Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used as they are property of Dick Wolf.
this is my first fic...please comment...good or bad
Elliot walked into the squad room, to find John and Fin talking by the coffee station and Olivia seated at her desk. He walked around to the front of his desk and sat down. He glacned up at her, but for the first time in nine years, she didn't glance back. The phone on her desk broke the silence, and she dropped her pen and file, grabbing the reciever off of its station.
"Detective Benson, Special Victims. Yeah hi. Does it match anyone in the system? Yeah, give me twenty minutes, I'll be there," she said into the receiver before putting it down and getting up from her chair. She grabbed her jacket off the back of the seat and grabbed the file off the desk. Before she walked out of the squad room, she walked over to John and Fin, who looked up from their own paperwork. Cragen opened the door of his office, to a rather quiet squad room.
"Detective Stabler, can I see you in my office please," Cragen called. Elliot stood from his desk and walked toward Cragen's office. Olivia looked up from her conversation with John and Fin to watch Elliot disappear into the captain's office.
"I'm getting ready to head down to the ME and then over to the Taylors to talk to Micheal and the parents more. John do you wanna join me?" she asked.
"When Elliot gets done with Cragen, we'll head over to Leslie's school and see if anyone can tell us anything," Fin said standing up heading over to the coffee station.
"Sounds good," Olivia said as she waited for John who had answered the ringing phne on his desk.
Cragen closed the door of his office and turned to stand behind his desk. He looked at Elliot who seemed to be more controlled and normal than yesterday. "Elliot. I went to see your partner yesterday, and I learned of some very interesting information. "
"Regarding what?" Elliot asked confused.
"Elliot turn around and look at her," Cragen told him Elliot obeyed and looked out the captain's window, and through the blinds, he could see Olivia leaning against John's desk, talking to Fin, while John leaned back in his chair, the phone to his ear. "Elliot, last night, Olivia called off her engagement to Dean."
"Why would she do that?" Elliot asked turning around quickly to face Cragen.
"Because she feels that it would be unfair to Dean to be married to someone who is practically married to her job and her partnership. With everything that you are going through, she wants to make sure that you are in check at work, and your performance doesn't suffer," Cragen told him.
Elliot processed what Cragen just told him, as he picked up the ringing phone on his desk. Elliot watched Cragen's expression change to one of worry and sadness. "I'll tell her. Thanks," Cragen said softly into the phone.
"Everything alright, Cap?" Elliot asked as Cragen placed the phone back on the receiver.
"Uh no. Your partner's ex fiance was in a car accident. He's at St. Francis Hospital," Cragen said walking around his desk and out into the squad room. Elliot watched as Cragen pulled Olivia to the side and told her about Dean. She looked down to the floor before turning and hurring out of the squad room.
Thirty minutes later, Olivia sat in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for word from the doctor of Dean's condition. She sat in the chair, her elbows on her knees as she looked down at the floor, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. John walked through the doors of the room and over to Olivia.
"Here, I brought you some coffee," John said holding out a cup. Olivia took it, before wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"Thanks," she said. John took a seat next to her, trying to find some way to comfort her. He rubbed her shoulder as tears continued to roll down her cheeks. A few minutes later, a doctor walked through the doors of waiting room.
"Dean Porter," the doctor called. Olivia looked up, and stood as the doctor walked toward her.
"How is he?" Olivia asked, concern and worry in her voice.
"He's lucky. He sustained multiple injuries but none that were life threatening. He suffered a concussion, a couple of broken ribs, and a dislocated shoulder. He's pretty scratched and bruised but he'll made a full recovery," the doctor told her.
Olivia closed her eyes and smiled, as relief came over her. "The concussion, how bad is it?"
"He's just waking up now. He'll have some sensitivity to light and sound for a little, with some head pain, but his memory and everything is still there," the doctor said smiling. "You can see him whenever you'd like. He's in room 512."
"Thank you doctor," Olivia said as the doctor turned, leaving the waiting room. Olivia turned to John, who stood up and walked toward her.
"Do you want me to stay?" he asked.
"No that's okay. You should head back, I catch a cab home, plus, I don't know how long I'll be," she told him, wiping the last of the tears from under her eyes. "Thanks for coming, John. I really appreciate it," she said, rubbing the side of his arm. "Go ahead." John smiled before walking out of the waiting room.
Olivia quietly opened the door of Dean's hospital room. She walked slowly around the curtain to see Dean, laying upright in the hospital bed, gauze taped over a wound on the side of his forehead, and his left arm laid in a sling. He was awake, and smiled as he saw Olivia turn the corner of the curtain.
"Hey," she said softly, walking toward the bed slowly. "How are you feeling?" she asked, unsure of how to approach the situation. She and Dean were not a couple anymore, and she didn't want to act as though she thought last night never had happened.
"Like I just got hit by a bus," he said, his voice a little shaky, but otherwise normal. "I'm glad you came down."
"Of course I'd be down," she said with a smile. "You're really lucky Dean. From what I heard it was a pretty nasty accident." Suddenly Olivia heard a rustle of the curtain behind her, and saw Elliot peer around the curtain. Olivia turned toward him, surprised to see him, especially in Dean's hospital room. "Elliot, what are you doing here?"
"We need to talk," he said plainly, glancing at Dean, then back to Olivia.
"Can't it wait Elliot, or can we at least go somewhere else?" she asked beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with both Elliot and Dean in the same room, when the ultimate reason for Dean and Olivia's break up was Elliot.
"No, I want to tell you now, in front of him. Olivia, I don't want to be the reason that you and Dean don't spend the rest of your lives together. I want to apologize to both of you for not having the presence of mind to realize how juvenile and horrible I have been acting lately. Liv, you shouldn't have to feel like it is your responsibility to make sure I am okay. Please don't ruin your lives on my account, because knowing that I was the reason for your unhappiness would kill me," Elliot said passing glances to both Dean and Olivia.
"Elliot," Olivia began before she was interupted by Elliot.
"I should let you guys go. Liv, I'll see you tomorrow," he said softly before turning and walking out of the hospital room. Olivia, still surprised about what just happened, glanced at Dean who smiled at her softly.
"I'll be right back okay," she said, rubbing his thigh before hurrying out of the room. She turned out of the doorway to find Elliot already halfway down the hall. "Elliot! Elliot!" she called as she jogged down the hallway. Elliot turned around as she came closer, finally stopping in front of him. "Thank you-for what you said."
"Olivia. You deserve to marry this man and be happy. Please don't ruin a lifetime of happiness because I've been a jerk for the past few weeks," he said softly. "If anyone deserves to be happy and in love its you," he added bringing his hand to her cheek, scratching her neck underneath her ear. Olivia smiled as she leaned in to hug him. She felt his arms wrap around her back as her chin rested on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear. Olivia grinned as the parted and looked up at her partner. "Go ahead back to Dean. I'll see you tomorrow," Elliot said nodding down the hall.
"Thanks," she said softly. "I'll see you tomorrow." Elliot nodded and the two turned their backs to each other and headed in opposite directions.