AN- I wrote this months ago during winter but never got around to publishing it. Smut and kinda angst + age gap (all legal and consensual). Set around season 7/8
—1.4k wc—
The blizzard had approached the state of New York faster than the weather forecast had predicted. You and your partner Elliot were halfway to Syracuse, chasing a lead on a serial assailant, when the storm hit your location.
“And there goes the car battery,” you sigh as your patrol car engine finally quits. “And our source of heat.”
You had only been stranded on the side of the highway for two hours, but it felt like an eternity when there was no rescue currently available. All the roads had shut down and although you could radio local patrol, they couldn’t reach you until the storm let up.
Your partner had been sitting in the drivers seat, silently fuming for the entire time you’d been stuck there. He didn’t want to pull over but he finally relented when the sedan started sliding on the road. Not even a snow plow could drive in these conditions.
“We have two waters, half a cold coffee, and a few granola bars from what I’ve counted,” you state. “I think we can last at least a few hours on these if we ration.”
Elliot lets out a long sigh. This was just another nail in the coffin of his messy year. Between the divorce being finalized, Olivia transferring departments, and the whole Gitano incident, this year had not been his favorite. And now he was trapped in a freezing vehicle with his new partner. At least it wasn’t Munch.
You had transferred into SVU a year ago from narcotics, initially being assigned to work with Fin. However, after Olivia left, Cragen decided to pair you with Elliot, hoping your calm demeanor would rub off on him. So far, it hadn’t.
More hours had passed in the car and as the winter sun fell bellow the horizon, so did the temperature. Even with your jacket on it wasn’t long before you were shivering.
“You cold?” Elliot asks, still annoyed at the situation.
“Yeah I mean it’s a bit chilly,” you reply somewhat sarcastically.
“It might be warmer in the back seat,” Elliot suggests. “Cause it’s away from the frozen windshield.”
“You know the car has a windshield in the back too, right?” you reply.
Elliot shrugs then proceeds to awkwardly climb over the center console and into the back of the squad car.
“Well it’s not colder than the front,” he remarks. He reaches out a hand to help you climb into the back seat next to him.
You were always a little wary of Elliot. He was really close to Olivia and since she left he seems to have latched onto you. You definitely enjoyed his company, despite the 10 year age gap and his fiery demeanor. You were so opposite that you ended up working really well together.
“Detective Stabler,” Elliot states as he answers his phone. It was a pleasant surprise to know you had cellular coverage up here.
“Tomorrow?” Elliot asks annoyed. “Could you send literally anyone earlier?”
“Fine,” Elliot grumbles. “Well hang in there.”
“That was the Captain,” he states as he hangs up his phone. “They won’t be able to send anyone to us until tomorrow.”
You groan in annoyance at your situation.
“I’m going pee,” you state, moving towards the door. “If I’m not back in 10 send a search party.”
Elliot tried to protest you going out into the storm but realized given your situation it was probably for the best you did your business outside of the car.
You reenter the car a few minutes later, unable to feel your fingers from the sub zero temperatures. Your jacket is completely soaked through as you didn’t dress for that heavy of snowfall.
Elliot immediately notices your shivering state and begins to take off your jacket.
“What are you doing?” you ask, pulling away from him.
“You can’t keep this on,” he states. “It’s wet, it will freeze and make you colder.”
You slowly let him help you out of your jacket, accepting the fact that you were in fact very cold.
Elliot pulls you close to him in an attempt to warm you up. You were not used to this weather, being from California. You had only seen snow on a handful of instances before moving to New York a few years prior.
The two of you stayed huddled together in the back seat for awhile, too cold to do anything but wait. You had dosed off for a bit in Elliot’s arms but the back seat wasn’t the most comfortable place.
“You’re still shivering,” Elliot comments as he passes you the water bottle you’re sharing.
“I’m not used to anything below 50 degrees,” you reply. Elliot looks at you for permission before he pulls you closer to him, allowing you to steal more of his body heat. The position you were in was perhaps bordering on not appropriate but given the circumstances you couldn’t care. You were so cold.
“Do you miss California?” Elliot asks, realizing he doesn’t know that much about your life before New York.
“Sometimes,” you sigh. “I miss the good parts.”
Elliot knows not to press you for details on things you don’t want to talk about. He was worried though as you appeared to be falling asleep again.
