Author's Note: Chapter one :) Please don't forget to comment on what you think! Thanks! ~lala
Chapter One
"Hey, who's Elliot?" Persephone heard somebody say as she was pulled out of the thick haze that resided inside her head.
"What?" She asked the girl she started to recognize as her friend Hope in the hospital bed next to her.
"Who's Elliot?" She repeated herself.
"What are you talking about Hope?" She asked her friend.
"You've been going on about this Elliot guy all night, chanting his name constantly. Whoever he is, I bet he's dreamy." Hope replied. "So who is he? Is he your boyfriend?"
"He's…I…I don't really know who he is." Persephone answered.
"Well he sounds like somebody important." She said as stared at me.
"Oh my god, what happened to you?" Persephone asked as she looked at Hope's leg.
"Tripped in a gopher hole while trying to make a run for it." She explained.
"Well that's ironic." Persephone commented. "I mean we fight to save and protect them and this is how they repay you?"
"I guess so…but it's not their fault, it's those companies!"
"Yea, you're right, this concussion is messing with my head I think." She said, wondering why she couldn't remember anything from more than a few weeks back.
"I'm looking for a Per-se-phone James, is she ready to be released yet?" An officer asked the doctor.
"She has a pretty serious concussion, I'd like to keep her for observation tonight." The doctor responded.
"Is it life threatening?" She asked.
"Well no, but that doesn't mean-"
"Then she will have to get dressed and come with me." The officer said as she unlocked the handcuffs chaining Persephone to the bed.
"For what?" Persephone asked as the officer went to unlock the handcuffs restraining her to the hospital bed.
"You're under arrest for assaulting an officer of the law." The woman answered.
"What? When did I do that?"
Dean Porter sat in the window of a donut shop in the middle of town waiting for the contact of one of his cases.
As he looked at his watch for a fourth time in the last twenty minutes and it was obvious that Olivia was very late. He knew that she had been arrested this morning but she had had plenty of time to be arraigned and bailed out of jail to make it to the little hole in the wall donut shop. He stared discreetly out of his sunglasses through the window watching for her on the street.
"Olivia where are you?" He asked himself quietly right before seeing her walk into the shop and get some coffee before sitting down a few seats over from him.
"Where have you been? You're an hour and a half late." Porter said quietly to her, waiting for an answer that didn't come. "Are you going to answer me?" He asked her.
"I'm sorry?" Persephone asked the man who seemed to be talking to her.
"You're an hour and a half late, Olivia. Where have you been?" He asked again.
"I think you have me confused with somebody else." She said as she started to get up and move seats.
"Olivia," Porter grabbed her arm and pulled her close enough to see a bruise that had been hidden behind her hair. "What happened?" He asked her, worried about why she wasn't recognizing him, seeing a few other bruises in the process. "Jesus! Are you alright?" He asked her more worriedly.
"I don't know you. You have me mistaken. Let go of me." She said with a stern voice pulling her arm away, trying to hide her injuries again. "I just sat down to take a rest before going home. Now if you'll excuse me." As she stood to leave she swayed a bit causing Agent Porter to grab hold of her again.
"Olivia, are you okay?" He asked her again.
"My name is Persephone, not Olivia!" She yelled, causing a few people to turn and look at the two.
"I'm sorry, Persephone are you okay?" He asked for a third time.
"I'm fine, just a little woozy from the concussion." She answered finally. "I just need to go home and rest."
"Persephone, I need you to come with me." He said to her calmly.
"I don't know you, so no." She told him, leading him to believe that Olivia Benson was still in there somewhere.
"My name is Agent Dean Porter, I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation," He showed her the badge as he said this. "We need to talk somewhere...more private."
"FBI? What does the FBI want with me?" Persephone wondered aloud.
"I will explain on the way, now if you would please come with me?" He asked her again.
She nodded slowly, grabbing her coffee and swaying again, making Porter grab onto her arm and lead her to the car.
"Dean, I don't think she is going to believe you no matter how many times you tell her." Agent Sullivan said as the two looked through the window to the interview room where Persephone sat.
"That's what I'm afraid of." Agent Porter answered. "I think it's time to pull her out too, considering we found who we were looking for." The two men nodded at each other.
"I'll call local law enforcement for you." Sullivan said. "Tell them why their fugitive won't be attending her trial."
"Thanks." Porter said, trying to think of how to help Olivia in any way he could. "Any ideas on how to help her remember?" He asked.
The two stood in silence for a moment before Sullivan spoke. "I think I have one that might work."