It was 8:00 pm on a freezing December night with blizzard conditions when Olivia got to her apartment for the night. She had a tough day at work, bickering with Amaro and finishing a very emotional case. She had stress and emotions all around her all day and just wanted to relax. She changed into her black sweat pants and a grey NYPD crewneck. Brian was working third shift so Olivia decided to just have a little time for herself.
A bottle of Chardonnay she and Brian received from the house warming party was just collecting dust in the cupboard she remembered and decided to crack open the bottle and have a glass to unwind from the day she just made her way to the refrigerator and picked through her expired leftovers finding nothing really appetizing or even edible. She really didn't feel like cooking after the stressful day she had just had, so she took only her glass of wine and made herself comfortable on her couch. She turned the television on and tuned into an episode of American Horror Story.
Ten minutes into the episode, something brought her out of her engrossment in the show. The small picture she had framed next to the television had caught her eyes. She stared indefinitely at that picture her emotions and desires washed over sighed.
"I wish I could just talk to you. Tell you everything. Have you in my life again."
Her eyes began to get moist and she snapped out of it cursing to left her wine glass on the table, turned off the television and decided to call it a desperately needed a good night's sleep after the day she just had.
It was 12:06 am when she got the call.
"Olivia Benson?"
"Yes this is she."
"Hello, I'm Officer Clark with the NYPD. I picked up a guy on the side of the road screaming your name tonight. He isn't wearing anything but a pair of jeans, no shoes and no shirt on a winter night. I tried talking to him but he seems much disoriented. He will not tell me his name, all he will say is Olivia."
"Okay, just bring him to the station, I'll be there in 20 minutes," she sighed.
20 minutes later, she steps into the elevator and rubs her hands together after just coming out of the cold. The elevator stops and she walks into the station to find Officer Clark. She spotted Clark.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey, Olivia. I have the confused man waiting in the interrogating room for you."
"Okay, thanks. He still won't say anything else?"
"Nope. Just Olivia."
She nods, bites her lip, and walked away. She finds the station to be much more quiet and peaceful at this time of night. Maybe she should switch to the graveyard shift she thought. She thinks as she walks to the interrogation room how much different and normal her life might have been if she wasn't a detective. She loves helping victims and getting perverts of the street too much though she concluded.
As she walked through the dim lit hallway to the interrogation room, a picture of him appeared in her mind. She didn't know why but it made her stop closed her eyes and snapped out of it and advanced to the two sided mirrored interrogation room.
It was dark inside the normally used interrogation room so she checked the other rooms for sight of the confused didn't see anything and was about to turn around to find Officer Clark when she saw a dark figure in one of the interrogation room.
She squinted through the mirror to see the figure was curled into a ball shaking in the hesitated at the door firmly grasped the cool brass door handle and before turning the handle, she let out a sigh full of , she opened the door to the interrogation room and examined the shirtless man just wearing a pair of jeans curled in the corner.
She noticed he had a tattoo on his upper arm. The more carefully she looked at the tattoo, the more familiar it became to eyes widened, she started to shake and could barely breathe.
"Elliot?" she whispered in disbelief.