SVU Community One Shots

Familiar Face

[Prompt]

{'It's been a while,' says a voice behind you. A voice you haven't heard in decades. You turn around and who do you see?}

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Elliot quickly walked down the street, snow flurries quickly falling from the dark sky above him. The squad had been up half of the night trying to figure out the latest case, but couldn't seem to get anywhere, so they called it a night.

"It's been a while." A voice said, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Elliot froze in his tracks, scanning the streets around him.

Not a soul was in sight.

"Who's there?" He asked, narrowing his blue eyes to see through the blizzard that was starting.

"Oh, don't worry about where I am now, Stabler. Worry about where I'll be soon." They chuckled. Elliot reached for his gun, his eyes darting around the street. To say he felt on edge was an understatement.

"Come out where I can see you." Elliot demanded.

"No thanks. I prefer the dark," they replied. There was a pause, the only noise was the wind picking up. "Well, I best be going. We'll meet again soon."

Fear sparking in his head, he ran to his car and quickly drove the car to his house.

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Olivia snuggled under her blankets, tightly holding her coffee in her hands. She had safely made it home last night, but there was no chance of her getting to the squad room now. She could hardly see the apartment across the street from her.

But, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.

Although she couldn't see anything, she closed the shades, hoping that would calm her nerves.

"Oh, Liv." A voice cooed. She jumped, dropping her coffee mug to the ground, the glass shattering everywhere. Her heart began to beat out of her chest as her brown eyes scanned the room. "There's no need to shut the curtains. After all, I'm inside the apartment."

"Where?" Olivia shakily asked, grabbing her gun off of her counter. Thank god she left that there last night.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not physically in your apartment. I just have plenty of cameras. And a microphone, obviously. And a speaker so you can always hear me." They answered, their nonchalant voice making her sick.

"Why?" She asked, swallowing her fear. She glanced around the room, no longer looking for a person, but for a camera.

"Oh, you know. So I can know when you're home. So I can hear your conversations. So I can talk to you while you sleep. Or while you eat. Or while you have guests over. Really, it's so that I can always be with you, Liv." They explained.

"What do you from me?" Olivia demanded, anger replacing her fear. She hated being trapped in her apartment, especially with this new threat looming over her.