Elliot Stabler was sad. No, it was more than sad; it was heartbroken, he decided. Carefully lowing himself to sit on the bed, Elliot was unfocussed; not of clear mind. He kept replaying the gruesome scene over and over again. Cap had removed him from the crime scene less than thirty minutes ago. He didn't care; it was too much for the detective to handle anyway.
Flashes of red were everywhere; a sharp blade in the corner the cause. No steps could be taken in the tiny room without his shoes swimming in the crimson pools. Elliot shivered at the memory, barely registering his own shock.
One of the most beautiful women, and he had to admit that she was a woman, he had ever known was gone. Dead. Deceased. Soon to be pushing up daisies. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do now to prevent the hurt that this event would unleash. This sin was final. Elliot could never be whole again.
He knew what everyone would say: she was so young; she had so much left to do; they were so sorry. But those were all useless, hollow words that would not comfort. Her fragile body; skin drained of all color and eyes devoid of life. She looked so cold.
Elliot felt cold, numb inside. What would he do without her smile each morning; her ability to take his mind off of whatever case was at hand? He didn't know.
They were supposed to meet for coffee. A simple coffee. They'd both had a hard day and he wanted to lift her spirits. He became worried when she didn't show up and drove to her place, only to find that terrible mess. If only he could've gotten there sooner; if only he'd seen the danger she was in, maybe he could have helped. He tried the best he could; called the paramedics right away. He knew it was futile though; she already had no pulse.
Not a minute after the ambulance arrived did they call her time of death. She was gone. And now Elliot had to work up the courage to leave this important woman's room to tell the others. As time ticked by, it would only get harder.