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Darkest Nights	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alex Cabot sat across from Eric Keyes and looked at the table. A large, shiny black bruise had formed over Keyes's eye and she would be too tempted to smirk if she saw it. It was nowhere near what he deserved, but it was a start, especially because of how he occasionally touched it and let out a hiss. She'd cheered silently when she saw Elliot attacking him- she just wished she could have kicked him. Considering how they got when one of their own was attacked, she doubted she was the only one. Still, she was happy that Elliot had gotten a small amount of revenge.
She set her hand over the old, decaying table. "Is there anything we can do to convince you turn the others in?" she asked Keyes.
"There's nothing you can do, besides what I already asked for," Keyes replied with a low voice.
"You won't even do it for a reduced sentence?" she pressed.
"I wouldn't do it if you dropped all the charges," Keyes replied stubbornly.
"There's nothing we can do." She intended it to be a question but it became a statement.
"Nothing," Keyes confirmed. "Unless you let me talk to Huang, alone."Alex looked up and saw the determined, cold look on Keyes's face. She sighed and walked out of the room.
She met Elliot's gaze and shook her head. She could almost feel Elliot's blood run cold; the temperature in the room seemed to have plummeted. She shivered slightly.
"There has to be something!" Elliot insisted. He looked terrified. Alex wondered when he'd become so protective of George. No, when was the wrong question. The when was obvious; the real question was why. But now wasn't the time to ask. She sighed and shook her head again.
"There's nothing I can do. I can't force him to cooperate."
"Those bastards need to be caught," Elliot hissed.
"The only way that will happen is if we give him what he wants and let George talk to Keyes," Alex said sadly. She didn't like the idea either, but she didn't let it show.
"I'm not letting George near him! There has to be another way!" Elliot said furiously. "Alex, you have no idea what it's been like since George was found. He can't do this, even though he says he's going to. Even worse, with everything Keyes said, it's going to be so dangerous- Keyes wants to hurt George again, as much as the thought hurts. That bastard still wants more."
"Elliot, George doesn't have to do this, but if he doesn't, we'll never catch them," she said quietly. "They're too smart. Keyes is our only chance."
George walked up to them and grasped Elliot's arm. "I can do this, Elliot. I'll be fine."
Elliot grabbed George's wrist and pulled his sleeve up, pointing deliberately to a wound that was in between healing and becoming a scar. "You aren't fine to begin with! You can't do this!"
"Alex, can we have a moment?" George asked. Alex nodded and left the room, though she would have liked to hear the conversation.
"Elliot, it'll be fine," George whispered. He caressed Elliot's face.
"George, I'm not saying my position is worse than yours, but I will say I love you too much to watch this happen again. The thought of you being hurt is like a knife to the heart," Elliot whispered.
"Elliot, I really appreciate the fact that you care about me," George whispered. "But I have to-"
"No. I'm not letting you do this," Elliot growled.
"You won't let me?" George repeated indignantly. "Elliot, I love you. But this is going a bit far."
"I'm going too far because I don't want you to go near that psycho and let him hurt you again?" Elliot asked incredulously.
"No, but I'm an adult, Elliot. This isn't about you letting me do anything," George replied.
"Fine! How about this, then; I'll watch you go talk to that freak, even though just seeing him behind a mirror nearly gave you a panic attack, and he spent the whole time in interrogation bragging about what he did and saying how much he liked hurting you. I'll just sit back and let you walk into that disaster. Any other stupid risks you want to take? Maybe you want to call Matthew Brodus up for a reunion?"
George stepped back and shook his head. "Elliot, I'm sorry, but there's no reasoning with him. I have to do this. Otherwise he'll kill people, and you know I can't let that happen- even though I'd rather I never have to see him again."
Elliot bit his lip. Tears formed in his eyes. "What I said was uncalled for. You're just trying to do what's right. I'm sorry, George. I just… I need to protect you. You're as important to me as my kids and I'd go to the same lengths for you."
