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Author's note: sorry I went off the grid for a while, I was working undercover for the CIA…here's a story that would be great for a season premiere of season 14! Lotsa drama, not really EO, but Elliot's in it! Here we go…
Olivia is making coffee in her kitchen, and is taking a sip from her mug when the phone rings. An automated voice says: "Olivia Benson, you are scheduled to receive alerts about the status of prisoner 100342: Lowell Harris. This prisoner has been released on parole and"-She didn't hear the rest of the message, because both the phone and the coffee cup slipped to the floor, the mug shattering against the tiles. Some of the ceramic shards flew into her bare feet, but she didn't even flinch. Olivia just stood there, breathing heavily as the reality of the situation slowly set in. How could this happen? She, herself, had arrested him, but even that feeling of power over him didn't stop the nightmares or flashbacks or feelings of absolute terror when she even looked at prison bars. Fortunately, they had all stopped when she got counseling, but they all came rushing back to her now. It wasn't until she felt the warm, sticky liquid run down her forehead that she realized she had fallen to the floor, her head hitting the broken mug, and she was curled up into a ball, screaming in utter agony. The sobs that racked her entire body were those that could not be healed with a thousand stiches, but were so painful they came from the darkest part of her mind, a place she had tried to wall off completely. Images of the worst victims she had ever seen flashed in her mind's eye, girls that had been tortured ruthlessly, little kids abused by their family members, but worst of all, she saw…herself. She categorized herself as a victim now, and that was something she never wanted to think about. Olivia couldn't manage pull herself together whatsoever, so she did the only thing she could. Her fingers pressed the numbers so effortlessly she could have dialed them in her sleep. The phone rang only once, and someone picked up. "Elliot?" she choked. "I…I need your help."
Author's note: please review! Also I'm always open to suggestions, criticisms, etc. I'll try to post the next chapter soon, maybe tomorrow, depends on how many reviews I get ;)