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Darkest Nights	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Our ADA will take the death penalty off the table if you turn in your group members," Elliot informed Keyes. Eric smirked.
"I have one other condition."
"Which is?" Elliot asked cautiously.
"I want to see the good doctor again." Elliot almost couldn't believe his ears. This pathetic excuse for a human had hurt George for no reason- he had hurt him so much already, and he still wanted more. Elliot's protectiveness of George was immediately triggered and he bunched his hands into fists.
"Well, that's too bad, because I'm not in a bargaining mood," Elliot snarled. Eric shrugged.
"Suit yourself. But keep this in mind; that means you'll never catch them, and they'll continue to rape and murder as many people as they can find. They may even take another turn with the good doctor himself. George was our favorite, did you know that? He was the reason we went after all those men, and they were all amusing… but none of them were quite as fun as he was. He tried to psychoanalyze himself and us, even when we caused him so much pain," Eric said, laughing.
"Shut up," Elliot hissed. His veins started bulging. Given his experience, he shouldn't have been surprised, but he was anyway. He realized that it wasn't as much the fact that he had killed and was bragging about it, as much as the fact that he had hurt George.
The thought of what George had gone through was almost worse, because there was a face to go with it now. This was the prick who had hurt his George, who'd mutilated, torture, and raped him, made him want to die… ruined his life. This was the face George had seen as it all had unfolded. And the thought of HIS George, being tortured by this freak- it was too much.
"I wonder, how is he coping? His resilience shocked me; most begged to die after a few days. If it wasn't for that little case of the sniffles, I would have waited until he broke and begged for it. I would have liked to have made him as insane as the people he once treated, but I suppose you can't always get what you want," Eric added a dramatic sigh.
"You did too much shit to him already. You nearly killed him. He was septic and his fever was so high they almost had to put him in ice. He was this close to dying." Elliot set his thumb and forefinger barely a centimeter apart to demonstrate his point.
"After what we did, I bet he was probably wishing to," Eric noted with a twisted grin.
"He was unconscious, so he didn't have a lot of time for that," Elliot corrected him.
"Afterwords, however… His therapy sessions must have been grueling. Did they make him cry as much as I made him cry? Did he ever have to be medicated, like I had to?" Eric asked.
"Shut. Up!" Elliot snapped. He set his face inches from Eric's, his breath coming in angry pants.
"Awww, did you cry too?" Eric mocked. "I know how hard it is to cope with fallen angels. The good doctor was- maybe is- about as innocent as they come, except for the damn shrink thing, but even though I didn't get as far as I would have liked, I assume I did a good job in breaking him. I can't wait to see my work."
Keyes was really pushing it. "Listen to me, you prick, you are not going to see him again until he testifies against you. You will rot in prison. And unless you turn the others in, we're done here!" Elliot roared.
"Just remember, detective: if my friends aren't arrested within a week, they'll know it's the signal to start up again. They may take a stranger. Or they may go for the good doctor again, though I suspect he won't put up much of a fight this time around. But he would be so fun anyway. No matter what you choose, the clock's ticking, detective…"
Elliot snapped. He lunged at Eric, every inch of his body flaring up with anger. Elliot's only desire was to make him pay, make him feel as much pain as he had caused George. Visions swam in front of his eyes, sounds roared in his ears: George lying on the highway, barely breathing; the heart monitor beeping alarmingly and flatlining; George's limp figure, on a ventilator because he was unable to breathe on his own; George waking up and insisting it was a dream- even while hallucinating, he had thought it was impossible that he would ever escape the hell he'd been through; and, finally, George crying out as his dreams turned into the agony of nightmares, and Elliot hadn't been able to do anything about it.
It was time for payback, time for revenge; revenge on Eric for harming George and revenge for the indirect harm it had caused Elliot. He slammed Eric against a wall, punching and kicking. He wouldn't mind whatever consequences there were, as long as he made Eric pay.
"Elliot, get away from him!" Cragen ordered, dashing into the room. "He isn't worth the complaint."
Elliot gritted his teeth. He couldn't let him get off that easily. Not when George had been hurt so badly.
Suddenly he remembered the conversation with George. It felt like it had happened a million years ago. George didn't approve of the death penalty; he wouldn't approve of Elliot doing this either. He shoved Keyes away forcefully. "This is nowhere near over," he promised Eric angrily.
"You are oh-so right about that, detective. I haven't gotten to tell dear Georgie good-bye yet. I will see him before I go to prison, whether you like it or not," Eric declared.
"You're wrong," Elliot insisted. Throwing him a look of utter disgust, Elliot stormed out of the room.
Elliot entered the squad room, seething. Cragen walked up to him. "Elliot, maybe we should-"
"Don't tell me you're even considering that shit," Elliot snarled.
"What other choice do we have?" Cragen asked desperately. "I don't like the idea at all, but lives are at stake here."
