AN: This is a story I'm actually writing in another language but I'm translating it to English so I can share it with more people… hope you like it. ;)

Disclaimer: SVU and its characters are not mine.

CH1

The unit was abandoned and it only could be heard a footsteps of the uniformed lurking in the building. All detectives had left about an hour ago begging for a little rest and a relaxing atmosphere at home... well almost everyone. Near the captain's office, lit by the dim light of the lamp of the old wooden desk is a woman. Rotating slowly from side to side in her chair with a doubting expression on her face and staring somewhere in the lonely space that surrounds her. Her eyes look tired, decorated by a pair of dark eye circles, her skin looked pale down the soft light, her hair tied in a ponytail letting down a couple of strands on her tired expression. In her left hand she holds an object no bigger than a pen with which she unconsciously plays with.
She is thinking about how her life has elapsed up to this point, and the prospect that her future means now. She has been accustomed to radical changes lately. Almost a year ago her co-worker, who was with her for over 13 years, had resigned from overnight without giving a single explanation. He rejected her calls and evaded her at all costs. The situation was complicated, she knew. And maybe it wouldn't be that complicated if he had not become someone so indispensable to her. It's not something that she had planned, or even thought about occurring. But maybe she could have foreseen it. It is normal that you get used to a colleague company. That happens to everyone. But most people know that those people have to stay on the division of professional and personal life. The problem is when both are mixed. When you are a person whose professional life occupies more of your time than your personal life you run the risk that those who must remain on the boundary cross it and became a large part of your almost nonexistent personal life. It is not easy to create this division.
She tried always to keep the painted line clearly, but it was not possible at all times. In this work, and after so many years together, you end up worrying more for those who work by your side than for yourself. The interesting thing is that she always lived thinking about how to keep things in perfect balance. But finally the fact that she is thinking again on it is nonsense. He left his life in a blink. There is no balance to maintain when everything has gone to hell.
She looks up and let her eyes run into the abandoned and empty desk that once belonged to his former partner. She continues sliding her gaze up to the object in her hand. A strange and twisted smile appears on her face letting a sigh escapes from the bottom of her chest. She had been expecting see the result in the small tube, it had been planned by her. And now she just couldn't believe it.
"Olivia?" A familiar voice distracts her and makes her turn toward the entrance.
"Captain. How long have you been in there? "She asked taking down the target object to hide it in the pocket of her jacket.
"Not much. What are you still doing here? "He asks cautious without leaving his place.
"I was thinking about ... things" She decides to keep the information to herself. She rises closing her desktop's drawers and takes his little bag.
"Elliot?" Hearing his name still caused her a strange chest pain maybe even anger. Without much encouragement she smiles and looks down. "No ... not really. Only things "
"Do you feel better?" He asks really interested on knowing the answer. The last few weeks he has noticed discomfort in his detective. He is really worried about her being sick so continuously.
"Yes. It's just the work. I just need some rest." She doesn't look too convinced of her own words and tried to hide it behind a fake smile. She walks to the man but doesn't stop until she exits the hallway. "See you tomorrow Don" she takes leave trying to avoid further conversation.
Donald Cragen always strives to meet his detectives and certainly noticed the strangeness in Olivia. After many years working with her he had learned to read her, which is an extremely difficult task considering that she has always tried to stay close to the whole world. And something in her face tonight made him worry. Something was wrong ... he could guess. Something that she didn't even know.

AN: I know it s short but it's just the beginning. Rand R please?