarettes, seeing the girl still in hysterics as she was being ushered off by one of the female detectives and thinking back to Sydney's fragile state in Olivia's office was too much for Elliot to take. He was standing still, the veins in his muscles tensing from restraint. His senses were on overload and the reality of the situation was looming over him. It wasn't just Sydney and the girls that he was thinking about, it was also Olivia. He was face to face with a monster that was similar to the one that hurt his wife.

He didn't get a chance to squeeze the life out of William Lewis for every burn mark on her body, for the way he took a little bit of her life and the light in her eyes and the way that she still couldn't talk about what happened to her even when she encouraged others to do the same. His fists were clenching and he was poised to strike until he vaguely heard a voice in the distance trying to calm him down.

"Elliot, Elliot!" Fin yelled bringing him back to reality. He jumped when Fin put his hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

"Yeah," he said shaking his head back and forth and trying to catch his breath.

"You ok?"

Elliot paused to watch with baited breath as Marshall was dragged out in handcuffs by Johnson. He gave Elliot a smug grin as he was walked out.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," he said shaking his head as if to rid himself of his thoughts.

Nick came towards them with a heavy look in his eyes.

"What's going on?" Elliot asked.

Nick put his hand on his hips and took a steady breath, "We found six girls in the back. They are all pretty banged up but all going to pull through. We also found Maya and her mom."

"Are they ok?" Fin asked.

Carisi then came around the corner with Tina in handcuffs. "Don't look at me like that! I did what I had to do!" she screamed at Nick, Fin and Elliot. "These girls weren't hurt. They wanted it! I had to give him what he wanted!"

"Shut up!" Carisi yelled while leading her to the front door.

A moment later, Amanda emerged from the back with a young brunette girl huddled over. Her hair was disheveled and she looked like she hadn't eaten in awhile. She was shaking and wrapped tightly in Amanda's police jacket. It was Maya. Elliot approached her cautiously and bent down to speak to her softly.

"Hello Maya. I'm Elliot."

"Hi," she said faintly leaning into Amanda.

"I have someone who can't wait to see you. Your friend Sydney. Would you like to see her?" he asked.

Immediately tears began to stream down the girl's face and he saw a hint of happiness fill her features.

"Yes," she said nodding her head. "I would like to see her."

"Ok, Amanda is going to take you to see her."

She walked out with Amanda close by her side and he saw the reason Nick was so distraught and why Tina had been keeping Maya hidden away.

They secured the crime scene, put all of the girls and a baby boy that was found into the paramedics and talked to a few witnesses near the warehouse. Elliot stood near one of the squad cars about to call Olivia now that everything was settling down.

"El, El!"

The voice stopped him in his tracks. Before his brain could register that Olivia was there she was in his arms. She was holding on to him tighter than she ever had before, her hands were wrapped around his neck and instantly all the tension left his body. He pulled her close to him, not leaving any space between them and breathed in the scent of her hair. They held each other for a few long moments before she pulled and made eye contact with him. She knew any answers she needed would be there.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"I am now. What are you doing down here? You were supposed to stay at the station."

"I stayed there as long as I could. We just had to make sure you were ok," she said putting her forehead to his and rubbing her belly. "When I heard those gunshots I-" She choked back a sob.

"Shhh. Everything's alright," he said kissing her forehead and hugging her against him. "You are not going to get rid of me that easily. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."


It was almost 5am and the first signs of the sun were beginning to show itself over the city. The air was still and quiet, not remotely reminiscent of the chaos and danger that hid behind any given corner at any given time.

Elliot was tired.

He was tired and numb. He left Olivia and her team to interrogate Jonathan, Marshall and Tina in the squad room while he retreated to the roof. He called Maureen to check on Noah and she took him to her house while they wrapped up everything with the case. He couldn't get the sight of those young girls out of his head and although he had seen psychos like Jonathan and Marshall hundreds of times before, he couldn't make peace with their lack of remorse for what they had done.

He had been close to snapping when he saw Marshall. He had been close to slipping into that same routine that he perfected when he was a part of SVU when he would dish out his own brand of justice. But this was Olivia's job, her case, her team, her call and no matter how much residual anger he had left over from what happened to her with Lewis he would not jeopardize that.

"Hey. I was wondering where you had run off to. Olivia said I would probably find you up here," Johnson said taking a seat next to him on one of the crates. "Nice view," he said breaking the silence for a few instants while Elliot continued to look out over the city.

"Yeah. I used to come up here all the time when I worked in the unit to clear my head. Or to hide out from the Captain when I was in trouble," he weakly joked and Johnson snickered.

"Yeah I can imagine you would have to clear your head a lot working in that unit. We've seen some messed up shit in the FBI but I've never seen anything as bad as this," he added.

"Funny thing is, it never gets easier. Never," Elliot added.

Johnson paused a minute before continuing, "I thought you were going to take Marshall's head off there for a second."

