Well, there's not much I can say about this story without giving too much away, but Olivia has a gets a boyfriend, and after a while, her friends begin to have a bad feeling about him.
POV: Elliot.

Secrets
Chapter 1

"Hey El. This is Tommy." I remember when Liv happily introduced me to Thomas Boyd, some guy she met when she, Alex, and Casey had gone to a bar the night before.

I shook his hand, thinking he looked like an all right guy, and I'm usually a good judge of character – usually. I should have known. Something was kind of off about him. I couldn't tell you exactly what it was, but it was something. Being my normal selfish self, I shook it off, thinking Olivia would realize it soon enough. She is a smart woman and she usually picks up on things quicker than I do. Besides, I was too busy worrying about my now ex-wife, Kathy.

Now, it's about three and a half weeks later and I look at Olivia who has just walked into the precinct. I stand up to give her a hug, like I usually do, but I stop myself. Something is wrong. Her eyes are wide and she is covered in cuts and bruises. It is almost four in the morning, and the only reason I was still there was I had stayed up all night working on the Katie Smith case – a 12-year-old girl who got beaten molested– and I found a strong lead. Olivia sits down at her desk. Why is she here?

"What's wrong Liv?" My voice is full of concern.

"N-nothing. I just came to finish some paperwork before everyone got here." She looks at the ground.

I walk over to her, placing my right hand on her left shoulder. She flinches, so I remove my hand. I look at her again. This time the detective in me notices things I didn't originally see – her messy hair, her smeared makeup, and her torn and dirty clothes that are covered in blood. "Liv, what happened?"

"Nothing. I just – I fell. It's nothing," she lies. It's the most common lie in the book.

"Liv, why can't you tell me?" I try to make eye contact, but she avoids my eyes. This isn't like her. Something is seriously wrong.

"Nothing happened! I just fell! Why can't you believe that?" Her voice is more defensive then usual.

Liv walks over to the lockers. I follow her.

"Elliot, leave me alone," she tells me as she opens her locker.

"Not until you tell me what really happened," I stand in front of her locker. I can be just as stubborn as her.

"Nothing happened! God dammit, Elliot! Why can't you just leave me alone?" Olivia pushes me to her right. I watch her as she grabs the extra pair of clothes and a white towel she has in her locker and slam the door closed. "I'm going to take my shower and get cleaned up before everyone here."

She walks to the showers and again, I follow. Olivia sets her clothes and towel on one of the benches. She looks at me and sighs, realizing I am not going anywhere. She takes off her shirt and reveals a giant, bloody gash on the center of her chest, surrounded by smaller cuts and bruises. Her left bra strap is torn and hanging at her side.

"You know I have to get naked to take a shower, right?" She tries to sound like her normal sarcastic self, but it is fake. She sounds defeat.

I sigh. I don't want her to feel uncomfortable, but I need to know what happened. I don't know what to say, so I look at her.

"I'd kind of prefer not to be watched while I take my shower. Especially by you." She instantly regrets what she said. "I'm sorry Elliot. I shouldn't have snapped at you. It's just… I want to be alone right now."

"Liv, I just want to know what happened. You know you can tell me." I get up and take a step towards her. She takes two steps back.

"Whatever." She tries to make it sound like she doesn't care whether or not I am there, but I can tell she is self-conscious. She takes off her pants and more scratches and bruises are visible. She looks at me and her eyes follow to where I'm staring: the middle of her left thigh that is mostly covered by a big, dark purple bruise.

I realize I'm staring and look into her eyes. "Liv-"

"Would you please leave?" she pleads. How can I say no to that?

I nod. "You know where to find me." I begin walking out of the room. Once I'm in the doorway, I look at her one last time. She is looking at all of the marks that are covering her body. She stops and looks at me. I give her a small smile and close the door to the showers. I lean against the cold, hard door and sigh. The shower starts and I swear I can hear Liv crying.