Deciding you were in fact sleeping and not passed out from the cold, he let you lay against his chest as you slept, your body on top of his in the back seat. He had told himself so many times not to get close to the people he works with, but he couldn’t help but be drawn to you. There was a calm about you he appreciated, and you were good with the victims.
It’s a little before sunrise when you both wake up, even colder than you were when you fell asleep. You both were too cold to care about the position you were in, or the fact that your faces were way too close to each other, you just wanted to be someplace warm again.
“We really shouldn’t,” you tell Elliot, noticing that he’s suspiciously been staring at your lips since you woke up.
“We don’t have to,” he says calmly.
“It’s a really bad idea,” you giggle.
“I’m not known for making the best decisions,” Elliot whispers as he moves in closer.
Fuck it, you decide. It can’t make you any colder and who knows if you’ll even live long enough to be rescued from this damned car. Plus you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about doing this before.
You sink further into his grasp as your lips connect, hands tucked under his jacket for warmth. Was this a bad idea? Very much so. But you couldn’t help yourself. You’d never needed some activity such as this more in your life.
There is no signs of stopping as the back seat heats up. You’re tugging at each other’s clothes, not wanting to take anything off but also feeling the need to be closer to the person in front of you.
Elliot finally pulls away and you instantly miss his touch.
“We don’t have to…” he says, referring to continuing your connection.
“Elliot,” you say, staring at his eyes. “I want to continue if you do.”
“I don’t have a condom,” he says worriedly.
“I’m clean,” you reply, “and I can get some plan B tomorrow. We’ll be fine.”
Assured of your consent, Elliot reconnects his lips to yours as he slips a hand under your shirt, tugging at the hem of your pants. Forgetting the cold, you quickly unbutton them and pull them off, flinging them into the front seat. Elliot senses your urgency and rids himself of his belt and trousers.
Unfortunately for your decision making, the sex was amazing. You both forgot about the cold, or the fact that you were cramped in the back of a squad car, all you could do is moan his name as he bounced you on his hard cock over and over.
Elliot hadn’t had any physical contact remotely close to this in months and he was very hungry for it. His hands grasped firmly on your sides as he moved you on top of him. His mouth nipped at your freezing neck as you moaned the most beautiful noises.
You both could’ve continued this way for hours if you weren’t starving and dehydrated. It probably wasn’t the smartest move to exert all your energy at once, or to sleep with your coworker who you spend every day with.
Two orgasms later you both were spent. Elliot used some napkins he found in the glove compartment to clean up the back seat and you both reluctantly put your close back on. You finished the last of the water and food and waited in silence for help to come.
TWs- Canonical SVU violence/themes, mention of sexual assault (no graphic depictions), medical complications/surgery (no graphic descriptions)
AN- This story is slowly coming together. I think we’ll have 1-2 more parts but I can’t promise how quickly I’ll write them. I also have a ton of other fics I wanna start writing so I may start writing some of them as this story continues.
This is part 4 of the Disposed Series. See Masterlist for links to all parts
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—1.2k wc—
The day of the trial had arrived and Elliot wasn’t sure he could do it. Of course he had to agree to testify when Novak decided to bring the traffickers to trial, but it didn’t feel right to be there without you.
It had been 4 weeks and 2 days since you’d slipped into a coma after your surgery. 4 weeks and 2 days without his person. He didn’t even have the words to describe your relationship. It wasn’t romantic per se (he was still technically married) but calling you a friend didn’t seem to do your relationship justice.
Elliot felt sick when Cragen told him the news of your coma. He hadn’t been allowed to see or talk to you in the hospital as he was a suspect in your assault. By the time he was cleared, you had long since been unconscious. He screamed at Tucker upon the news, asking the man why he wouldn’t let him see you.
That confrontation had landed him on desk duty for two weeks and boy was he miserable. He put all he had into focusing on work, trying to keep his mind off of you and his failing marriage/impending divorce. Olivia tried her best to be there for him, but your situation also weighed heavily on her.
It was day 5 of the trial when Cragen received a call from the hospital. The squad anxiously watched as he stepped outside the courthouse to take the call, their recess only having a few minutes left.
“I’ve got to go down to the hospital,” Cragen explains to the group after the call has ended.
“Is she awake?” Elliot eagerly asks.
“Not yet,” Cragen responds. “I’ll send an update as soon as I know anything.”
The next few hours in court were brutal for Elliot. He was called to testify and thus could not check his phone for updates. Olivia remained in the gallery of the courtroom for support. She desperately wanted to check her phone but knew that doing so would only make Elliot anxious.
