Chapter 3

But what will Elliot say when she tells him that she has Schizophrenia.

The next afternoon, Elliot came over to Olivia's house because she never came into work. He knew something had to be wrong because Olivia has never missed a shift in 13 years. He drove over to her house and instead of knocking, he decided to just walk in and see for his own eyes if everything was okay. The moment Elliot Stabler stepped into the house, it reeked of alcohol. He made a face at the intensifying smell and kept searching through her house, trying to find a hint of what could be wrong. He couldn't find anything.

He made his way slowly into Olivia's bedroom and found her there lying on top of the covers, still in last nights clothing.

"Liv?" Elliot said, while gently shaking her shoulder. He frowned a little and continued to try and wake her from her deep sleep.

"Liv…?" He reached for her arm and took her pulse, it was really low and she was barely breathing. "Jesus…"

Elliot sprang into action and pulled out his phone. "This is Elliot Stabler to portable, I need a bus at 4592 Brooklyn Avenue, and hurry, we have a cop down." Elliot tossed his phone on the bed and quickly kept trying to awaken the unresponsive Olivia.

The impatient Detective Stabler paced in the waiting room of the hospital like a nervous husband. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever have thought this would happen to Olivia, he had no idea that he could worry this much over her…

"Detective Stabler?" Said a doctor wearing white, coming out of Olivia's room.

"Yes." He said quickly.

"Ms. Benson is going to be okay…" The doctor said calmly.

"Then what happened?" Elliot said a little less tense.

"It seems that Ms. Benson drove herself into an alcohol poisoning spiral. Were you aware that she could be considered an alcoholic? By what we have examined, she has consumed too much alcohol for her system to handle, and by the looks of it, her system can't take another drop.

Elliot frowned; he was completely unaware of the danger Olivia has been putting herself through. He didn't know whether to be furious with her or upset. Either way, he walked into her room quietly and shut the door behind him.

"Olivia?" He said to her, standing by her bed.

"Hey, El…" She said looking up to him with her sad brown eyes.

He simply shook his head, not knowing where to begin.

"You scared me…" Was all that he could muster up the courage to say at this point.

She looked down at her hands "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"You have to tell me what's going on, Liv. If you don't, you can't come back to work…"

She got a little tearful and looked away. "I can't, El. Please, I can handle this on my own. Just trust me okay?"

"Trust you?" He said. "You came to the precinct drunk last night, Liv! I had to drive you home and put your damn seatbelt on because you couldn't figure out how! I can't see you like that again, and certainly not because you're upset. So either tell me what's going on or I'm walking out the door." He pointed towards the door angrily.

Olivia sat in silence, debating on which move to take next. "It's nothing, I promise you. I don't need help, you know me Elliot."

Elliot simply shook his head and walked out the door…

More to come soon!