Author's note: Ok, it's EO, centered mainly around Elliot, three years have passed since Olivia vanished. Song is Amen Omen, by Ben Harper. Tell me what'cha think and how I can improve. Review, you know you want to. (EO, duh)

Disclaimer: I don't own law and Order SVU or any of its characters, I'm just borrowing them for none profit purposes, nor do I own the song Amen Omen by Ben Harper.

What started as a whisper
Slowly turned into a scream
Searching for an answer
Where the question is unseen
I don't know where you came from
And I don't know where you've gone
Old friends become old strangers
Between the darkness and the dawn

The dark veil of night falls upon the city, casting its shadow upon the precinct and on those who dwell within it. As the day ends he thinks of her, as he nods off and is pulled into sleep by the gentle night, he dreams of her. Everything he does, awake or asleep, is all in hopes of finding her. It's all for her.

He forces himself into wakefulness, thinking of her is better than dreaming of her. Because at least he can control his thoughts, his dreams are another matter, they're filled with her screams, and with her smiles, he hates those smiles now. He hates to think that he'll never see her smile again. It's always smiles or screams, he prefers the screams; they haunt him less. If it were up to him, he'd never think of her, and his dreams would just be normal nightmares, dreams without her fleeting image.

From his desk her image stares back at him mischievously, it's just a photo though, he knows that. Tonight, however, it's as if her spirit is alive within the picture. She's taunting him, catch me if you can. She's daring him; I dare you to find me. She's gone he's imagining things; she's gone. But he still wonders, where she's gone, how she's doing, if she's alive. What kind of person she has become.

Amen Omen
Will I see your face again
Amen Omen
Can I find the place within
To live my life without you

He wants to see her again, but he knows he probably won't, only in his dreams.

The clutter of paperwork, and photos of victims and the 'clues' lie not on his desk but on his partner's desk, on her desk, but not hers, Mark's. He tries to steady his shaking hands on his desk. But as he brings them down his left hand nocks her photo over and it topples down to the floor. The frame shatters, and he doesn't want to clean it up, to touch her photo.

Mark ignores Elliot; it's been this way every night of this month, of February, her month, the month she vanished. It's not that he and Elliot have a bad friendship, or that their partnership as cops isn't going right, they usually get along fine, it's just that Elliot acts differently around this time. True the first year Elliot and Mark were partners was rocky, but three years have passed, three years since she disappeared, and Elliot has learned to accept Mark.

A few moments go by, neither says anything. Elliot stares at her smiling image beneath the broken glass. She's broken. Just like him.

He needs air; he needs to be away from Mark, away from the man who replaced her, away from the constant reminders of her.

He rises from his desk and leaves the bullpen. He passes by John and Fin. He says hi but otherwise does not engage in any conversation with them. They know better than to talk to him right now. It's not wise to speak with on a February night, cool ad crisp, so much like the one she disappeared on.

He stalks towards the roof, and shoves the doors open, welcoming the icy air that hits his skin. It's cold, too cold to be out without a jacket like him. But he enjoys the winter, he enjoys the prickly feeling the air gives his open skin. This place is free from her, they shared no memories on the roof of the precinct. He breaths in the frosty air and rejoices, because for the moment he is free from her.

I still hear you saying
All of life is a chance
And is sweetest
Is sweetest
When at a glance
But I live
I live a hundred
Hundred lifetimes in a day
But I die a little
In every breath that I take

"You can't find me here, 'Liv," he says aloud to the wing, letting it carry his words away.

"Elliot," it's Cragen's voice, Elliot turns so that they're facing each other. "Go home, Elliot. It's late and you need the sleep."

He shakes his head. "I can't sleep, you know that. She won't let me sleep."

Cragen nods. "Even so, I don't want you to stay here, just go home, Elliot. Catch up o your paperwork or something."

"Fine," he mutters, before walking away.

"If you need to take some time off, tell me."

"I'm fine, Captain. I don't need your sympathy," he says, and realizes a moment to late that he yelled it.

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Amen Omen
Will I see your face again
Amen Omen
Can I find the place within
To live my life without you

They're having an old-fashioned stake-out, watching for the young woman, to see if she returns to the scene where she left he baby, it's a long shot, but it's their only shot. A small memorial for the young baby, who'd not yet been given a name, is there, it's just a simple cross, but the baby was Christian, and so it suffices.

Mark receives a call on his phone. He flips it open and says hi, he listens for a moment before hanging up. "That was the Cap', he says the baby's mother ODed and died. Luckily not before admitting to killing her baby," Mark explains. "Sure makes out lives easy, don't it?"