"It's okay. And I'm glad that you care enough to want to protect me- it feels nice and you make me feel safer than anyone else can. And I'm glad I'm family to you, because you are to me too. I love you," George whispered. He stroked Elliot's cheek and wiped some of his tears away. "It's okay," he repeated.
Elliot couldn't believe that he was the one crying and George was the one reassuring him, given their positions. "I love you," Elliot whispered. He pulled George in by his waist and kissed him. George wrapped his arms around Elliot's neck, mostly for balance, and relaxed into the kiss. Elliot moved a hand to George's chest. George's heart was beating almost as fast as his was, he noted. George was more afraid than he'd put in words- but he was going to do this anyway.
Elliot pulled away and looked at George carefully, taking in the fear, determination, and love. He sighed and glanced at the clock, hardly able to believe how much time had passed. He wanted to say something- anything- to George, but he couldn't get the words to form. He looked around the room again. The tension was almost a part of the room.
George spoke first. "I love you, Elliot. Thank you for protecting me. I can't say in words how much I appreciate it. I wish I could just ignore him, but I can't, I absolutely cannot, take the risk of other people being hurt. It hurt so much knowing that there was another victim after me. I don't want anyone else to go through what I did, now that I know what it feels like."
Elliot swallowed visibly and looked into the interrogation room. It was empty at the moment, but Keyes would be lead in there soon.
He mulled George's words over. George's endless compassion felt almost like a curse. It was a large part of what made him the person he was, the person Elliot loved so much, but it was also leading him into a situation neither of them needed. He remembered the condition George had been found in. George looked healthier now; his skin had regained a bit of color, and the cuts and bruises were certainly better than the photos showed. But the pain, depression, and panic were as visible on George's face- possibly more so- as the determination and love Elliot had seen.
He finally managed to vocalize his thoughts. "I just wish someone else- anyone else- could talk to him. You're the kindest person I know… you didn't deserve what happened to you. You definitely don't deserve to have to see him ever again. You're too good for that. I wish I could stop that bastard from toying with you."
George gave a forced smile. "I wish that, too. And thank you." He leaned in for another kiss.
The door began to open. George pulled out of their compromising position just before Cragen and Alex walked in. Elliot also managed to hide his tears before they saw them and got suspicious.
"Are you ready, doc?" Cragen asked in an almost fatherly voice.
George looked into the interrogation room and saw Keyes being lead back in. He took in every detail of the room and of Keyes. The room was plain and intimidating, cold and without any details. Keyes matched it perfectly. George could almost feel the cold radiating off of Keyes.
After a moment, he turned around and looked at Cragen, Alex, and Elliot. Cragen looked concerned, Alex looked worried, tapping her foot slightly to release the anxiety she felt. Elliot looked panicked and slightly angry; he looked ready to attack anyone he thought was a threat to George.
George knew, of course, that he could back out. It would be so simple; he just had to say no. Elliot would guide him home, and they'd call some feds to send a bodyguard for a week or so until they knew George was safe and not being targeted again.
But there were other potential victims he had to think about. Even if they didn't go after him again, they could very well go after others. He touched a cut under his sleeve, letting his sense of touch connect with his thoughts. The rough, jagged knife they used hadn't posed any danger, but it had caused so much pain. It went with their profile that Keyes and the others would simply let their victims dehydrate; it was a final blow, to make it as slow as possible.
He couldn't let the torture that had happened to him, or the death that had nearly come about, happen to anyone else. He wanted to say no; he wanted to go back into Elliot's arms, but he couldn't back out. He forced himself to nod and say "Yeah. I'm ready."
"Okay then," Cragen said awkwardly. They stood in silence for a moment before George walked into the interrogation room.
Elliot bit his lip. He just knew something was going to happen, and he couldn't stop it. He turned and looked at the wall, pretending to be interested in the poster that hung there, before he managed to get himself under control and watch the interrogation. George looked as terrified as Elliot felt.
All he could do was hope nothing would happen.
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