A/N: I've started another new story...I have a short attention span. Lol! This chapter is for Veiled Obsessions, thanks for your help! Please read and review.

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The detectives had been working for seventy-three hours straight, trying to find an abducted seven year old girl named Dakota Messing. The little red haired, hazel eyes girl with freckles and pink rimmed glasses was wearing a little white dress with yellow flowers when she was abducted from her front yard. Her mother had gone inside to answer the telephone and when she returned five minutes later, young Dakota was gone.

Olivia threw her blue inked pen in anger. "We'll never find her before the bastard ends up killing her." She growled in frustration and exhaustion.

"We have to keep going under the assumption that she is still alive, Olivia! You know that!" He yelled in equal frustration and exhaustion.

Olivia stood up. She was moody as hell; she hadn't slept in four days since she'd been called in for a case twelve hours before this one had started.

"Screw you!" She yelled tiredly in his face, pointing at him with her right index finger.

"Get the hell out of my face!" He pushed her frame back, eyes tired.

Cragen overheard the commotion and stormed out of his office.

"Benson! Go to the rooftop and get some fresh air. Stabler, my office!"

Olivia nodded and stumbled tiredly up to the rooftop, and Elliot went in to Captain Cragen's office.

"Take a seat, Elliot." Cragen said softly as he closed the office door.

He took a seat behind his desk and looked sadly at the exhausted detective sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk.

"Elliot, why did you do that to her? You know that she's still grieving the loss of her fiancé. She loved Gavin and was actually so close to her dream of getting married. She was there when he died, Elliot. You know that."

Elliot looked down at his black work shoes and sighed. He hadn't meant to go off at Olivia. He was frustrated and exhausted, just like she was, and he just wasn't thinking straight.

Gavin Spencer, her fiancé, died in a car accident just four weeks before she'd been burying herself in work. She'd force herself to work fourteen hour shifts. Olivia would be the first detective in, in the morning and the last to leave at night.

Elliot, Cragen, Fin and Munch were all very worried about her but she being her stubborn, independent self, kept insisting that she was fine and coping with Gavin's death. They knew her well enough to know that she was far from fine.

Elliot looked up at his superior again and got up out of the chair. "I'm going to go talk to her."

Cragen picked up his pen and nodded. "Good idea."

Elliot walked out of the captain's office and headed up to the rooftop to apologize to his best friend.

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Elliot opened the rooftop door and stepped out, looking for the beautiful and still-weary detective. He couldn't find her until something caught his eye. He walked around the air conditioner vent and gasped in shock.

"Liv!" He ran over to her unconscious body and kneeled down beside her. He found her pulse and sighed before feeling her forehead, gasping at the heat that was radiating off her body.

Elliot grabbed out his cell phone and dialled 9-1-1.

"...Please state your emergency."

"This is Detective Elliot Stabler of the 16th precinct. I need an ambulance at the 1-6 immediately. Unconscious detective on the rooftop; she's scorching to the touch." He was panicking as he spoke.

"Hang tight, sir. An ambulance has responded to the call and should be there in a few minutes."

"Thanks." Elliot said and snapped his cell phone shut before putting it in to his coat pocket.

Elliot gently placed Olivia's head in his lap and brushed back her hair out of her face. "Wake up, Liv. Wake up." He murmured.

Olivia's eyes fluttered but didn't open. "Wha-What happened, El?" She asked disorientated.

Elliot looked down and noticed that her eyes were still closed but she was awake.

"I don't know, 'Livia. I came out here and found you unconscious here on the ground. You've got a nasty gash on the side of your head. What's the last thing you remember?"

Olivia opened her eyes and looked up in to Elliot's azure blue eyes. "Coming up here to cool off. I was looking down at the busy street below and then I started to feel dizzy and hot...then everything went black." She explained.

The EMTs came from the elevator with Captain Cragen in tow, panicking.

"You alright, Liv?" He asked as a young brown haired male EMT looked her over.

Olivia rubbed her forehead. She had a throbbing, pulsing headache. "Fine." She muttered, but Cragen knew that she was lying.

The EMTs went to lift her on to the gurney which was lowered but Olivia stopped them.

"I'm fine." She insisted, fists clenching at the idea of sterile white floors and itchy sheets.

"Ma'am, you need to go to the hospital."

"I'll come with you, Liv." Elliot said, trying to bargain with her. Anything to get her checked out; that fateful discovery of her prone form almost sent him into cardiac arrest.

Olivia sighed and nodded. "Ok." She whispered and got on to the gurney herself.

She laid down and the male EMT put the gurney up again before they took the elevator down to the ground where they put her in the back of the ambulance.

"Keep me updated, Elliot." Cragen said as Elliot got in to the back as well.

Elliot nodded and closed the door.

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By the time she came to, the headache she had suffered through was disappearing. Holding herself upright, she glances at the man in the corner of her room, dozing after the long days they were subjected to. Almost instantaneously, the blue eyes open, and concern floods his face.

"Olivia?" He asks.

"Hey, Elliot. Sorry for scaring you up there." She says softly.

"Don't worry about it." He says with a tight smile. "Just don't faint on me again anytime soon, you hear?"

"Yeah, I hear you." Her eyes flutter closed, but she hears the familiar footsteps of a doctor.

"Ms. Benson. So sorry to have to see you again so soon." The doctor says quietly.

"Jennifer?" She gasps with recognition.

Elliot hesitantly pipes up, "Do you know her, Olivia?"

"Yeah." She says quietly, eyes sad. "Meet Dr. Jennifer Simms, my late fiancé's surgeon."