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Olivia woke up the next morning and walked in to the bathroom tiredly. She hadn't had much sleep yet again and was in desperate need of a steaming hot shower to wake her up.

The brunette turned on the taps and made sure that the temperature of the streaming water was hot enough before beginning to strip out of her silk red and black pyjamas in front of the mirror. Olivia gasped at the brusing on her shoulders, that resembled her partner's hands. He'd squeezed her so hard that the bruising was so dark, it was pitch black.

"Oh God," she whimpered as she ran her hand softly over the brusing on her left shoulder.

Elliot had never physically hurt her before and it was still a shock that he had actually done that now.

It got to the point where Olivia couldn't stand to look at herself in the mirror anymore. She felt ashamed that she had let the man that she secretly loved hurt her and didn't do a damn thing to stop him, she had just stood there and let him do it.

Out of frustration, Olivia's right fist clenched up tightly, it then flew up and collided with the bathroom mirror before she could even think about it. Large shards of mirrored glass fell in to the bathroom sink as Olivia vented her anger, frustration and pain in a loud growl.

The brunette looked down at her right hand. Her knuckles were pouring out with blood. She'd cut them up pretty badly.

"Shit," she cursed in a murmur as she quickly and tightly wrapped a hand towel around her hand to slow down the bleeding until she could get to a hospital. Olivia just wanted to have a shower first.

The detective quickly showered and dressed in a baggy grey NYPD t-shirt, grey sweat pants and just a simple pair of black flip-flops. She then caught a cab to the closest hospital.

That was two hours ago and she was still sitting in the waiting room, waiting to be called in. Olivia was sitting there, bored, just watching people walk in and out of the busy Mt Sinai Medical Center Emergency Department. In a flow of people entering, the brunette noticed Elliot and Fin. She held her breath, hoping that two of her co-workers didn't notice her sitting there in the jam-packed waiting room. Unfortunately for the brown eyed detective, they did see her and slowly approached.

"Hey, baby girl. What happened to your hand?" Fin asked, seeing her bandaged up hand with blood seeping through the white cotton.

Olivia looked down at her hand and back up at Fin before shrugging her shoulders, like it was nothing. "It's nothing, Fin," she replied with a small fake smile.

"Liv, can we talk please?" Elliot butted in, almost begging.

Fin spoke up before Olivia needed to, since he caught sigh of the glare tht she was giving her partner. "Come on, Elliot, we gotta interview the vic. Just remember that you are only with me 'cause Munch is out sick, man. See you later, Liv," Fin said and pulled the handsome blue eyed detective away with him.

"Bye, Fin."

"Liv!" Elliot called out.

Olivia sighed and rolled her eyes at the persistence of Stabler, but luckily a nurse came to her rescue by calling her name out.

"Olivia Benson?"

Olivia got up from the chair, saying, "yes," before following the short, young, dark brown haired, brown eyed nurse in to a curtained off area.

"Have a seat on the bed, Miss Benson. Doctor O'Neal will be with you in a minute."

The brunette sat down on the bed and nodded. "Thank you," she replied and watched the nurse walk away, sliding the curtain closed behind her.

Olivia hated hospitals, so the quicker she got out, the better.

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Forty minutes and six stitches in her hand later, Olivia was heading out of the still very busy hospital, when she felt a very familiar, strong, long, thick fingers close around her slender wrist, successfully stopping her from walking away.

"Olivia," the voice spoke softly.

Olivia turned around and looked in to those gorgeous cerulean blues. She could see the love and the fear that he was going to lose her for good this time, in his eyes.

"Liv, you said that you'd allow me to convince you that you should stay. How can I do that if you won't let me talk to you?" He asked, hurt, that she wasn't giving him a chance to change her mind about leaving her home, her job, her co-workers. Her life. His life.

The brunette bit her bottom lip as she considered what Elliot had just said to her. 'Should I? Or shouldn't I?'

A moment later, the female detective sighed and licked her lips. "Ok, Elliot. Come to my apartment about eight tonight and you will have my undivided attention, so you better make it good," she told him. "Now get back to work. I have some things I need to do at home, that I haven't had time for."

Elliot nodded, in understanding. "Thanks, Olivia. I'll see you tonight."

"Mm-hm," Olivia replied, uninterested and walked out to catch the next avaliable taxi.

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Elliot walked back to Fin, whom had been around the corner, listening to the conversation. He had hated the idea but decided that if something bad happened that it was on Elliot. He was a big boy and could handle himself. Fin also knew that no matter how much Olivia liked his big brother like protection, she'd hate it if he did it too often or went too far and he'd end up getting some of the anger she felt toward Stabler.

Fin shook his head at Elliot. "You're one lucky bastard, you know that, Stabler. I was actually expecting her to totally go off her head at you," he said with a laugh.

Elliot smirked. "She can't resist me. She'll stay."

"Man, you're fooling yourself. She's already left two times and both were because of you. What makes you think she won't leave again this time?"

"If she goes, I know that she'll come back again. She'll miss me too much," Elliot replied more to himself then Fin. He was trying to believe himself.

Fin shook his head again, in disbelief. "If you think so. We gotta head back to the station."

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Eight o'clock came quickly and found Olivia sitting cross legged on her couch, with a glass of whiskey in hand. It was only her second drink, since she decided not to be drunk when Elliot came over.

The sound of the intercom buzzer startled the brunette out of her though. She knew that it was her partner, so she took a moment to prepare herself as she stood before heading over to the intercom and pressed the answer button.

"Yes?"

"Liv, it's Elliot."

Olivia sighed and buzzed him in. "Come up," she replied and went back to the couch.

A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in, Elliot. It's unlocked," she called out.

The blue eyed detective slowly opened the door, walked in and softly closed it behind him. "Liv?"

"Come on, Elliot. Time's wasting, hurry up.," she said with her back to him, from the couch.

Elliot nervously approached slowly and sat down on the coffee table, in front of her. He looked at her up and down. She was comfortably dressed in a pair of silky black pyjamas and her hair was wet and freshly washed.

"Stop staring at me, Elliot. What are in the bags?" She spoke sternly, eyeing the paper bags on each side of him.

Elliot lifted up the left bag, "your favourite Chinese meal," he said and put it back down, lifting up the right. "Your favourite chocolate."

The brown eyed female detective furrowed her eyebrows at the man sitting in front of her. "You think briding me with my favourite Chinese and my favourite chocolate is going to get me to stay?!" She asked and stood up. "Unbelievable," Olivia muttered and started to pace around the living room. "You have sixteen hours left. You can go now."

Stabler stood up with a defeated sigh and looked at Olivia, who was still pacing around the room. "Liv..."

"Go! Please....Just go," the brunette practically begged before going in to her bedroom and shutting the door behind her.

Elliot bowed his head and walked out of the apartment, making sure the door locked behind him.

He didn't have much time left to convince the love of his life to stay.