It felt like time was crawling at a snails pace while Elliot recalled to the court the events of that fateful night. How you both were undercover; how one of the escorts recognized you both as NYPD and alerted the traffickers; how you were bound and tossed into the water. He wasn’t able to discuss the rescue or your assault, not that he wanted to, but the jury was informed of your condition which was a direct result of the traffickers’ actions. ADA Novak thanked Elliot for his testimony and court was adjourned for the evening.
Rushing outside into the evening air, Elliot and Olivia both reach for their phones. The only text was Cragen asking them to call him when court was over so Olivia quickly dialed his number.
Of course Olivia’s phone didn’t have a good speaker function so Elliot waited for the call to be over.
“We don’t need to go down there,” Olivia says to her partner after hanging up the phone. “They have her in surgery.”
“Did she wake up?” Elliot asks.
“Yeah Cragen told me she woke up earlier today, around the time they called him,” she explains. “They had to immediately rush her into surgery to repair some of the damage but they’re optimistic about her survival at this point.”
“When can we see her?” Elliot eagerly asks, taking this good news as a surprise. He had resolved himself to fearing for the worst as of late.
“We can go tomorrow before court,”
Olivia smiles, elated that her best friend had woken up.
The next morning Olivia and Elliot found themselves sipping on burnt coffee in the waiting room of the hospital. Cragen was going to meet them there before they’d go in to see you. He had texted a brief update the night before that surgery had gone well and you were resting, but those were the only details provided.
“Good morning Captain,” Olivia says as Cragen enters the waiting room. “Can we go in now?”
“Just a sec,” Cragen responds. “I should first update you both on her condition.”
Cragen wished your partner Fin was also here to see you but him and Munch had to hold down the fort while everyone else was in court today.
“She’s awake but she’s still quite a bit out of it,” the Captain explains to his detectives. “The surgery was fine but she hasn’t taken the news well.”
“What news?” Elliot asks, interrupting the Captain.
“Her coma was caused from the infection in her arm,” he explains. “They had to amputate.”
Cragen’s words feel like a punch in the gut to Elliot. An amputation meant you couldn’t be an SVU detective anymore or do really anything in the NYPD (say for some one handed typing on desk duty).
“It would be good if you two could distract her for a bit,” Cragen explains before departing the hospital. He was due in court that morning while Elliot and Olivia had until the afternoon to prepare for court.
The two detectives took a moment to process everything before heading in to see you. They both realized how devastating your new reality was. You’d be forced into early retirement (if they could even call it that given you were so young) or be left to find a new job. Your career as an SVU detective was over.
Elliot decided to let Olivia talk to you first, not wanting to overwhelm you with too many people at once. Waiting in the hallway, he realized that although he wasn’t physically hurt by that night’s events, he still may never recover. The memories repeated in his mind every night to the point where he barely slept anymore. He’d completely given up on trying to salvage his marriage, not having the mental energy to focus on it.
Elliot is pulled from his thoughts by Olivia.
“She wants to see you,” she smiles as she pulls him towards your room.
“Hey,” Elliot says as he enters your room.
You can’t help but cry as you see him, waves of emotion coming out of nowhere by the presence of your two best friends. You temporarily forget you’re missing your arm until he leans in to hug you and only one of your hands reaches him.
“I missed you both so much,” you sigh, trying to get your emotions under control. The doctors still had you pumped full of medication to help with the pain.
The three of you talked for hours as Olivia and Elliot updated you on everything you’d missed. Cragen had provided you with a brief recap of the past month but didn’t want to overwhelm you with the details. You learned that they caught the traffickers, and the EMTs and that the traffickers’ trial was ongoing.
You wanted to attend the trial, but the doctors had explained to you that you wouldn’t be discharged for a few more weeks while your body healed. All you could do was sit and wait for news to come trickling in the doorway of your hospital room.
TWs- Canonical SVU violence/themes, mention of sexual assault (no graphic depictions), medical complications
AN - Kinda got stuck with this story bc I want to get to the fluffy part but we have a lot more angst to get through first. Trying to not rush the plot for the sake of fluff. Also I have zero medical knowledge/education so I did a lot of googling for this one.
This is part 3 of the Disposed Series. See Masterlist for links to all parts
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— 1.7k wc —
When you woke up, you still felt like you were floating in the ocean. The bright lights and beeping of the hospital room overwhelmed your senses as you tried to recall how you got there.
