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Olivia's POV

I was sitting at my desk staring at the case file when my head started to hurt, which made it hard to concentrate on the file. I groaned, silently enough that hopefully no one else would hear. I didn't need them worry about me. I was up pretty late last night with one and it went away after a while. So I'll just have to hope and assume it will be the same case today.

"Liv?"

I looked to my left and forced a smile when I saw Elliott.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." I reassure him. I didn't need him worrying about me and I knew if Elliott had any sort of clue that wasn't feeling all that great, he would worry and try to convince me that I either needed to go home or see a doctor; none of which I wanted to do. I would fine with time.

This headache would probably be gone after an hour just like before.

But it didn't.

Even after three hours and me taking painkillers, it didn't fade. I started to feel worse, with exhaustion being added to pain I was feeling, only more so. It hurt to move and to breathe. So I kept myself sitting down in the same position for the most part, trying to avoid feeling as much pain as I possibly could.

This had to go away eventually and I could handle it until it does.

Eventually I got lost in thought while trying to piece together this file. I couldn't keep thinking straight. I then glanced at the clock after being snapped awake by Elliott, whom was putting his jacket on. It was now only a couple minutes passed one.

"Liv, I'm gonna grab some lunch. Wanna join me?" Elliott asks. The thought of food and eating it made me feel nauseous. Not to mention, I did not want to move.

"No, I'm not hungry." I tell him. I had something earlier and right now, I don't think I'll be eating anything else until this goes away.

"Come on, Liv, you haven't had a thing all day." Elliott insists, but I shook my head and and then winced as I felt a wave of pain. I shut my eyes for a couple of seconds before it subsided. I hope Elliott didn't notice, but as I turned back to face him I knew he had.

"Liv, are you okay?" He asks as he places his hand on my shoulder. "You're hot."

"Elliott, stop flirting." Munch chimes in and I smiled a bit.

"I don't mean like that." Elliott shakes his head at Munch but then he turns back to me with a look of obvious concern on his face.

"El, I'm fine. I just have a headache." I try to reassure him, but it seemed Elliott wasn't really buying it. Then before I could say another word, he placed his hand on my forehead.

"You feel a bit warm."

"What are you a doctor now?"

"Maybe you should go home."

"El, I am fine. I am not going home. I am working on a case and I am not going home until I do." I say. I wasn't going anywhere and I certainly didn't need Elliott or any one else worrying about me.

Elliott went to lunch and left me alone to work. I tried my hardest to concentrate on my work, but then I'd get distracted and get lost into thought about something else or I'd be hit with another wave of pain. When Elliott came back to precinct after lunch was when I was hit with another wave; but instead of pain, I felt nauseous. I sat there still, hoping it would pass, but then quickly I knew it wasn't going to pass in the way I was hoping. I got up and once I got out of the sight of Munch, Elliott, and Fin, I quickly went into the women's restroom. I made it just in time before I started to vomit.

When I finished, I went back to my seat like nothing had happen. But based on the looks I had received when I returned, I realized they knew something was going on. But I shook it off, as I continued to convince myself nothing was wrong and whatever I was feeling now was going to go away soon enough.

"Olivia." I look up at Cragen when I heard him call my name. He motioned for me to come into his office and I nodded. I slowly made my way into his office and though I was in pain, I didn't let that show.

When I got inside his office, I looked and saw Elliott standing by the doorway with his arms crossing, leaning against the doorframe.

"Olivia, you should go home." Cragen says.

"Captain, I'm fine. I should stay here and work on the case until we find the bastard that raped that little girl." I say before giving Elliott a short glare. I knew he must have said something.

"We can manage without you. We have other detectives." Cragen tells me.

"I don't know what he said, but I am fine." I said, but I knew at this point that was a lie and I almost wanted to stay it back as I kept feeling worse and worse with every minute.

"Liv, you just threw up in the bathroom." Elliott says and I glared at him.

"What did you follow me into the bathroom?" I ask.

"No, but a woman that was in there told me someone was and I just pieced it together." Elliott says with a smirk. I rolled my eyes before turning back to Cragen, annoyed at my partner. I did feel terrible and with every minute I was beginning to feel worse and worse. But I could handle myself. I didn't need to go home. I wasn't some weak girl. This was nothing. I could handle myself and be okay until we caught this guy.

"Go home and rest. Take a couple days until you feel better." Cragen tells me.

"Captain—"

"This is not up for discussion." Cragen says before sitting down at his desk and taking a bite of a twizzler. I sighed before slowly exiting his office. I grab my jacket from my desk and start to leave.

"I told you I was fine, Elliott." I say, when I notice Elliott was following me out.

"I don't consider vomiting a sign of being fine, Liv. You're either sick or drunk and since I know you wouldn't drink on the job, you've got to be sick." Elliott says.

"I'm not sick." I said, weakly as I suddenly started to feel a wave of exhaustion. I almost felt like I could fall over and I might have if Elliott hadn't put an arm around me that second.

"I beg to differ." Elliott says. "Come on, let's get you home."

Elliott drove me to my apartment and helped me inside. Though by then, I could have gotten inside without him thinking he needed to support me up the stairs and over to my couch. I then put my bag down on the floor and laid down on the arm rest.

I look over when Elliott sat on the couch next to me. I shut my eyes when I felt his hand being placed on my forehead.

"Liv, you're burning up." Elliott says and before getting up. He came back a minute later and sat down next to me again. I looked over and saw him with the thermometer I kept in my bathroom, in his hand.

"El—"

"Open up, Liv."

"No, El, I'm—"

"Just do it." He said in a tone that said he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer, so I opened my mouth enough so he put it in. I laid there in silence until it beeped and Elliott removed it to see what my temperature was.

This felt humiliating.

"101.2." Elliott says and I sighed. "Yeah, Liv, you're fine" I glare at Elliott in response to his sarcasm before attempting to shut my eyes again.

"Shut up." I groaned. "I just want to sleep."

Maybe I would feel better if I got some sleep. Yeah, I'd probably feel better when I woke up.

"Alright, let get you to bed." Elliott says, standing up, but I don't move. I don't make any effort to move. I was too exhausted to get up and go to bed.

"Too tired to get up."

"And you wanted to stay at work?" Elliott questions.

"Shut up you ass." I replied, sleepily. I open my eyes when I felt myself being moved. I scanned my surroundings and saw that Elliott had picked me up. What the hell is he doing? "What the hell, El?"

"You said you were tired, so I'm carrying you to bed." He tells me.

It was weird. It felt weird, but I didn't argue. I just shut my eyes and let Elliott carry me into my bedroom and place me down on my bed, covering me with my sheets. I was too tired to protest, plus the bed sounded more comfortable than that couch.

"Get some rest, Liv."

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