Elliot chuckled bitterly. "I thought about it. People like Marshall, Jonathan, William Lewis, it's nothing to them. They torture, rape, destroy lives and they move on like it's nothing. Meanwhile, the people they leave behind are never the same."

He stood up and began to pace.

"Elliot, I know what Olivia went through was rough. Rough on her and rough on you. She may not be the same but shit what I saw tonight was nothing short of incredible. I've seen her take care of you and you two outside of work but this was my first time seeing her in charge and in her element. She's a phenomenal woman Stabler despite of what she's gone through. I don't know what she was like before Lewis but from what I see after him, she's doing damn good," he said seriously.

Elliot stayed quiet taking in everything he said.

"And as much as I hate to admit it I think you are a large part of that. She helped you heal and you are helping her," he added.

"You're right. When did you get so damn smart?" he tried to joke.

"Well every once in awhile I'm good for something."

They sat for a few more minutes in silence. As much as Johnson seemed ok with everything, the whole situation took a toll on him as well. He enjoyed the quiet to get himself back together mentally before he went home to his wife.

"Eric!" Olivia called out almost out of breath. He and Elliot immediately stood up. "It's Chelsea," she said holding her cell phone in her hand. "She's in labor. Your phone must still be off so she called me. Get your ass home now."

Eric grabbed the phone and began to talk frantically. "Baby hold on I'm on the way ok. I'm going to be there."

Olivia hung up the phone, "She's at St. John's, Dodds approved a straight helo from LaGuardia to Washington Executive. Chelsea's contractions are about 20 min apart...you'll make it. It's only a 2 hour flight. Car will be on the runway to meet you.

He hugged her, "Thank you."

"No. Thank you for helping me and for watching out for this big head husband of mine," she teased looking in Elliot's direction.

"It's not an easy job but somebody's gotta do it."

"Thanks man," Elliot said shaking his hand and pulling him into a hug. "You call me as soon as your little guy gets here. Send me pictures and let me know everything's ok."

"You got it."

And just like that he was gone.

Both Elliot and Olivia smiled at the door after him thinking about Eric and his little boy that would make his debut by the time the day was over. It was another small reminder that even in the midst of disorder there is order and goodness.

"So, you've been up here awhile," she said breaking the silence and moving closer to him.

"You know this is my old stomping grounds," he answered. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips and rubbed his hand slowly down her back while she rested her head on his shoulder.

"We got a confession," she said.

"From who?"

"Tina. It took awhile but she confessed and rolled over on Marshall and Jonathan. We've got DNA and statements. They are done. They are never getting out and Barba said he will seek the death penalty," she explained.

"Good. I'm glad you caught them."

"Yeah. A few less monsters on the street."

"But so many more left," he said sadly. "How's Maya?"

"She's doing ok. Sydney's dad took her to the hospital to see her. I heard it lifted her spirits a lot," she said smiling at him.

"How..How far along is she?" he rasped.

Olivia sighed before answering, "She's almost seven months along. A little girl. Based on the statements, more than likely Jonathan is the father but we won't know for sure until they run the DNA."

He held her tight and watched as the sun peeked over the horizon.

"What happens to her now?" he asked.

"She's going to live with her aunt. She's on the way to come get her. I talked to her, nice lady. She's even willing to help Maya raise the baby."

"She's going to keep it?" he asked surprised.

"She said she wants to….but we all know it's not easy to raise your rapist's baby," she added giving him a knowing look.

"Come here." She was glad that he didn't go into any speeches about her and her mother even though she knew her statement triggered those thoughts within him. She didn't want to talk about it and neither did he. They had been through enough for one day and she was exhausted.

She flinched a little when she felt the baby kick.

"Oh," she said holding her stomach. "Someone's wide awake."

"It's the crack of dawn of course she is," he added. "Are you pretty much done with everything down there?"

"Yes. Let's go home."


Elliot headed straight for the shower when they got in the door. Olivia was on the phone with Dodds and the capture was making the early morning news rounds. He was eager to wash the evening off of him. He laid his forehead on the shower tiles and let the hot water pour over him soothing the tension in his neck, back and arms. His eyes were screwed shut trying to will away the tightness in his shoulders and chest.

He knew this feeling. This was how his body reacted every time he had to deal with a tough case that hit home for him in some way. It happened after Pete Breslin, Veronica Nash, Gordon Rickett, Malcolm Royce and a few others over the years. He would be so wound up that his body would crave some kind of intense release.

Elliot opened his eyes and stared at his raging erection. He was so hard that it was almost painful. He didn't feel like getting himself off and knew there was only one thing that would give him the release that his body so desperately craved but he knew she was exhausted. His mind was racing so much that he didn't hear her enter the bathroom and he jumped when he heard the shower curtain open.

Olivia watched him carefully for a second when she saw that he was leaned over with his head against the shower but when he stood up and she looked down she saw the reason for at least a part of his dilemma. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly and she read his mind. It was what she needed to.

Exactly what she needed.