Sitting in a chair next to your bed, Olivia notices your somewhat alert state.
“Hey,” she coos as she approaches your side. “How are you feeling?”
“What happened?” you ask, ignoring her question.
“You were shot and passed out,” Olivia explains. “You and Elliot were found floating in the bay.”
“I remember the water,” you recall. “Elliot was swimming. Did he make it to shore?”
“Yes Elliot’s fine,” Olivia assures you. “He’s resting right now. Fin is with him.”
“He saved me,” you explain. “I couldn’t swim.”
“You both did great,” Olivia smiles. “But IAB does have some questions you should be prepared for. I know you don’t want to do this now but I’d rather we talk about it first before Tucker barges in.”
You nod your head in understanding, assuming IAB would want to investigate how two of their detectives got dumped in the bay in the middle of the night.
“When you went in for surgery…” Olivia cautiously explains. “Uh, they discovered some other wounds besides your shoulder. They, um, had to do a rape kit to collect evidence.”
“A rape kit?” you ask confused. “I wasn’t raped. The traffickers didn’t touch me.”
“Based on the evidence, the doctor thinks the assault occurred after you were removed from the water,” Olivia sighs. “Now is there anything you remember between being in the water and arriving at the hospital?”
“I…” you rack your brain trying to recall anything that would explain what occurred.
“No. I don’t even know how I got out of the water.”
Olivia didn’t want to push you for answers as she could tell you were exhausted. You were also shivering again and falling asleep.
“That’s ok,” she assures you. “Why don’t you get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Olivia watches as you doze off again in your hospital bed, the slightest of shivers still coursing through your body. Quietly, she slips out of your room to get some coffee from the hospital cafeteria.
“Olivia!” the Captain calls, catching up to her in the corridor. “I heard she woke up for a bit.”
“Yeah,” Olivia confirms, still in search of some coffee. “That was a rough conversation. She doesn’t remember anything from the time she passed out to the time she woke up a few minutes ago.”
“Olivia,” the Captain says sternly, stopping his brisk walk. “You know you can’t be involved in the investigation.”
“What do you mean?” Olivia asks, annoyed by the Captain’s statement. “Of course I can. It was an assault on an NYPD officer within our jurisdiction. Don’t tell me it’s because it may have happened in Jersey.”
“No it’s not that,” Cragen says quietly. “Right now everyone who had contact with her from the time she exited the water to the time she was handled by paramedics is a suspect. IAB does not want anyone from our squad conducting the investigation.”
“I heard they were picked up by a fishing boat,” Olivia sighs. “Any number of the people on that boat could have done it.”
“There were only two people on that boat Olivia,” Cragen responds. “Elliot and the boat driver.”
Olivia was still stunned by the time she returned to your room with her bitter coffee. Did IAB really think Elliot had assaulted you? She hoped the rape kit would be back soon so IAB could clear him from the investigation.
A knock on the door pulled Olivia from her thoughts. She looked up as Fin quietly entered.
“The rape kit is back,” he says.
“So they know it wasn’t him right?” Olivia asks, hoping Fin’s answer would bring relief.
“Unfortunately not,” Fin sighs, taking a seat next to Olivia. “No fluids or signs of lubricant. Whatever they used, it wasn’t a body part.”
“So IAB still thinks Elliot did it,” Olivia groans.
“We both know there’s no way he would, but unfortunately it was just him and that other guy on the boat. Elliot is adamant that she was never alone with the boat driver,” Fin explains.
Olivia just lets out a long sigh in response, holding her head in her hands. There had to be a way to prove Elliot’s innocence.
“It doesn’t look good Liv,” Fin states. “When the Coast Guard saw them on that ship, Elliot had taken both his and her clothes off and they were huddled together under some towels.”
“He wouldn’t do that,” Olivia shakes her head. “Did he say why they didn’t have clothes?”
“He told me he removed them on the boat because he was worried they’d become hypothermic,” Fin explains. “The clothes were still on the boat when they docked in Jersey. He left everyone’s undergarments on but it still doesn’t look good.”
The two sat in silence for a moment, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you slept.
“Don’t worry he hasn’t talked to IAB yet,” Fin assures Olivia. “He’s waiting for his delegate.”
“Good,” Olivia states. She still couldn’t believe everything that had transpired over the course of a few hours.
Moments pass before Fin gets a text that Elliot is being released from the hospital. He excuses himself from your room in order to give his fellow officer a ride home.
A few minutes later, a nurse comes in with a tray of food.
