"See you tomorrow Liv," said Elliot.
"Bye. Have a good night," replied Olivia.
Olivia walked out of the squadroom and down the street to the bus stop. Before she reached it, however, a loud bang startled her. Before she could turn around and defend herself, she felt a sharp blow on the back of her head. Olivia dropped to the ground but kept her eyes open, trying to see who had hurt her. After a few minutes, Olivia felt another sharp blow on her back that was quickly followed by another blow to her stomach. As Olivia bent forward, she felt someone drag her to her feet.
"Who are you?" asked Olivia.
"None of your business Detective Benson. Let's just say I'm your worst nightmare," answered Olivia's attacker.
Before another word could be said, the guy that had started to attack Olivia dropped his pants. Olivia didn't want to be raped and she tried to get away. The attacker pulled his pants back up, picked up a piece of wood and chased Olivia. She made it to the end of the street before the attacker caught up to her. The attacker lifted the wood and hit Olivia across the back of her head.
Suddenly, the attacker dropped the wood and ran. Olivia could hear laughter coming from the other side of the street and she knew that they had scared off the attacker. Olivia slowly got to her feet and looked around. She couldn't see anyone. Olivia looked in front of her and saw that she was only a block away from the squadroom.
Within a few minutes, Olivia had reached the front of the NYPD building. She was out of breath and was sore. Black spots had started to form at the corners of her vision. Olivia pulled the door open and staggered into the building. Silently grateful that she didn't meet anyone, Olivia walked to the elevator and pressed the button to go up. A few seconds later, the elevator doors opened and Olivia hit the button for the fifth floor, hoping that Elliot hadn't left yet.
When the doors opened, Olivia stumbled out and headed toward the squadroom. She could see her partner at his desk.
"Elliot," said Olivia. Her voice was somewhat dimmer than usual.
Elliot looked up at the sound of his name and gasped. He rushed over to his partner who was slumped against the wall. Her eyes were barely open but she was still awake.
"Liv, who did this?" asked Elliot as he helped her over to the seat next to his desk.
"I don't know," said Olivia. She looked up into her partner's eyes.
"Okay, it's okay. You'll be alright. I promise." At that point, a door quietly shut behind them. Cragen turned around and the files that had been in his hands dropped to the floor.
Cragen pulled out his phone and dialled 911 as he ran over to his two best detectives.
"What happened?" asked Cragen.
"I don't know. She left about ten minutes ago. She walked in here a moment ago covered in blood and looking like she was about to pass out," answered Elliot as he lifted a glass of water to Olivia's lips.
"Do you want to go to the hospital with her?"
"Yeah. I may as well. Olivia's the only woman that truly cares about me. Kathy left me and took the kids. I'm alone now. Besides, going to my apartment means that I'll most likely smash some things in anger."
Cragen nodded and bent down next to Olivia. During their quick conversation, neither of the guys had noticed that Olivia had slid out of her seat slightly.