A/N: I decided to try something new. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue!! I own nothing!!
"Hey, we just got our guy on the Miller case, can this wait?" Olivia asked her Captain, when she was requested to see him in his office.
"Close the door"
Olivia walks in confused, "What?"
"Sit down, Olivia"
Olivia shut the door and walked further in to her Captain's office.
"What?"
"Really, I think you should sit down"
"Well, just tell me what's going on" Olivia asked nervously with her hands in her pockets.
"Your mother had an accident…. I am so sorry. She didn't make it"
"How?" Olivia asked with unshed tears.
"She fell down the subway steps, 110th and Boardway" Captain Cragen told his detective, nearly crying himself.
"My mother never takes the subway"
Cragen sighed. "The enterance outside The Velvet Room"
"She was drunk?"
Cragen nodded and Olivia let a tear fall.
Olivia left Cragen's office in shock and left the precinct. On the way home, she went and bought a big bottle of Vodka and sat on the couch crying and drinking. She couldn't believe that her mother had been taken away from her so soon.
That night, Olivia had drunk about ¾ of the Vodka, when she was interrupted by the phone ringing, she let the answer machine pick it, and she didn't feel like talking. But the person on the other end was persistent and called again. She answered.
"Benson" she answered trying to sound normal.
"Hey Liv. I…Um… Heard about your mother. How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine" she replied slurring but ended up sobbing harder.
"Liv, are you drunk?" he asked concerned.
"No…Of course not" she slurred.
"Liv…."
"No Elliot, I just wanna be left alone" she cried and hung up.
She walked in to her bathroom and looked in the mirror, hating what she saw. "Life is so unfair!" she yelled out to no-one as she slammed her hand in to the mirror. It broke with a big smashing noise. Bits of the mirror sat in the sink, just shining up at her.
After just staring at the broken mirror for a few moments, she grabbed a big, sharp shard of it and sat on the edge of the bath tub, thinking.
She stood up again and lowered her pants, just low enough to see her inner left thigh before sitting back on the edge of the bath. She sat staring at the glass in her hand before taking it to her thigh and cut a long line. She winced at the pain, but she felt a bit better. Olivia decided to cut the word 'pain' in to her thigh, she'd just carved the letter 'P' when she was now interrupted by a knock at her front door, followed by a very familiar voice. "Liv"
It was Elliot.
"Shit" she cursed as she grabbed a towel and wiped away the blood on her thigh.
"Liv!" Elliot called out, sounding very concerned.
"Coming!" she finally called back as she pulled her pants back up.
She opened the door and saw a very concerned Elliot standing there.
"Can I come in?"
Olivia sighed. "Sure" she replied before remembering the almost empty bottle of Vodka sitting on her coffee table.
Elliot saw it and picked it up. "No wonder, you sounded drunk earlier"
Olivia shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, so? I can mourn my mother's death by getting drunk if I want" she started to walk away, but Elliot grabbed her arm.
She tried to release herself from his grip, but he was too strong for her.
"Let me the fuck go, Elliot. And leave"
"Liv, I worried about ---" he started to say, but Olivia stopped him.
"No, I don't wanna hear it. Leave me alone"
Elliot sighed and nodded. "I'll see you at work tomorrow" and he left.
The next morning, Elliot walked in to the squad room at 7:30 sharp, hoping to fid Olivia sitting at her desk, but she wasn't there. He started to worry even more for his grieving partner.
He sat waiting until Cragen came out at 9am.
"Elliot, Fin, go to Mercy General and see a 13 year old victim. Her name is Cassie Brant"
"Hang on a second, Captain. Where the hell is Liv?"
"She called in sick about an hour ago"
"I don't think she's sick"
"What do you mean?" Cragen asked slightly confused.
"I went to her apartment last night and she was acting very strange"
Cragen sighed. "Go check on her again tonight on your way home"
Elliot nodded.
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That night straight after work, Elliot drove to Olivia's apartment building. He got out of his car and looked up at her window and noticed that all her lights were off, but her car was in her parking spot.
"That's odd, she can't be asleep, it's only 7:30pm" he thought as he ran up the stairs to Olivia's floor.
He got to the door and knocked. But received no answer, He was now officially worried.
A/N: Please let me know, if you want this to continue for a few chapters, if not, it will be dumped!!