“I know she needs her rest but she also needs to eat,” the nurse explains. She turns on the overhead lights in the room and sets the tray down next to your bed.
“Hmm,” she sighs, looking at the monitor displaying your vitals. “Her body temp is still low but her heart rate has risen. She may need more pain medication. Let me go grab the doctor.”
Olivia thanks the nurse as she leaves and goes to wake you up for your meal.
“Hey,” she says, lightly shaking your uninjured shoulder. “It’s time to eat.”
You groggily open your eyes and groan at the awakening.
“Where am I?” you ask, your speech slurring as you try to make sense of your surroundings.
“You’re in the hospital,” Olivia reminds you.
“The hospital?” you ask, still confused.
Olivia responds with an alarmed look. Did you hit your head? Why were you so out of it?
Before she could respond, the monitor next to your bed started beeping as the number displaying your heart rate shot up rapidly. The nurse rapidly renters the room and begins checking over your vitals at the computer.
“Hey,” Olivia says, shaking your arm. It’s only then she notices how yellow your skin had become.
“Oh my god,” she exclaims, looking panicky at the nurse. The nurse comes over and examine your yellowing skin.
“Code Blue!” the nurse shouts into her pager. It only takes a second for doctors to come flooding in to the room, pushing Olivia away.
“Her heart rate is too high,” one of them notes.
“Jaundice and discoloration on the arms”
“Body temperature is dropping”
“M’am can you hear us?” One of them states as he shines a light in your eyes.
“She’s unresponsive,” he says after you don’t respond. “Prep a room in the ICU stat!”
Olivia rushes to follow you to the ICU but one of the nurses holds her back.
“I’m sorry but you need to wait here,” she says before hurrying off with the herd of doctors.
Falling to the floor sobbing, Olivia isn’t sure what to do. Fin and Elliot had left the hospital already and Munch and Cragen were at the precinct. She realized she had to call Cragen as he was your guardian when you were incapacitated.
“Captain you need to get down here,” Olivia says into her phone, the crying evidenced in her voice. The Captain didn’t need an explanation beyond Olivia’s pleas for him to hurry. He knew deep down something had gone horribly wrong.
“How is she?” the Captain asks a doctor attending to you. He had been let back into the ICU due to his status as your guardian.
“She slipped into a coma,” the doctor responds. “She’s suffering from sepsis. Her organs are shutting down.”
“What are her chances?” Cragen grimly asks.
“Sepsis can progress rapidly,” the doctor explains. “It could go either way.”
Days slipped by with little change in your condition. The squad channeled their pain and anxiety into hunting down the traffickers who had dumped you, whilst Fin and Olivia secretly investigated your assault. They didn’t care if IAB disciplined them for investigating, they were determined to clear Elliot’s name.
“Hey Liv I think I got something,” Fin exclaimed to his colleague. Olivia had exhausted all of her energy trying to scrap together any and all details about the fisherman who brought you ashore. However, everything she found pointed to him being innocent.
“You remember that girl who came in earlier to say she didn’t remember being assaulted?” Fin asks.
“Yeah she passed out at a club on the Lower East Side,” Olivia recalls. “Woke up in the hospital.”
“Well I traced her movements for the past 24 hours and it seems like the emergency responders who transported Y/N to the hospital were the same ones who transported her,” Fin explains.
The gears start to turn in the detectives’ heads. Both of the MOs matched up along with the lack of fluids in the rape kits.
After hours of further investigating and an intense interrogation they finally caught the men who assaulted you, along with dozens of other women in the area. The medics had repeatedly assaulted unconscious women in their ambulance, unbeknownst to the women or the hospitals.
Although they had a stern talking to from IAB for disobeying their orders not to take part in the investigation, the NYPD was glad to know one of their own hadn’t assaulted you.
New Jersey SVU had also received a lead on the traffickers and were preparing a sting operation to finally bring them to justice.
The only thing left on the detectives’s minds was you.
TWs- Canonical SVU violence/themes, mention of possible rape (no descriptions or imagery)
AN - this will definitely have a few more parts to it. Check out part 1 here (Disposed). Also we kinda jump around POV-wise this chapter so hopefully it’s not confusing at all.
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— 1.1k wc—
Olivia paced back and forth in the waiting room, agonizing over the lack of answers regarding the conditions of her fellow detectives. Despite it being the middle of the night, the whole SVU squad had rushed down to Mercy Hospital as soon as they got the call. None of them had slept in hours.