After a hard case she would either get drunk, turn to an old flame for sex or both. When Elliot was separated she had thoughts of the two of them "fucking it out" into the wee hours of the morning until every bad thought was out of their heads and they felt normal again.

Elliot searched her eyes for permission that it was ok and she wasted no time obliging. Olivia crashed her lips against his and he maneuvered her around him so she was under the water now. The water quickly drenched her and Elliot watched with desire as the water fell against her golden skin and dripped from her hard nipples. He lapped up the water from her neck and her chest as his fingers teased her nipples and pulled them gently. She moaned lightly and her hand immediately landed on his back.

She traced the contours in his muscular back and moved her hands lower cupping his round, perfect ass. The motion made him rock his length into her and she moaned again. He began to suck on her right breast while he fondled the left one and the sensation coursed through her body causing her nails to sink into his skin. He growled and began to move his hand lower to her core.

Olivia was wet.

He knew before his hands made contact. The second his hands touched her folds, she had to brace herself with her right hand to hold herself up.

"I've got you baby," he assured her as his hands began to assault her insides. She was already beginning to contract a little and when his mouth made it's way to her breast again she whimpered. The sensation of his fingers inside her and his mouth on her was almost too much to take. She felt herself getting close but right when she was at the edge he stopped.

Olivia's eyes shot open in response and she was about to protest the loss until she saw Elliot get on his knees in front of her. He manipulated their bodies so she rested in the corner of the shower and lifted her right leg over his shoulder. He placed a quick kiss on her belly and wrapped his arm around her left leg to hold her steady. Before she could catch her breath he plunged his tongue into the depths of her and she began to come instantly.

Elliot!

Olivia screamed his name and he continued to taste her. She was clawing at his back and rested her hands on his head. She wanted him to stop but she wanted him to keep going. She was a fountain of need and he was more than willing to give her as much relief as she needed as it was giving him relief as well.

Elliot couldn't get enough of her and almost felt like he was losing control. He felt her come again and her body started to go lax. He could've continued but the shower was slippery and he didn't want to risk it. He stood up and held her in his arms while he turned off the water and aided her out of the shower. He helped to dry her off and dried himself off before her mouth landed back on his.

This time her kiss was slow and leisurely. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and her tongue sensually danced with his. Olivia broke the kiss and took his hand leading him into the bedroom.

She backed him up until his knees were touching the edge of the bed and took his length in her hand.

"Fuck," he groaned and attacked her lips again.

She continued to stroke his length with one hand and used her other hand to palm his ass. Elliot's body was beautiful and she was so turned on and slick for him.

He was dying to be inside her and couldn't wait any longer. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her hand towards him so she could straddle him. He had to lean back a little to make room for her stomach.

Once she was settled on both sides of his thighs, she lined him up at her entrance and slowly descended on his length. Both gasped at the sensation and he buried his head in her neck.

They stayed still.

Her head resting on his as they bathed in the feeling of one another. Just being inside her was all it took to make everything else go away. In this moment, there was nothing but them and this. After a few minutes his body was aching for him to move and she felt him twitch inside her. Without a word she pulled back from their embrace, gazed into the pools of blue and moved.

She moved slowly at first and although her eyes tried to drift shut the intensity she saw staring back at her willed her to keep them open as every inch of his length touched everything inside her. Their quiet breathing escalated into moans and their pace gradually increased.

"Uhh, just like that baby," he said placing both hands at her hips and guiding him up and down the length of him. He felt like he couldn't get enough of her and with his feet still on the floor he had enough leverage to take her the way he wanted. He shifted further to the edge of the bed, spread his legs wider and put his hands up her back resting on her shoulders. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deep inside her and push her down onto him and her eyes slipped shut. It was all too much and then not enough.

"Ahhhh Elliot," she screamed.

"You ok?" he asked and started to slow down.

"Yes, don't stop please," she whimpered.

Olivia felt her orgasm creeping low in her belly as he continued to pound into her.

She opened her eyes marginally to see the muscles in his arms flexing as he held on to her and his hard chest was grazing against her tender nipples. His big, thick cock was piercing every space inside her and his lips were placing warm, opened mouth kisses along her neck and chest. His body was pure sin. She would never get enough of him owning and controlling her. And on nights like tonight where she needed to forget it all it was a welcome distraction and a perfect vice to deal with the monsters she faced. The images and feelings were all too much and she began to come hard around him. Her body exploded in orgasm and she bit his shoulder in an effort to contain her cries.

Elliot continued to hold her as her body shuddered and he was close to release.

"Look at me," he managed to choke out.

She pulled herself back from his shoulder and with hooded eyes met his gaze. The second their eyes met he poured himself into her, holding on to her for dear life while her muscles were still contracting around him.

They continued to embrace long after their heart rates slowed down and their breathing returned to normal. They held on silently thanking the other for giving exactly what they both craved and confirming a return to their new normal.

Benson and Stabler were left at the precinct.

They solved the crime and closed the case.

Temporary order was restored.

They had effortlessly slid back into the roles they cherished, husband and wife.


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