SEQUEL TO GUILTY... I appreciate your reviews, but please be kind... I'm new to this so it might take some time to get things right! Also, I love SVU, but I'm not into an E/O romance, so I probably won't ever write one. Sorry if that disappoints anyone. I like their chemistry and sexual tension, but I don't ever believe it will happen. :o(

-- OH -- my friend Elliott spells his name with two "t's" so I know it's misspelled in the story but thanks for letting me know! :o)

"Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" is a Wolf Films production in association with NBC Universal Television Studio. Wolf, is creator and executive producer, Ted Kotcheff and Peter Jankowski are executive producers.

I do not own any of the SVU characters, this is merely what I would like to see as a sequel episode to "Undercover". Any characters you do not recognize are my own.

--Olivia Benson's Apartment-- 4am

She awoke, sweating and startled by the lound thunder and lightening that were lighting up her bedroom with booming sounds and forceful white light. She sat straight up and begn to orient herself to her surroundings. She checked to make sure her gun and shield were on her nightstand, along with her cell phone, and let out a sigh of relief that everything was in its place. As the lightening flashed, images from the basement took control in her head, and she saw his face, felt his hands and could hear his words. She shook her head as if to shake the incident from her memory, and tried not to let the imagery keep her down.

Olivia slowly got out of bed, wincing at the pain that escaped from her sore muscles and bruised body. She softly touched her jaw, the sight of the most notable evidence of her attack at Sealview, and drew her hand back when the pressure brought on pain that she wasn't quite ready for. She walked to the kitchen, switching on a lamp in the living room as she went, allowing the room to brighten with the soft glow. Olivia began to make a cup of coffee, quietly going about her routine, as if she would wake someone if she was too loud.

Maybe I'm trying to not wake myself, she thought. Maybe if I don't wake up, I won't really be in this nightmare.

She made her way over to the couch and set down, carefully tucking her legs beneath her, careful not to anger any of her sore muscles or bruises. She delicately drapped a blanket over her legs, turnd on the television, and as she sipped her coffee, she let herself escape the challenges she would face today. As she absent mindedly flipped through the channels; informercials, early morning workout programs on Fit TV, the occasional rerun of an early 90's sitcom, she heard the faint beeping of her cell phone. Making her way back to the bedroom, she reached for her phone and saw the screen glow green with the words "1 new message". She ignored her phone and decided she would deal with it later. It was probably Elliot, and right now, she didn't want to think about him or anyone else at work.

She put her phone back on the nightstand, disregarding the message and not sending a reply. She made her way to the bathroom to take a shower and clear her head before it would be constantly reminded all day of her incident. She knew she should file charges, that any more evidence against Harris would make it easier for the jury to put him away, and it wasn't for her satisfaction alone. She thought of Ashley and Risa, and new that both of them deserved justice against this monster. The Tyler women had been through enough, and with Risa dead, Ashley deserved the peace of mind of knowing that Harris was behind bars.

I will put him away forever, she thought. He may have spent his life in prison as an enforcer, but he will surely spend it as an inmate when I'm through with him.

Olivia let the moment of temporary strength subside, and climbed into the shower, letting the warm water sooth her aching muscles. As she let the water hit her face, her mind was overwhelmed with the feelings and thoughts of that basement.

"You bite me, and you're dead", she can hear Harris say. She remembers the sounds of him hitting his nightstick against the chainlink fence, against the boxes, against the walls while he was looking for her. She remembers the feeling of his hands on her, his mouth on hers, and she spits the running water out of her mouth to rid the memory of it all. As she washes her hair, her mind is flooded with everything that happened at Sealview. She wipes the water off of her face, softly aware that she is also wiping back tears.

-- SUV Squadroom -- 7am

When Elliot arrives for work, he is surprised to see Liv already at her desk, but then again he's not that surprised at all. She's devoted to her work and likes to get an early start, but she need time off... she needs to sleep.