They’d lost contact with you and Elliot around 6pm the day before, which instantly triggered alarm bells. The raid on the traffickers house was supposed to go down that night and as hours passed without contact, the squad knew something was wrong.
Olivia was the first to raise alarm to the situation. The rest of the squad reserved their worry for a few hours, hoping the two of you had just been caught up and weren’t able to call at the scheduled time.
Eventually, Fin and Munch did a drive by of the target house. When a neighbor commented the occupants left quickly after dinner, they immediately phoned the Captain.
An APB went out on the radios for the missing detectives but no leads panned out. It wasn’t until 2am that Cragen received a call from the Coast Guard, informing him that there were two individuals being pulled from the water. There had been no updates since.
Olivia looks up as a nurse enters the room. The squad was preparing themselves for bad news, seeing as there had been no updates since the initial call to Cragen.
“Is Captain Cragen present?” the nurse asks, scanning the room. She pulls the Captain aside and briefs him on the conditions of his detectives.
Cragen’s face looks relieved as the nurse gave the update, giving Olivia hope that your conditions weren’t as bad as she feared. Eventually Cragen thanked the nurse and returned to where your squad was sat.
“Elliot is recovering from exhaustion and hypothermia,” the Captain explains. “The doctors think they were in the water for over an hour.”
“What about y/l/n?” Fin asks.
“She’s in surgery,” Cragen sighs. “She took a bullet to the shoulder. The nurse said the surgery will be a few hours due to the damage.”
“Ouch,” Fin replies, grimacing at the idea of shoulder surgery.
“But they’ll both be ok?” Olivia asks, worried for her friends.
“They believe so,” Cragen assures her.
All they could do at this point is believe.
IAB showed up at the hospital shortly after dawn. The Captain briefed Tucker on the status of the detectives but explained neither of them was able to give a statement at the moment. Tucker was agitated at the lack of evidence regarding the prior nights events but declined to press for further information out of the Captain.
As soon as Elliot was awake, Olivia and the Captain went to visit him. Fin and Munch hung back in case the nurse had updates on your condition. Also, they didn’t want to overwhelm Elliot, and they needed to keep an eye on Tucker.
“Hey El. How are you feeling?” Olivia asks her partner as she enters his room. The Captain hangs in the doorway, allowing Olivia the time to talk to Elliot.
“Like I got hit by a bus,” Elliot groans in response. “How is she?”
“Y/N’s in surgery,” Olivia replies, sitting on the edge of his bed. “They’re working on her shoulder.”
“I don’t know what happened,” he said. “One second we were talking with the traffickers and the next second they had us bound in the back of a truck.”
“It’s ok,” Olivia reassures him. “We can figure all of this out later. Right now you need to rest.”
“Hey Elliot,” Cragen chimes in. “IAB needs a statement but I let them know you’re still resting. Munch is going to hold back Tucker as long as he can.”
Elliot nods in understanding, his eyes threatening to close in exhaustion.
“I thought she was dead,” he mumbles to Olivia. “She passed out. She wasn’t breathing.”
“How long was she out?” Olivia asks, worried about your condition.
“Too long,” Elliot replies. “I was swimming as fast as I could but she wasn’t moving. She was so cold and limp.”
“She’s going to be alright El,” Olivia states, giving her partner a reassuring smile. Elliot and you had always had a special bond to say the least. It seemed like everyone in the world could see it except the two of you.
“Do you want me to call Kathy?” Olivia asks Elliot.
“Sure,” he replies quietly. “I don’t think she wants to see me but it would be good to let her know I’m ok.”
Kathy had walked out on their marriage months ago and they weren’t exactly on the best terms. Elliot still held onto hope that their marriage was fixable, but was unsure how realistic that outcome was.
Olivia agreed to call Kathy and left Elliot to rest, turning his lights off before shutting the door.
On the way back to the waiting room, the Captain was intercepted by a nurse with a clipboard. Olivia went to join him but Cragen quickly asked her to go update the squad and call Kathy.
Cragen can tell by the look on the nurse’s face that it wasn’t great news.
“Mr. Cragen are you aware that Y/N gave you power of attorney in situations where she is incapacitated?” The nurse asks.
“Yes I’m aware,” Cragen responds. You didn’t have any family and so when you joined SVU a few years prior, you gave Cragen power of attorney in case of this exact situation. You trusted that he would make good decisions on your behalf.
