A/N: Sooo, after some good reviews, I decided to continue it. I left the first chapter kind of vague to see what people would think. I think this chapter'll give you a better idea of what's going on. Some details will fill in as the story develops. Let me know what you think. Thanks for the great reviews so far! Keep 'em coming!

"I saw her again, last night." Elliot's words hung in the air of the quiet office. The only constant sounds were those of the cars on the street below and the soft ticking of the clock on Huang's wall.

"What did you talk to her about," Huang asked, his voice calm and smooth. It drove Elliot crazy.

"Nothing in particular. That I loved her and hated her for leaving me," he said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Does talking to her help," Huang asked.

"In some ways," Elliot said. "But I'm talking to thin air. Makes me think I'm going crazy, which doesn't help."

"Elliot, you and Olivia had a deep connection. It's natural to feel like you're talking to her," Huang explained. "You didn't get to say goodbye to her did you?"

"No," Elliot said, looking down at his hands, "My daughter heard me talking to her…to myself last night. God knows that she already thinks I'm near a nervous breakdown." He stood up, rubbing hispalms together, wanting to hit something. His eyes darted around the spartan office, the colors supposed to make him calm. They did nothing but anger him even more.

"Do you think you're near a nervous breakdown," Huang asked.

"I don't know," he replied. He laughed, mostly to himself as he thought of his conversation the night before.

"What is it," Huang asked, hearing the sardonic laugh.

"She asked me last night if I wanted to stop seeing her," he said, "I told her I didn't know what I wanted."

"She's not really there. It was a part of your consciousness asking you that," Huang stated.

"Don't you think I know that," Elliot asked, turning to him. The doctor could see anger in the detective's blue eyes. It flashed at him like lightening. "I saw her body. I know that's not her that I'm talking to, but it doesn't make it any less real." He clenched his fists again, looking for something to hit; make the pain he felt inside all the more physical. "It's been six months and I still can't forget the way she looked and how much it hurt."

"You loved her, Elliot and you're not the only one that feels the pain from her being gone. You said yourself that you didn't get to say goodbye to her," Huang said. "Maybe this is your mind's way of letting go of her. Have you talked to Munch or Fin about it?"

"They're not exactly the hold hands and tell each other our feelings kind of guys," he said, sitting back down on the couch. Huang watched the detective quietly. He knew he was still sorting through the emotions that were rolling through him. "I just…I'm afraid that I'm beginning to forget her. You know? I used to know what every look on her face meant, and how her perfume smelt. I spent seven years with her. I shouldn't be able to forget that in only six months."

"You won't forget her," Huang said, "Over time, details like how she smelt or how she used to look at you will fade, but you will never forget her." Silence fell between them as Elliot studied his hands.

"I told her I loved her," he said, breaking the silence.

"Her ghost? Or when she was alive," Huang asked.

"Her ghost," Elliot replied. "My delusion…or whatever it is. I never told her in real life. I never needed to." He remembered her words from the night before with a soft smile. "God, I miss her." He ran his hands over his face and through his short hair.

"Everyone does," Huang said. The clock chimed softly and Elliot stood up, leaving the office without saying goodbye. Huang watched him leave. He knew he would be back, if nothing else, than to reassure himself that he wasn't going crazy.