A/n For those who have been keeping up with my work and leaving such nice
reviews thanks a million. It boosts my confidence. I've decided to write a
partner story to go with For Her Best Interest. This one's from Olivia's
POV.
Betrayed
"Don't touch me!" Olivia snapped as Elliot took her gun from her. He had hurt her deeply by going behind her back and ordering the protective detail. She glared at him for a second before walking out of the apartment where she had shot Eric Plummer twice in the chest. Never mind that she had saved a woman, she still killed him. He had said there weren't any bullets in his gun, so why didn't she believe him? Shaking her head, she tried to leave the building, only to run into George Huang.
"Olivia? What happened? Are you okay?" Huang asked her, evaluating her carefully. He was the FBI's psychiatrist that worked with the SVU. He was used to these people and he had a great deal of respect for each member. Olivia shook her head. "No. I'm not going to let you shrink me again. Not this time. You want to talk to me, you're going to have report me and do it yourself." She snapped and walked off. Inside, she was deeply ashamed of herself. How could he possibly know that she just shot Plummer? He was just trying to look out for her, as Elliot was.
George watched her retreating figure and sighed. Looking inside to the area where Plummer had held the hostages, he saw blood and guessed what happened. Staring after Olivia, he decided that she shouldn't be alone. "Elliott." He called softly, drawing the detective aside. "I think you should go check on Olivia It's not good for her to be alone with the guilt." Huang said softly, trying to keep the conversation just between the two of them. Elliot shook his head. "I know but she won't talk to me. Because I'm part of the problem."
Olivia slammed the door of her car and threw the car into reverse. Looking in the rearview mirror, she saw Elliot wave to her, trying to get her attention. Habit almost had her pulling over to wait for him, until she remembered how much he had hurt her. "No way Stabler." She said softly to herself as she pulled away. His figure faded from the mirror as she put distance between herself and her hurts. Spying a bar, she pulled over and got out.
Feeling alone, she walked inside and ordered one beer. "Just one. Just to numb the pain. Then I'll go home." She said softly to herself as she noticed Fin and Munch enter the bar and walk over to her. Picking up the beer, she threw three bucks at the bartender and walked off before they could get close enough to talk to her. Fin watched her go with a sad look. John actually started after her when a voice held him back. "Let her go guys." Turning around, they nodded to Cragen and sat down to drink with him. He never got drunk, always drinking soda when they went to the bar.
When she got home, Olivia dropped onto her couch and stared outside as it began to rain. A few teardrops fell from her eyes as she contemplated the IAB investigation that would take place. She didn't react at all when the phone rang, or even when thirty minutes later Elliot knocked on the door. Nor did she react or respond to his muffled shouts through the door.
All she could feel was regret and sorrow. And betrayal.
Betrayed
"Don't touch me!" Olivia snapped as Elliot took her gun from her. He had hurt her deeply by going behind her back and ordering the protective detail. She glared at him for a second before walking out of the apartment where she had shot Eric Plummer twice in the chest. Never mind that she had saved a woman, she still killed him. He had said there weren't any bullets in his gun, so why didn't she believe him? Shaking her head, she tried to leave the building, only to run into George Huang.
"Olivia? What happened? Are you okay?" Huang asked her, evaluating her carefully. He was the FBI's psychiatrist that worked with the SVU. He was used to these people and he had a great deal of respect for each member. Olivia shook her head. "No. I'm not going to let you shrink me again. Not this time. You want to talk to me, you're going to have report me and do it yourself." She snapped and walked off. Inside, she was deeply ashamed of herself. How could he possibly know that she just shot Plummer? He was just trying to look out for her, as Elliot was.
George watched her retreating figure and sighed. Looking inside to the area where Plummer had held the hostages, he saw blood and guessed what happened. Staring after Olivia, he decided that she shouldn't be alone. "Elliott." He called softly, drawing the detective aside. "I think you should go check on Olivia It's not good for her to be alone with the guilt." Huang said softly, trying to keep the conversation just between the two of them. Elliot shook his head. "I know but she won't talk to me. Because I'm part of the problem."
Olivia slammed the door of her car and threw the car into reverse. Looking in the rearview mirror, she saw Elliot wave to her, trying to get her attention. Habit almost had her pulling over to wait for him, until she remembered how much he had hurt her. "No way Stabler." She said softly to herself as she pulled away. His figure faded from the mirror as she put distance between herself and her hurts. Spying a bar, she pulled over and got out.
Feeling alone, she walked inside and ordered one beer. "Just one. Just to numb the pain. Then I'll go home." She said softly to herself as she noticed Fin and Munch enter the bar and walk over to her. Picking up the beer, she threw three bucks at the bartender and walked off before they could get close enough to talk to her. Fin watched her go with a sad look. John actually started after her when a voice held him back. "Let her go guys." Turning around, they nodded to Cragen and sat down to drink with him. He never got drunk, always drinking soda when they went to the bar.
When she got home, Olivia dropped onto her couch and stared outside as it began to rain. A few teardrops fell from her eyes as she contemplated the IAB investigation that would take place. She didn't react at all when the phone rang, or even when thirty minutes later Elliot knocked on the door. Nor did she react or respond to his muffled shouts through the door.
All she could feel was regret and sorrow. And betrayal.