“She’s out of surgery but still sedated,” the nurse explains. “But we need your permission before we can do the rape kit.”
“Rape kit?” Cragen asks, confused.
“The surgeons noted recent vaginal trauma whilst prepping her for surgery. We would have done the kit sooner but she was losing too much blood,” the nurse explains.
“Of course,” Cragen responds somberly. “You have my permission to do the kit. Can one of my detectives be in the room when you perform it? I know she’s unconscious but she’d want someone she knows there.”
The nurse allows Cragen to fetch Olivia from the waiting room, agreeing it may be best to have a female present. Olivia was also your best friend and an older sister of sorts, so she was the obvious choice for the task.
“Captain what’s going on?” Olivia asks worriedly as soon as they leave the waiting room.
“I need you to go in and sit with her while they do the rape kit,” he explains to her.
“Rape kit?” Olivia asks in shock. “Was she…”
“They think so,” Cragen sighs. “I’m going to go and give IAB an update. They may want Elliot to get one too given the circumstances.”
Olivia nods and follows the directions to the exam room, hoping you’d be ok.
AN- First SVU fic I’m actually publishing :) it’s quite angsty and Elliot being a rescuer but no romance… yet. Also set in season 7/8/9ish (timeline is kinda vague but it’s in that era). Already writing part 2 but lmk what you think. Also if you like my writing (and THG) then check out my other blog @avoxrising
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— 1.6k wc—
The undercover operation that you and Elliot were on had gone south very quickly. The traffickers you were infiltrating caught wind of your true identities and now were heading somewhere to dispose of you.
Your arms and legs were tied together in an uncomfortable position; a plastic bag over your head. You could hear the rumbling of the truck as the traffickers drove you to an unknown location. It was hard to tell how long you’d been in the car but it couldn’t have been too long.
You slide across the covered bed of the truck as the vehicle makes a sharp turn, slamming into who you assume is a tied up Elliot. They hadn’t hurt either of you, which only made you more worried for what was to come when the vehicle stopped. You’d been able to loosen the bindings around your wrists a little, but not enough to wriggle free.
A few moments later, the truck comes to a screeching halt on what sounds like a gravel road. There were no city sounds, leading you to believe you were no longer in Manhattan. Even at the latest hours of the night the city was never this quiet.
You hear the men grumble as they open the bed of the truck. A hand grabs your shoulder and you attempt to kick at it, but more hands quickly hold you down. They drag you from the vehicle and carry you away.
When they set you down moments later, you can feel the world rocking underneath you. Based on the smells and sounds around you there was only one conclusion you came to.
You were on a boat.
The men quickly drop Elliot on the floor of the boat next to you and start the engine. You’d been on boats a lot as a kid in Florida, and this boat felt like a mid-sized boat used for tubing on a lake.
Your bound hands grasp for anything to hold on to as the boat takes off through the choppy night waters. Bouncing hard against the deck as the boat roars over some waves, you wince in pain, still searching for a steady hold. The only thing you find is Elliot, who is also tumbling around the deck in his bound state.
One would think you would be relieved when the boat finally came to a stop, but you were terrified. You knew what these men were capable of, and you were at a disadvantage.
“This a good spot?” You hear one of the men ask.
“Looks as good as any,” another replies. “They won’t be getting out of this one.”
Their footsteps approach and you feel hands around you once again. Squirming only earns you a slap in the face and more hands grabbing at you.
Suddenly, nothing is holding you, then you are cold, very cold.
They had thrown you overboard.
Elliot is able to quickly undo his bindings and remove the bag from his head underwater. Thankfully he learned a lot of things in the marines, including lots of knots and how to swim in harsh conditions.
Despite your lack of military training, the bag on your head had managed to free itself when you were thrown into the water. You manage to use your bound limbs to kick your way to the surface, trying to get a grasp of the situation.
Before you could even think to look for Elliot, shots were fired from the boat. Elliot quickly dove under the water, avoiding the attack. You managed to move enough to miss most of the bullets, but one lodged in your left rotator cuff as you tried to maneuver away.
‘Play dead’ is the only thing you can think in that moment, so you allow yourself to float in the water, unmoving except for the light rise and fall of your chest.
You waited what felt like hours for the boat to leave, but it must have only been a minute or two. Dozens of thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to comprehend what was happening. Where were you? Where was Elliot? Was he shot? How were you going to get out of this?
Looking around, you see the lights of Manhattan in the distance and a large port somewhat closer than the city. They must have dropped you in the middle of the bay.
