Elliot sits at his desk, squinting at his paperwork, the morning sun seeping through the windows. He is exhausted and on top of that he couldn't sleep when he finally got up to the dark, but all too familiar crib the night before. This case, this damn case. It was eating him away. A five-year-old little boy, who had trusted and even admired his father, had been raped by him. HIS FATHER. He couldn't get those two words out of his head. Unfortunately, this was a typical day for a detective. An overworked, underpayed detective. He often asked himself: Why is it that people who devote themselves to helping and nurturing people everyday, get payed practically nothing compared to actors and actresses who contribute nothing to society other than entertainment? His thoughts were abruptly interrupted though, when he hears a loud thud. He had been so lost in thought that he had not seen Olivia walk in and collapse to the floor.
The whole precinct became silent, staring at the weakened detective. Elliot and Cragen (who had just exited his office), followed by Fin and Munch, rush to help her up. She had fallen face down, so when she was finally placed lightly on her feet, cuts and bruises that occupied every inch of her face were revealed. She is visibly shaken, a quality that Olivia rarely revealed. The detectives gasp and help her to her chair.
"Olivia, are you okay? Oh my God," Elliot gasps.
Olivia glances up and is met with four very concerned faces.
"Guys, I'm fine. Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine," she says with a quick nod of her head.
"You don't look fine. You're covered in bruises and cuts. What the hell happened Olivia?" Cragen asks taking on the role of a father.
"Guys, really I'm fine. I just...," she sighs "This case has really gotten to me, that's all. I was so angry last night that I started picking fights with everyone that crossed my path. One guy just happened to be just as pissed off as I was and I didn't really realize how much I had pushed him until I got a mean sucker punch to the face. Things just escaladed from there I guess."
"What did you say to him to make him so mad?" Elliot asks.
"Hmmm? Oh... that doesn't really matter."
Elliot and the others didn't want to push the matter any further, for fear of embarrassing her, although questions still lingered in their minds.
"Olivia, you need to get to a hospital," Munch urges.
"NO!" she screams, then after realizing the intensity of her voice, she speaks more softly. "No, I don't need a hospital. Like I said, I'm fine."
"Olivia..." Elliot starts to say, but is cut off.
"Elliot," she shrieks, "please."
Cragen looks at his detectives. The looks they were all giving him told him they wanted Olivia to go to the hospital, but he couldn't bear to make Olivia do something she didn't want to do. She looked okay besides the cuts and bruises. Nothing serious, he told himself. Anyway, he trusted her to make the decision to go to the hospital if needed.
"Okay," he says, eyeing her the whole time, "but you have to promise me that if you think even the slightest bit, that you need hospital care, that you WILL go and you won't hesitate."
Olivia nods, stuffs her hands into the pockets of her pants, and excuses herself to the bathroom.
Watching her march off, Fin says, "You think she'll be okay?"
"She'll be fine. She's the strongest woman I know, "Cragen answers.
Olivia glances at her reflection in the mirror. Seeing her ghostly complexion, she looks harder. Victim. That's immediately what thinks as she looks at herself. She looks like a victim. Covered in cuts and bruises, broken and numb to the world. I am so stupid. How could I let that man take control of me like that? She smoothes her clothes over, and glances in the mirror one last time before walking out into the world of denial.
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