"You're smart. Think of something that doesn't involve George! It'll be a cold day in hell before I let him anywhere near that freak! George has been victimized by him once already, and if you think we should let that happen again, you need to switch back to the homicide unit!" Elliot snapped. He picked up a picture of George's injuries and pointed to it for effect. "Think about it, captain!" he ordered.
"We've had to do similar things before. And again, I don't like it at all. Not when they came so close to killing him and they had such an impact on him. But I don't know what else can be done."
"We make that freak see that one way or another we're getting them and there's something in it for him if he cooperates," Elliot suggested angrily.
"But Elliot, he knows that could take years and countless other victims. George will be safe here, and we'll make sure Keyes can't pull anything," Cragen offered.
"George has been hurt before while talking to people here," Elliot reminded him.
"We'll do something to ensure his safety."
"I know of something you can do to ensure his safety! Don't let that bastard near him!" Elliot fumed.
"Elliot, we might have any other options," Cragen insisted.
"This conversation is over," Elliot stated. He stalked towards the crib and opened the door.
George was resting on a bunk, still looking drained. The drive and identifying Eric in the line-up had clearly taken a lot out of him. George looked so vulnerable, Elliot noted. He looked like he was always prepared to defend himself, but he also looked like any attempt he made to defend himself would fail.
"No way. No way in hell is he doing this," Elliot whispered to himself. George stirred slightly.
"Elliot?" he asked fuzzily. Elliot sat next to him and stroked his face.
"It's me. Go back to sleep, we don't need to leave for a few hours."
"What's bothering you?" George asked tiredly. "And don't try to say it's nothing, just to mollify me."
Elliot reluctantly filled him in. "In interrogation, he confessed, but he won't give up his accomplices."
"And there's nothing that he's willing to do? Most like him have some kind of bargaining chip. Flat-out refusing seems uncharacteristic and highly unlikely." Elliot almost found himself wishing that George wasn't such a talented psychiatrist.
"He wants to talk to you," Elliot said quickly, hoping that saying the words faster would lessen their impact somewhat.
"Oh. I had a feeling…" George trailed off.
"You had a feeling what?" Elliot pressed.
"I had a feeling that he would have something left to harm me with; a parting blow of sorts. Whether the harm is mental or physical, he'll luxuriate in it, like how he's luxuriating in the police's inability to catch the others without his help- he's a textbook sadist. I don't really want to do this," George confessed. Elliot was impressed that George was managing to profile so well, despite the last few weeks, but he was still worried.
"Then don't. We'll find another way."
"There isn't one," George stated dejectedly.
"We just haven't found it yet! Give it time," Elliot said desperately.
George sighed and stood up, walking towards the door.
"Where exactly do you think you're going?" Elliot asked edgily.
"To talk to him," George said uncertainly.
"No you are NOT!" Elliot yelled. He stood in the doorway, blocking George from exiting.
"Elliot, I'm a capable adult. I can make this decision by myself. He will kill people if I don't do this, and I am not about to let that happen."
"I'm not going to let this prick victimize you again! I'm tempted to ask the feds to send someone to act as a bodyguard as it is- and you're going to go in there willingly?" George was shocked that Elliot thought that he was in enough danger to warrant a bodyguard, but he didn't show it.
"Either I talk to him, or others get hurt- what do you think I'm going to chose? Elliot, this is hard enough for me to do in the first place. Please don't make it harder," George begged.
"How is it I'm the only one who sees what a bad idea this is, and that there are other solutions? When did I become the voice of reason around here?"
"This is a bad idea- I know that. One of the worst we've had to act on in a long time," George agreed.
"You are not going in there- you've barely even started to recover! You hardly managed to keep it together in the line-up and you aren't ready to talk to him. You have PTSD bad enough as it is without letting him revictimize you!" Elliot slammed a fist into the bed frame as he spoke.
"I'm well aware of my problems. I really appreciate your concern, Elliot, but I still have to do this," George said evenly.
"Then I'm going in that room with you!" Elliot exclaimed.
"If he allows it, I would like that," George admitted.
"What do you mean, if he allows it?" Elliot demanded. George met his gaze.
"He needs control and he wants me twisting, no matter what he has to do to get there. He's going to do anything he can to make me out of my element, afraid, and powerless." Elliot was absolutely crushed. George knew what could happen to him, and he was going to do it anyway. Despite the terrors he'd been through, he would subject himself to it again so that Keyes would give up his group. The thought made his chest tighten painfully.
"Please, George, I don't want to see you hurt again! Give it a little time. You have no idea what it was like seeing you hurt the first time. I can't do it again-you can't do it again. Don't do this," Elliot pleaded.
"I'll give it a while. But if you can't convince him, then I'm going to have to do this," George said.
Elliot swallowed. "I'll get Alex to talk him into a deal." He had a chance, at least, to keep George safe, and he was going to make sure nothing happened.
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