It finally hits you how cold the water is. The spring brought water temperatures in the 50s, which wasn’t as bad as winter but definitely was not warm.
You return to floating on your back, coming to the conclusion that it was impossible to tread water with your limbs bound. It was also impossible to comprehend help arriving before you succumbed to your situation, so you allow yourself to float peacefully in the cold bay waters.
A hand on your leg catches you by suprise, causing you to shriek. Flipping upright, you see what you assume is Elliot, although it was hard to make out anything in the dark.
“I thought you were dead,” he says relieved.
“Not yet,” you groan as you move your feet to the surface.
Elliot quickly works to untie your bindings, whilst continuing to tread water. You let out a pained noise as he grabs at your arms and unties them, realizing the water hadn’t numbed your shoulder as much as you had hoped.
“Were you hit?” you ask him, struggling to tread water with your one good arm.
“No I’m fine,” he said. “We need to see which way the current is flowing and then…”
“Elliot,” you stop him, realizing he’s just as panicked as you are. “I’m hit. They got my shoulder. You should swim and get help. I’ll float here till they can come get me.”
Worry in his voice, Elliot quickly starts pestering you with questions about your shoulder while trying to feel the wound in the dark.
“It’s not bleeding too badly from what I can feel,” he says. “I’m not leaving you floating out here. I’ll swim us both down the bay. I think the current is taking us towards the harbor so we should hopefully be able to flag down help.”
You tried to argue with him about letting you stay, but realized quickly he wasn’t going to back down and you were getting too cold and tired to argue anymore.
Elliot wrapped one of his arms around you and began swimming with the current, the ache in your shoulder easing as the cold air numbed it. He had you positioned floating on your back so you could breathe and use your right hand to apply pressure to your wound.
Although he didn’t slow down, you worried Elliot would wear himself out trying to bring you both to shore. At least you were stuck out in the water with a former marine. Your partner Fin was not this strong of a swimmer and god knows how long you’d last with Olivia or Munch.
As Elliot powered you through the water, you found yourself growing more and more exhausted. It was hard to tell how much blood you had lost and your hand was too numb to apply any meaningful pressure to the wound. You didn’t want to ask Elliot to stop, but you knew you’d pass out sooner or later given your condition.
He judged he was roughly halfway to the nearest cargo dock when he took his first swimming break. When he asked how you were feeling, you could only muster a bleak groan in response. Sensing your condition was worsening, he had to make a decision.
Leaving you was completely out of question, so he carried on swimming you both towards help that hopefully awaited you at the port. At this hour, there wasn’t much activity there but maybe you’d be lucky and be spotted by a passing vessel.
It was another 20 minutes before Elliot spotted a fishing vessel in the bay. He yells at them and splashes his free arm but the boat either can’t hear them or can’t see them in the water. You’d passed out somewhere between the last break point and this one but Elliot was very careful to keep your head above water. He also continued to check your pulse every minute or so. It was growing faint, but it was still there.
“Hey!” Elliot hears in the distance.
“We’re in the water!” He yells back. “We need help!”
The large fishing vessel doesn’t move but he sees a small fishing boat scanning the waters nearby.
He shouts directions to the boat which eventually locates you with a dim headlight. The man on board pulls you and Elliot from the water and radios for the Coast Guard.
You were unconscious and frozen when you made it onto that boat. The cold hadn’t quite set in for Elliot yet as the adrenaline of the situation pulsed through him. He recalled his hypothermia training from his marine days and realized he was going to have to get you out of your wet clothes.
Not wanting to disturb your shoulder, he grabs a knife from the fisherman and cuts your shirt from your cold body, leaving on your undergarments. The fisherman quickly throws a dry towel over you and applies pressure to the wound per Elliot’s instructions.
Elliot quickly removes your soaked jeans and shoes before stripping himself down to his underwear and wrapping himself up in a dry towel.
“Coast Guard says they have paramedics waiting at the port. It’s faster if I take you,” the man explains and Elliot grabs hold of you and the boat before he takes off.
You’re still unconscious by the time the boat reaches the port. Paramedics quickly move you into one of the waiting ambulances.
“Wait!” Elliot states. “I have to go with her. She can’t ride alone.”
“Sir we need to treat you,” the paramedic responds. “We’re taking you to the same hospital and your captain will meet us there.”
Elliot watches as your ambulance drives off before they load him into his own, wondering if you were still breathing.
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