Disclaimer: I don't own SVU, unfortunately! It belongs to...the guy that it belongs to now. I don't remember his name. Whatever. Point is, it doesn't belong to me! No characters belong to me except...except somebody you have to find out about...!

AN: REPOSTED! It was previously called Confidential but I changed the name due to some big changes I've made to it. I'm pretty happy with what I've got so far and I'm planning on having this go a lot different than you think it's going to go, so if you think that this is going to be a story similar to a lot of other stories on here, think again! I hope you enjoy reading this because I enjoyed writing it!

"Olivia's been in a car accident. She's unconscious. Let's go," Cragen shouted to Elliot, pulling on his jacket and grabbing his keys. When Elliot heard the words come out of Cragen's mouth, his heart skipped a beat and he wondered if she was okay. All he could think about was what she looked like, sitting in that car unconscious, and what she may have felt like.

He followed Cragen out into the parking lot, the world seeming hazy and disconcerting. He hopped in the passenger's seat and didn't bother to buckle his seat belt as Cragen took off.

"Who told you this? Where is she?" he asked.

"She's on an exit in Staten Island. Looks like a hit and run. The car was hit on the driver's side, Olivia was knocked unconscious, the other driver wasn't at the scene, must have fled."

"She's unconscious?" Elliot asked again.

"Yeah," Cragen answered.

The car ride to the crime scene was unbearable for Elliot. He wondered if she was okay, if she was even alive, if she had seen the person who hit her. When they finally got there, he saw that there were already police cars and an ambulance there. He hopped out of the car just in time to see some paramedics pulling Olivia into the ambulance. She was fastened to a blue stretcher, her head hanging slightly off of it and her eyes shut peacefully. She looked like she was simply sleeping happily. Elliot ran to the ambulance and hopped on with her. The paramedics stared at him.

"I'm her partner. She's an NYPD detective. I need to know if she's all right. I'm coming with you."

The paramedics nodded and shut the ambulance doors. One tall guy made Elliot sit down, rather than sit beside Olivia's stretcher and hold her hand like he wanted to.

Elliot didn't pay attention to them the whole ride to the hospital. He couldn't think about anything other than whether or not Olivia would be okay. He knew that every day she put her life at risk for the public's protection, but to die like this? It would be the worst thing that could ever happen to her. She had even told him once that she would be pissed if she didn't either die of natural causes or in the line of duty. Elliot knew that Olivia wouldn't be at peace if she died like this. She could not die like this. She wasn't going to, right?

When they got to the hospital, Elliot rushed down the hall with Olivia, but they made him get away from her. They made him stay in the hall while they worked on her and checked her out.

Elliot had waited for nearly two hours, and he had already consulted the nurses and doctors numerous times, but they'd all told him to just wait. Finally, a young nurse with blonde hair and big green eyes came out to talk to him.

"I'm her partner, Elliot Stabler."

The nurse nodded. "Miss Benson is going to be fine. She just needs some rest. There was no bleeding of the brain, not any serious concussions either. She was probably only unconscious because her brain was rattled during the wreck. She should remember everything okay; there wasn't any memory-loss problems. She had a small concussion, but a few contusions. The contusions aren't serious though. Her head will just be sore for awhile. She should be just fine," the blonde nurse explained, using her hands to make several gestures.

Elliot nodded thankfully, his heart and head relieved now that he knew that Olivia was going to be okay.

"Can I go see her?" he asked the nurse.

"Sure," she replied, nodding her head.

Elliot went to Olivia's room, trying as usual not to look like he was terrified that she'd been in a dangerous situation. "How are you feeling, Liv?" he asked as he walked in.

Olivia looked scared and upset. She wasn't answering him. She wasn't looking at him. She didn't even realize he was there.

"Liv? Hey. How are you feeling?" Elliot repeated.

Olivia's head snapped up. "Hm? I'm fine. Can I leave?" she asked, that frightened look still on her face.

"Uh...maybe...what's wrong?" Elliot asked, walking over to her bed and grabbing the white railing. He leaned over her, hoping to understand what was so obviously wrong with her.

"Nothing's wrong. I've got to go, though," she said.

"Why? Do you have somewhere to be?" he questioned.

Olivia looked away from him for a second, and then returned her gaze to him. "No, of course not. I never have somewhere to be. Why would you think that?" she asked, as though she were hurt.

Elliot was confused. What was going on? "I...wasn't trying to upset you. I just thought that maybe you had some plans or something because you want out of the hospital so bad."

Olivia thought about this for a minute, and then nodded. "All right. Great. Well, I need out of here. Now," she said, throwing the covers off and grabbing her clothes. She went behind the curtain and changed.

"Liv, I don't know for sure if they'll let you leave."

"I'm sure that they will. They have to," she replied from behind the curtain.

What the hell? Why was she acting like this? "No, they don't have to."

"Yes, they do," she responded.

"What the hell is going on?" Elliot finally asked.

Olivia yanked the curtain back and threw the night gown on the bed. She began to button up her pants, looking down at them. "Why would you think something's going on, Elliot? You're the one with something going on. I'm just ready to go home," she assured him.

He didn't belive this, of course, but he obviously wasn't getting much out of her. "All right. I'll take you home."

"No you won't. I'm leaving alone. Tell Cragen that I'll be gone for a few weeks because of the accident," she said, grabbing all of her stuff and flying out of the hospital before Elliot could get a chance to reply.

What had happened during that wreck? And why had she said she'd be gone from work for a few weeks? The Olivia he knew would have refused to miss any work at all after an accident like this. Yes, it was a bad accident, but she was okay. Normally, Olivia would have gone straight back to work and ignored any of their warnings to stay away. What was she not telling him?

Elliot ran out of the hospital, following Olivia. She spotted him and began to walk a lot faster, almost running. What was going on?

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