"Good morning," he says cheerfully, hoping his pleasant mood could possibly make her day any better. He walked by her desk and set a cup a fresh coffee in front of her.

"Morning", she mumbled back, moving the coffee to the other side of her desk. She did not look at him, did not glance up from the paperwork she was diligently writing away on, and she did not make any notion that she even knew he existed.

Elliot sat down at his desk, and glanced around the empty squadroom. They were all alone, just he and Olivia. He sat at his desk and learned forward, clasping his hands together, but not daring to take his eyes off of her. Olivia could feel his blue eyes staring at her, but she didn't dare look up. She continued writing, not wanting to break her concentration. Elliot continued to look at her for awhile, then shrugged and began rummaging through his own pile of paperwork.

As other members of the squad filtered in, each of them glanced at the partners, sitting in silence, each in their own world, working on their own cases. Olivia worked away while the others watched her, she made phone calls, kept writing, and began typing into her computer. It had been over two hours since they had been in the squadroom together, and she still had not said a thing to Elliot. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"Olivia, may I see you for a brief moment," Captain Cragen called from his office doorway.

She made eye contact with no one, not even Elliot or Cragen, and somberly walked into this office as he closed the door behind them. Olivia was half confused, seeing as how Casey was already in Cragen's office.

"Olivia, I don't know where to begin," Casey said, sympathetically. "I'm not going to bother you about the case and I'm not going to make you do anything that you don't want to do, but I will ask you to think of the other victims. Think of how they feel and think of your compassion. You are the reason most of them have the courage to face their attackers." Olivia mumbled something, almost cutting Casey off.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you," Casey said softly.

Without looking up, Olivia said, "I am not a victim". She said it so softly, so meekly that she was barely undserstandable.

Tears slowly formed behind her eyes when she looked at Cragen, and his face softened. He walked over to her and put his arms on her elbows, her arms folded defensively in front of her. She sniffed her tears back and continued to look down, not meeting his fatherly gaze.

"Liv, we love you. We all love you. We know that you are not a victim. We are all very worried about you and we just want you to be safe, and happy and to do the right thing. Testifying against Harris will put more against him, especially because of your job. You and Harris have alot in common with your occupations, but you choose to use compassion and emotional strength in yours, whereas he sees it as an all-access pass to beat the pulp out of anyone who crosses him. Now Casey is hear to take your statement, and use your case against Harris. We all understand if you don't want to testify, but we also all want you to realize that you would be helping so many other people. You are strong, and Ashley Tyler will especially look toward you for strength," Cragen said softly, spoken with emotion but not with force. He was a kind man, a father figure to her, who put Olivia in her place when she needed it, but believed in her.

Casey looked at the both of them, held back the tears that were welling up her eyes too, afraid for Olivia, hating Harris and hoping that her friend would pull through. No one should ever have to endure the kinds of things that Harris was capable of doing to his victims, and especially not Olivia. She was too tough, too wonderful for his kind of hell.

"I...um...I, well, I can do it," Olivia stammered, the words barely able to escape her mouth. "I'll give you my statement, Casey, but then I don't want to have to repeat it for everyone everytime they ask. I'll give it to you, and then I don't want to be bothered about it until the trial," she said firmly, not angry, but soft and to the point. I can do this, she thought, I can help Ashley and Risa, and god knows who else, by helping to put Lowell Harris behind bars.

Cragen looked at both of them, hugged Olivia, and quietly left his office, slowly closing the door behind him. He didn't want to make her more uncomfortable, and he wanted her at ease. She needed to relax and get her statement out, without anyone putting more pressure on her.

Elliot watched as Cragen walked out of his office, looked at him, half smiled and mouthed "She'll be okay," in his direction. Munch and Fin watched Elliot as he watched Cragen, looked back at each other and returned to their paperwork. They both new Liv would do the right thing, but they also both knew that what she had been through should never have happened, whether she insisted on going to Sealview or not. No one deserves that kind of pain, and especially not Olivia.