A Train Out [A Bensler Fan Fic]

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The phone rang for awhile before a detective picked up.

"Detective Biggs, Pittsburgh PD. How can I help you?" He asked.

"Uh, I can't give you my name, but I have some more information about Joseph Stabler." Olivia breathed as tears welled in her eyes.

"What about him?" Detective Biggs asked.

"He abuses his son, Elliot. That's why he ran away because he was getting his ass kicked." Olivia breathed.

"How do you know this, Miss?"

"Because I just know. I'm not lying. Please, just look into medical records or something in Manhattan. That's where they lived."

"What's your name?" He asked, and Olivia shook her head as she started to pace the floor of the hotelroom.

"I said I can't give you my name."

"Why not? Are you in danger? Are you one of Joseph Stabler's kids?"

"No, I'm not. I just can't tell you. Just get him on the abuse charge. And don't try and find us." Olivia spoke, before hanging up. She shut her phone off before going and sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

She wanted Joseph to get in trouble for hurting Elliot in the way he had. Olivia was falling for Elliot so hard that she wanted him to be happy, and he might get happy if his father is in prison for hurting him.

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Olivia fell asleep eventually, but as soon as the door opened and Elliot got back, she woke up.

"Hey, how was work?" She asked, as Elliot locked up the door.

"It was good. Uh, did I wake you?" He asked, as Olivia turned on the lamp and stood up. She was still dressed in her uniform, but it was only because she had started to cry after calling the cops.

"No, I was awake. Are you hungry or tired?" She asked, as he walked over to her and slipped his shoes off.

"Liv, what's wrong?" He questioned, and she bit her lip before stepping forward to kiss him. She wanted to shut him up, but he stopped her.

"No, we promised each other that we wouldn't kiss and do anything else until the end of the month. Something is bothering you, so what is it?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, Elliot. I'm so sorry." She started to sob. Elliot hadn't seen her cry since their first day in Pittsburgh.

"What did you do? Liv?!" Elliot exclaimed. He was scared that he'd find out that Olivia had gotten in contact with her mother, or even his mother. It scared him that he might have to go back or talk to someone about what his father had done to him.

"I called the Detective in Pittsburgh. I told him what your father did to him. I'm sorry!" Olivia cried.

"Why the hell would you do that?! Are you fucking stupid?!" He spat.

Olivia knew those words too well. Serena used to yell at her and call her fucking stupid. And now the guy she thought she might love one day, was saying it too.

"I-i'm sorry." She whispered. She walked over to the bed and grabbed her bag from the floor. She started to grab her wallet from her bag. She found it and walked over to Elliot and handed it to Elliot.

"Get out of here, Elliot. Take all of the money I have left and go. I'll send you all of my paychecks so you can get a place."

"What the hell?!" He spat.

"I'm sorry that I called the detective! I'm sorry that I'm stupid. I'm hurting you over and over again and all I want is to make sure you are happy. You can't be happy with me. So take the money and leave."

"You are stupid." He shook his head before grabbing the wallet and dropping it back into her purse.

"Try and get some sleep."

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Olivia snuck out of the hotel room the next morning. She wasn't leaving Oklahoma City. She was going to work early to see if she could possibly get a few extra hours in so they can move on to Denver sooner. 

She opened the door to the gas station and let a group of men walk out before she walked in. She walked over to where one of her coworkers stood and yawned.

"What are you doing here, Olivia?" He asked, and even before Olivia could answer, a man's hand was placed to her shoulder.

"Are you Olivia Benson?" He asked, and Olivia recognized the voice from the call yesterday.

"How did you find me?" Olivia whispered.

"We tracked your number. We need to talk, Olivia. Where is Joseph Stabler's son?"

"No, Detective Biggs. Elliot cannot know that you are looking for him. And no one can know that we are here. We ran away from home because stuff was happening."

"What stuff, Olivia?" He asked, and she looked over at the night manager and saw a frown on her face.

"Can we go somewhere else to talk? Please?"

"Yeah. But you need to talk to us. We can help you..."

"No you can't. You can't help either of us."

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Olivia explained why they left. But she didn't know if they believed her or not. In her purse, she found the photo album with the picture of Avery in it and passed it to them.

"My mother's boyfriend raped me and got me pregnant. I have bruises and scars all of my body from getting beat up. Elliot is covered in bruises too. We left Manhattan because if we didn't, we would die. So please. Please just let us stay here. Leave us alone. We can't go back. If I do, I'll die. If Elliot does, he'll have no home because his father is facing murder charges."

"Olivia, do you want us to call NYPD and tell them about what was happening?"

"No, because then they will search for us too. I'm begging you. Please leave us alone."

Detective Biggs stared at Olivia for a moment.

"Okay. But I'm going to give you something. I need you to make sure that once you are safe and sound, you send it back. Okay?"

"Of course." Olivia spoke. Detective Biggs got into his pocket and grabbed a random gift card.

"It has no money on it, and I've been too lazy to throw it away. Send it to me in an unmarked envelop and I'll know it's from you. I'll know that you are alive and okay. If I don't get it by the end of the year, I'm going to get in contact with the NYPD and report everything you have told me."

"O-okay." Olivia struggled to speak. She ran her fingers through her hair before forcing a smile.

"Thank you for the breakfast, Detective Biggs. Thank you for letting us off. I promise you that you'll get this soon."

Olivia stood up from the booth and grabbed the last piece of toast and put it in her mouth before pulling her purse over her head. She took the toast out and smiled at him before leaving.

Detective Biggs has been a detective for nearly 10 years, and this is the first time he truly knew that not reporting what was happening to Olivia and Elliot was the right thing. They could be happy together, and they'd be alive together.

Hey guys! Thanks for reading! I know that it's still the 28th, but screw it. I'm posting this tonight! Please vote and comment all of your feedback below! :D