a/n: hey guys!! Don't worry. I'm still working on my other story, but I just had the sudden urge to write this one. PLEASE DON'T READ IF VIOLENCE MAKES YOU SICK!!

Disclaimer: Sadly, these characters are not my own, but do belong to Dick Wolf and NBC.

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The Precinct was empty. She was semi-glad of this. Olivia Benson didn't want anyone to see how tired she was. Lucky for her that the make up covering the bags under her eyes had lasted all day.

Detective Benson had a lot on her mind right now. She was thinking about the Valerie Senate case. The arguments she had with Elliot. Captain threatening to split them up.

She was also thinking about Elliot's divorce. The thought of the conversation she had with Elliot after Valerie died filled her head as she got up from her desk, pushing her chair in after her. Olivia thought she'd call it a day. This case had physically and emotionally drained her.

As she walked over to her locker, she heard the Precinct door open, followed by someone stumbling in. Olivia turned to see her partner, Elliot Stabler. Except he didn't look like Elliot Stabler. He was leaning on a nearby desk for support with his left hand, while his right held a brown paper bag. Immediately Olivia knew what was going on, because she dealt with the situation so many times when she was a child.

'He's drunk,' she declared in her head. Elliot staggered toward her, and took a swig from the bottle inside the bag.

"You Biiitchhhhh," Elliot said, his words slurred due to the alcohol. Olivia closed her locker and sighed. She turned back to face him, only this time, he was right in front of her. His breath reeked of vodka, a smell Olivia knew only too well.

"Elliot, what's the matter with you?" she asked giving him a light push as to not knock him over but suggest he move aside. He didn't budge, but he looked pissed.

"You're the reason my wife left me! It's you fault!" Elliot said, screaming it in her face. She turned her head to the left so she wouldn't have to look at him. Olivia knew perfectly well it wasn't her fault. This was proved after the conversation her and Kathy had in the park.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, damnit!" he yelled, grabbing her chin and yanking it so she was looking at him.

"Don't touch me," she said through gritted teeth, swatting away his hand, "it is not my fault. I can't help that you're a temperamental son-of-a-bitch who never has time for his wife and kids." Immediately she regretted the last part. She looked straight into his stone cold eyes, hoping he wouldn't see the fear that was consuming her inside. He glared right back into her warm, chocolate eyes.

The, before she knew what was happening, the back of his hand connected with her cheek, causing a loud SMACK. Her head flew to the side. He hit her a few more times in the face before he stopped to breathe. She didn't know what to say. She could feel the stinging of tears coming in her eyes. Not from the pain, but from the principle of the matter. How could he do that to her? She turned to look at him again.

"I hate you," she said. It was barely audible, but Elliot heard. And it was those three words that set him off.

Dropping the bag, he grabbed both of her upper arms and slammed her into the locker. The bottle smashed into a few pieces, its contents leaking at their feet. For a moment, he just looked into her eyes, as if trying to read her. Then, he lifted his hand and punched her face, splitting open her bottom lip. She was so shocked at this. Her partner. Her best friend. What the hell was he thinking?

"Don't ever speak to me like that again!" he yelled. She didn't do anything for an instant. Then, she slapped him right back. He stumbled backwards, releasing her.

"How dare you! I haven't done anything! Captain will have your badge when he finds out," she said. As she walked past him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer so his lips were but a centimeter away from her ear.

"Captain isn't going to find out, is he?" he said in a low whisper that sent chills down Olivia's spine.

"You can be your ass that he'll find out," she said. She yanked her arm but he didn't let go. "Let go, Elliot," she said, but he still didn't. Then, very quickly for a drunk man, he threw her to the ground. She gasped he kicked her in the stomach.

"YOU… NEED…TO… LEARN… SOME… RESPECT!" Elliot shouted in between kicks. When he finished, he kneeled down next to her, hanging onto the desk so he wouldn't fall.

"See what you made me do? This was really all your fault," he said, smoothing out her now messy brown hair. She just looked up at him. Not into his eyes, because she was sure that if she had, he would surely see the fear instantly. But no, she stood her ground.

"Go to hell," she said in a whisper, her voice obviously shaking. He got an angry expression on his face. On the last stroke of her hair, Elliot grabbed a handful of it and yanked her up to her feet. Now, she was silently letting the tears flow from her face. She tried to look away, but he jerked her head back so she was looking at him. Quickly, she held her hands up in front of her face for protection. He laughed a laugh that Olivia had never heard from his laugh before. It was a wicked, cruel laugh that she had only ever heard from the perps who regretted none of their actions.

Without warning, he drew his free hand back and punched her in the stomach. She quickly put her hands over her abdomen and keeled over in pain. He released her hair and punched her square in the jaw before she even had a chance to fall. PUNCH SLAP PUNCH SLAP PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH!!! When she did fall, he grabbed her already bruised arm and shouted, "GET UP!". He wrenched her up and slammed her into the lockers. She cried out with the collision, but he slammed her again and again and again. When he stopped, he turned her around to face him. She whimpered in fear and pain and frustration. Her tears rolled down her bruised cheeks and onto the floor, mixing in with the puddle of Vodka.

"Why?" she asked in a meek voice. He should at least give her the decency of letting her know why he blew his stack.

"WHY WHAT?" he shouted, shaking her.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked softly. His expression changed. It suddenly became soft and regretful, but only for a second. A moment later, they changed to angry and pissed.

'Maybe he is sorry, or at least his sober side is,' Olivia thought. Then, Elliot dropped his hands to his side. Olivia was relieved, but all too quickly. He punched her so hard, she hit her head on the locker and blacked out. Her limp body slid to the floor in a sad looking huddle. Elliot looked down at his handy work. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees. Tears fell from his face. He had never been so sorry in his life. The alcohol clouded his judgment and persuaded him to take his anger for the divorce out on his best friend.

He brushed back her hair and cupped her bruised cheek. He cried over her body for over an hour.

The Precinct was empty. He was semi-glad of this. He didn't want anyone to see how tired he was. Lucky for him, his colleagues wouldn't be in for another 4 hours.

Detective Stabler had a lot on his mind right now. He was thinking about the Valerie Senate case. The arguments he had with Olivia. Captain threatening to spit them up.

He was also thinking about his divorce. The thought of the conversation he had with Olivia after Valerie died filled his head as he got up from the floor and leaned on his desk. This case had physically and emotionally drained him.

He took one last look at Olivia before he scribbled something down on a piece of paper and set it down beside her. With that, he left, heading for the nearest liquor store. Boy was he gonna get even more drunk tonight.

Olivia woke up a little while late. Elliot was nowhere to be found. Olivia's body ached all over. When she turned to her side, she saw a note about six inches away. She gingerly picked it up and read it.

Thank you.

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a/n: So what did you think? It was my first one shot. REVIEW!!!