This came to me in a dream awhile back. Yes, Danielle here has the most RANDOM dreams. It's almost scary. My dad wants me to see a dream analyzer some time because of it.

Anyway, yes, this was my dream. It seemed so real. I was pretty sad when I woke up, only to realize that I wasn't watching SVU; I was laying in my bed, asleep.

Disclaimer: The dream is mine, just not the characters.

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"Olivia? Olivia where are you?" Elliot asked, wandering around the unknown area. He shivered. God, it's so cold. Where the hell am I anyway?

A faint sound filled Elliot's ears. "Olivia?" He walked toward the sound. Light suddenly replaced the sound. Elliot stopped. "What the hell?" The place became bright. Elliot squinted as he realized where he was- in an igloo. "How did I get in a damn igloo?"

Elliot continued to walk around, exploring the igloo. The sound suddenly returned. "Olivia? Liv? Liv, answer me, please."

Something stood out from the corner of his eye. It was a box of some sort. He rushed over to the box, careful not to slip on any ice.

As he got closer, he noticed two doors on the box.

"Olivia?" he said, knocking lightly. He opened the door, then quickly shut it, realizing that it contained boiling oil. He opened the second door more cautiously. "Oh my God. Olivia!"

There was little space where Olivia was. She was leaning against the wall of the box, weak. There was blood all around. "El...?" she barely managed.

"God, Liv. No. Hang in there. I'm going to help you out." He reached for her. "Olivia, give me your hand."

"Tired," she responded.

"I know. But stay awake for me." Elliot grabbed her upper arms and managed to pull her out of the box. He wrapped his arms around her. "God, I'm so glad you're with me now."

"Guy... shoulder... shot me... then hit me... with... with the... door," she explained, gasping for breath.

Elliot pulled off his jacket and balled it up, pressing it to her shoulder. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here. And we're going to figure out a way to get out of here... any idea how we got here anyway?"

"No."

"I don't understand. How can you be in New York one minute, then in Alaska or something the next? Did the perp really lead us this far and we lost track? Or are we both having the same dream or something? I wonder if that's ever happened before-"

"El?"

"I've heard it can happen. I just don't see how-"

"El?"

"-it could, because it's two separate people in two separate places, unless, of course they live together and sleep in the same bed. Then again, they can sleep in the same-"

"El?"

"-bed and not be living together-"

Olivia silenced him by kissing him, using all the strength she had. Without thinking, Elliot reached up and ran his fingers through her hair.

They pulled apart. "What was that?" Elliot asked.

"Just in case..." Olivia responded before slumping over his shoulder, weakened.

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I actually woke up at the part where Olivia kissed him. I just decided to add the rest to make it a little more interesting.