Sentencing was at four. Olivia had changed into an old pair of faded jeans that were fraying at the ends and in other places and an old t-shirt. Most of her makeup was gone and she had done her best to make her hair look slightly rumpled. She stood before the judge waiting for the old man to read her name, the charges that she was convicted of, and how long she would be facing prison time.

"Rose Lewison," the judge began, his expression monotonous, "I hereby sentence you to two years in Havencrest Correctional Facility for the possession of illegal substances."

The gavel pounded into the block of wood beneath it. Two officers took Olivia into custody. This was it; there was no turning back now. She willed the feelings of panic to go away. She was taken to bus that would deliver her to Havencrest. Just like Sealview.

There were ten other women on the bus with her. At least half of them looked as if they hadn't showered in days, and a fourth of them were dressed for their job on a street corner. Olivia then turned her attention to the outside. She could see ever-extending expanses of green grass through the dingy window. Her fingers aimlessly picked at a hole in the old, ratty leather of the seat beneath her.

Her thoughts were once again drawn back to Elliot. She knew that by now he would know that she was gone. She knew he'd be beyond pissed. His anger, at first, had intimidated her a bit, but she had gotten used to and now found it to be a bit endearing in its own way. The direction of his anger was towards rapists and child molesters more times than not. His dedication was strong to not only catching these criminals but also to his family. She'd never seen a man so good with his kids. Why did she have to fall in love with a married man? She tried to have relationships with men, but they weren't Elliot. No one seemed to compare. Perhaps this undercover assignment would be a good thing. Maybe some extended time away from him would help her to get over him.

The ride to Havencrest was twenty minutes. Olivia and the other inmates were filed off of the bus and into the facility. Just like Sealview, they were ordered to place their clothes into a plastic tub before they were rushed into the showers. Her entire body tensed when the water hit her body. The temperature was between cold and warm sending a slight shiver through her body. Old towels were handed out for them to dry off on before they were given all new clothing including pants and a shirt of that same orange Olivia had worn once before. This was how she was going to look every day for the next months of her life. She once again had a pair of plain, slip-on shoes gray in color.

Olivia and a few others of the new inmates were taken to the B-block of the prison. A cell was opened for her. The male guard lightly pushed her inside and quickly slammed the cell shut behind her. She stuck her hand through the designated spot in the bars so that the cuffs could be removed from her wrists. She turned around and noticed that her cell was already occupied by another person. She was short. Olivia guessed she was only about five feet-three inches. Her hair was long and dark-brown, and her eyes were such a dark brown that they could be mistaken for black. The woman looked young; maybe twenty-five. She was lying on the top bunk so Olivia took her place on the bottom.

"So, what'd you get caught for," she asked.

Olivia was surprised by the sound of the woman's voice. "Possession," she answered simply. "You?"

"Possession, attempted murder. Name?"

"Rose. Yours?"

"Natalie, but you can call me Nat. Welcome to Havencrest," she added sarcastically.

"Yeah this place looks like a dump."

"Well, it is a dump. I've been here five years and I still have three more. How long did you get?"

"Two years. Anything I should worry about?" Olivia asked.

"The guards. You'll want to watch out for some of the guards. They like to push us around. If they want you to go somewhere they'll drag you there. They don't hesitate to take a whack at you for doing something whether you did it or not. And the biggest thing is to watch out for the friendly ones. A couple of the women have complained about the guards touching them inappropriately. Nothing horribly serious, just hands on their breast or ass. A couple of them said one of the guards put their hand in their pants."

Olivia swallowed hard remembering what Harris had done to her; how his hands had touched her all over. "Great, just what I need," she groaned and flopped back onto the bed. She stared at the bottom of the top bunk until all of the inmates in blocks A through C were escorted to dinner.

"Move it! Faster! We don't have all night!" One of the guards was shouting as he moved the women along.

Olivia caught a glimpse of Dean. He had been assigned as a guard to B-block. She felt a bit of relief knowing that he was close.

Natalie leaned over and whispered to her, "Just follow me. There are a lot of crowds that you don't want to get involved with."

"No talking!" another guard bellowed towards them.

In the cafeteria, three lines were formed. Olivia made sure to stay with Natalie. She frowned at the indistinguishable food that was slopped onto her tray. This brought her back to the days she spent at school with the horrible food and the "cliques." As she followed Natalie to a table, she saw a few other inmates giving her less than friendly glares. The little round table she found herself sitting at consisted of three other people besides Natalie and herself. Dinner was a blur. Olivia said maybe a total of two sentences. She was still trying to adjust to the idea of being a prisoner for at least the next month of her life. She knew she would have to have more of a voice if she wanted to find anything out from these women.

When the time for "lights out" came, Olivia was nervous. She didn't trust herself not to wake up screaming, but, slowly, she found herself drifting to sleep. She was truly exhausted.

She could feel someone shaking her awake and telling her to wake up.

"Rose!" the soft voice called to her. "C'mon, wake up!"

Olivia's eyes fluttered open. She noticed her chest was heaving and the all too familiar feeling of sweat coated her body. She realized she'd had another nightmare.

"Hey," Natalie said looking down at Olivia in concern as she stood next to the bed, "you ok? You were tossing around pretty bad and saying some stuff."

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. "Sorry for waking you."

A sudden, angry voice broke into the conversation. "Hey! You two! Get back in bed and shut up! Or do I need to take some action?"

Olivia and Natalie looked towards the guard that stood outside of their cell. Olivia kept her internal panic at bay. The guard wore the same uniform as Harris had. He even had a slight resemblance to Harris. She just wanted him to go back to wherever he'd been before he decided to scold to inmates that were out of bed and talking in the middle of the night.

"No," Natalie answered staring the guard down.

"No…?"

"No, Sir," Natalie said.

"That's better," he smirked in satisfaction before walking off, the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor lingering in the distance.

In Queens, Elliot unlocked the front door to his house that he shared with his wife and his children that hadn't yet grown up and left. He glanced at his watch; 11:38 pm. It was actually a bit earlier than his usual time of arrival. He hadn't been able to concentrate or focus at work since he'd found out that Olivia had left without a word. Work just wasn't the same without her and he frowned at the idea of having a new partner for any length of time. Olivia was his partner, not Munch, not Fin, and not anyone else that Cragen might bring in. He remembered how well things had gone when the detective, Lucius Blaine, from Queens SVU had been brought in. They had started a brawl right in the middle of the squad room. And he remembered Dani Beck. He and Kathy were separated, and the only reason he had gone out with his temporary partner was because he so desperately wanted her to be Olivia. But she wasn't because no one would ever be Olivia Benson.

"Elliot," Kathy's voice called out to him from the kitchen table.

"Hey, what are you doing up so late?" he asked. She was usually asleep in bed by eleven.

"Sit down, Elliot. I need to talk to you." Her tone was serious and that scared him.

He pulled out one of the wooden chairs for himself. "What's going on, Kathy? Did something happen?"

Kathy took a deep breath, "I want a divorce."

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Little bit of a cliffhanger there, but I think we all want Elliot and Kathy to be over and done! Elliot will really look at his feeling for Olivia in the next chapter. Please tell me what you think(:

xoxo

~Liv