Another Special Victim

Chapter One

Olivia saw her front door opened a little bit. She walked in cautiously with her hand resting on the gun at her hip. She had good reason to be worried.

"Hey, Liv."

Olivia turned around to see Elliot sitting in her armchair. She sighed in relief. She was afraid it was, well, someone else, yet she was still scared of Elliot. Not for the same reason she was scared of the other person, but she might even say right now she was even more scared of Elliot than the other guy. More than "him."

"Elliot? What are you doing here? Is something wrong, we just got off shift an hour ago?" Olivia asked wondering how he beat her here.

"You've been back from the FBI for a month now, right?"

"Yeah," Olivia said. Elliot's heart sank. She was avoiding his gaze and he knew she was lying. Olivia couldn't look at him. She was madly in love with him but left him for the FBI. Then there was "him" when she got back.

"You know," Elliot started clearly hurt, "I had an interesting talk with Cragen today. He said you've been back in New York for at least a month before you actually came back to SVU. So, Olivia, why didn't I see you until you started work again? I thought our friendship was better than that. I thought you cared about us a little more than that."

The words stung. Olivia stood glued to the spot. She opened her mouth to respond, but Elliot stood up and cut her off.

"What happened, Liv? You kept leaving and coming back, but then you left and well, you didn't come back. I was so upset and I tried to get over it then, once again, you came back. I admit, I wasn't easy to deal with when you came back the last time. I was angry, but I eventually let it go. Let you back in my life. I trusted you again, but now I don't even know what to say. Why didn't you come see me, or at least pick up the damn phone, Olivia."

"El, I don't know why. I-"

"I think you do know why. I just wish that I knew," he said sadly and walked out of the room. Olivia slowly closed the door after him. She rested her head on the door.

I know what it was. I'm scared, weak, and," she thought, "Jealous." She lifted her head up. She had heard the last word out loud, but didn't think she said it, only thought it. She slowly turned her head towards the armchair where there was a shadow cast over the face of "him".

"Hi, Liv," this time it was "him".