Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All characters belong to Dick Wolf, I just like to occasionally borrow them and play. :)
Author's Note: This is my first story, so it's not great. Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors. Hope you enjoy!
Olivia Benson has had the week from hell. It all started when William Lewis kidnapped her, and ended when the Grand Jury couldn't agree on an indictment. She was free to continue working. During the week she had time to think. She had time to go over her life and assess her choices. She missed out on getting married, having a family. She has seen so many people die, but that's what happens in this line of work. She has seen people come and go from the unit. Cassidy, Jefferies, Briscoe, Munch, Cragen, Elliot… That's the one she can't get over. It was always him, in everything she did. He always looked out for her, comforted her when she needed it, believed her when no one else did. When he left it drove her crazy. She tried getting in contact with him, but he never answered he calls, texts, and emails. It was like he fell off the face of the planet.
Right now though she misses him, like the desert misses the rain. She wanted to know where he was. She wanted to know that he was ok. She wanted to be where he was. Sometimes if she imagined hard enough she could hear him telling her that if she closed her eyes, took his hand and believed, she would be there with him. Those were days like today.
She just needed him. She called that number she thought she would never call again. She didn't think that anyone would answer.
"Hello" came a gruff from the other line
She gasped very audibly, he had answered.
"Hello?" came the voice again, that's when she realized that she hadn't answered him.
"El…" she said her voiced filled with tears.
"Liv" he automatically knew that voice, he could go 20 years without actually hearing it, and still know who that voice belonged to.
"El, I need you" she was now crying. Elliot knew then and there that this was important. Olivia Benson didn't cry, and if she did then it must be serious.
"I'm on my way" he told her, and he hung up. She texted him the address, because he didn't know that she had moved.
About a half an hour later, she heard a knock on her door. She got up and she knew who it was. As soon as she had opened the door, they were in each other's embrace.
"I'm glad you're back" she said, remembering the phrase from one of their last cases together.
He remembered that moment like it was yesterday.
"I should have come back sooner."