Elliot's distracted and ignores him; a woman near his age has caught his eye. They're on a small street, one with no buildings, only houses and the distant sounds of cars honking their horns. She's the only other person on the street, other than him and his partner. It's easy to make out her features. Her hair is long and blonde and tied into a ponytail. She's not very close, but he can see her eyes, chocolate brown and beautiful. They're beautiful, she's beautiful. Only one woman can possibly be so gorgeous, he thinks, it must be her.

"Uh, Elliot? You there?"

"Shut up for a second, Mark," Elliot replies. "Look, see that woman? It's her, Mark, it's Olivia."

I listen to a whisper
Slowly drift away
Silence is the loudest
Parting word you never say
I put - I put your world
Into my veins
Now a voiceless sympathy
Is all that remains

She's alive, and seems healthy, and she never called him. She chose silence; she chose to leave him in the dark. For a fleeting instant he thinks he understands, that maybe she didn't want to say goodbye, but he quickly empties his mind of such thoughts.

Mark sees the woman, but only for an instant, before she turns down a street and disappears from view. Elliot begins to get out of the car, so that he can chase after her. She disappeared once, and no one ever found out what happened to her, he's not going to let that happen again. A hand descends upon his shoulder and holds him back. "It wasn't her, Elliot."

"Screw you, Mark. I don't care what you think, it was her," He exclaims angrily. "You don't even know what she looks like, so how would you know if it was her or not?"

"I've seen that photo you have of her on your desk about a million times, Elliot. I know what she looks like."

"Screw you! You're just a stupid kid, you don't know shit about what you're talking about."

Marks heard this remark before, but not in a long time, not since he first joined the unit. Elliot hadn't been pleased that Cragen had decided Olivia was gone for good and replaced her. He was even angrier to find out his new partner was ten years younger than him. "Elliot, she's gone man," Mark says, but there's something in his voice, a hidden emotion, that of sympathy. "It wasn't her, get over it."

"You're probably right, about it not being her…but I can't just get over her Mark, not her," Elliot sighs.

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Amen Omen
Will I see your face again
Amen Omen
Can I find the place within
To live my life without you

His coffee is lukewarm, he doesn't mind though, he just needs the caffeine. Not wants, needs, needs the fuel, it doesn't matter if he's already drank four cups, it doesn't matter if his stomach is full, he just needs the fuel. He's not on the job right now, but he's on the street where he saw the woman, where he saw her. He's been sitting in his parked car there for hours. He does this every week, but doesn't tell Mark. Mark wouldn't like it if he knew what Elliot was doing with his time off; he'd probably try to stop him.

Elliot's done this for the past few weeks, and finally he's starting to give up. Finally as February fads away he's starting to think he was wrong, and that the woman wasn't Olivia after all. Still he waits; he gives it one last chance, her one last chance to appear.

"C'mon, 'Liv, I know you're out there," he mutters and as if on cue she appears, her blonde hair hanging around her head like a halo. He ducks down, he doesn't want her to see him and be scared off. He'll wait until she's close enough that he can catch her if she tries to run.

She looks around her, sees nothing and keeps on walking in his direction. As she gets closer he's even more certain that it's her. Her chocolate brown eyes scan the area, but not the cars, she doesn't see him. The moment she's a few paces past his car he opens the door and chases after her. She turns and sees him, for a second she looks like she'll bolt but she stays.

"Olivia?"

She raises a questioning eyebrow, the same way she used to when she was puzzled. She looks behind her, as if to see if he's talking to somebody else. "Sorry, you must think I'm someone else."

"No, I don't, don't play dumb 'Liv."

"My name is Carrie," She says, and Elliot almost wonders if he was mistaken, because this woman's eyes are far too cold and heartless to be that of Olivia's. "Leave me alone, I don't know you." And she storms off, did he say something wrong? He thinks, and for the first time questions why exactly Olivia disappeared. If she'd been kidnapped she certainly wouldn't have been out in broad daylight, so did she vanish of her own accord? Is it possible that she hated her life, and all that was in it so much, that she had to run away, and even change names? Was she so desperate? These questions run frantically through his head, he starts running after her, he needs to ask her these questions.

"Olivia, don't go! Shit, I wanna ask you some questions," he yells, but she ignores him. "Why'd you go? Do you fucking hate me so much that you had to leave without a trace? C'mon answer me Olivia." Still no answer, and he tries to pose more questions, but can't. Tears are running down his cheeks and he's choking on his own words. All he can do is crumple into a ball, as she disappears again, leaving him all alone in his misery.

Amen Omen
Will I see your face again
Amen Omen
Will I see your face again
Amen Omen
Can I find the place
To live my life
Omen
Amen
Omen
Omen
Amen
Oh- Oh- Oh...
Omen
Amen
Your face again

Author's note: Hokay, so tell me what you thought, and how I can improve.