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"She doesn't even know who I am," Elliot whispered as the tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Cragen stepped forward and laid one hand on the younger man's shoulder, unsure of what to say.

Finally, he cleared his throat and looked into Elliot's eyes, then said, "She's still Olivia, Elliot. She's just… lost right now. Believe me, she'll come back to you. Just don't lose faith in her."

Cameron appeared from Olivia's room and looked at the men who immediately surrounded her. "How is she?" Elliot and Cragen asked simultaneously.

She sighed and looked at them, then softly said, "She has basic motor functions and knows how to do most things. She just doesn't remember anything about herself, or the people she knows."

"When will she regain her memory?" Cragen questioned, and Cameron shrugged her shoulders.

"That's hard to say, sir. She could regain all of them tonight, or she might not ever remember. The best thing anyone can do for her right now is to be patient with her, and try to remind her of things she knows. Show her pictures, or just talk to her. Sometimes victims of amnesia snap out of it at the voice or sight of a loved one," she explained, jamming her hands into the pockets of her white lab coat.

Elliot nodded slowly and walked back into Olivia's room, his footsteps timid and unsure. As he came closer to the bed, her eyes opened, and she looked up at him. "Hi, Olivia," he said quietly, standing beside the bed.

"Hi," she murmured uncertainly, staring up into his cerulean eyes. He gave her a small smile, and as he did, something hit her.

"When I agreed to have dinner with you, I thought we'd be sitting down."

"A guy should know where his partner eats lunch."

"You and this job are all I've got left. I don't wanna mess that up."

"Look how great you turned out."

"I'd give you my kidney."

When she opened her eyes, he was hovering over her, his cerulean eyes wide with fear and concern.

"Olivia? Liv, are you okay?" he demanded. "Do you need me to get Dr. Cameron back in here?" She shook her head slowly, her breaths coming in controlled amounts. Once she felt more in control, she looked up at the man again, and suddenly, she wasn't quite so afraid. There was something about the way he was looking at her, the way he spoke to her, that made her feel safe and told her that she had no reason to fear him or think that he might hurt her.

Leaning back against the pillows, she continued to stare into his eyes as she said softly, "What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?"

He sank down into the chair beside her bed and rested his hands on his knees, then said, "Olivia, you were… in an accident. You hit your head pretty bad, and you have amnesia."

She gasped softly. "Is it permanent?" she questioned. "I mean, will I ever get my memory back?"

"I don't know, Liv"

"And why do you keep calling me Liv?" He could see that she was becoming frustrated. "This isn't fair! Why can't I remember anything?" she demanded, on the verge of tears. He started to talk, but she rolled onto her side, facing the wall, and let out a sob.

Her pain was breaking his heart, and it killed him that he couldn't help her.

The best thing anyone can do for her right now is to be patient with her, and try to remind her of things she knows. Show her pictures, or just talk to her. Sometimes victims of amnesia snap out of it at the voice or sight of a loved one, Dr. Cameron's voice rang in his ears, and he leaned forward and began to speak softly.

"Your name is Olivia Serena Benson, and you are the kindest, sweetest, toughest and bravest woman I've ever known in my entire life," he said softly, and she slowly rolled back over to look into his eyes. "Your favorite movie is Fools Rush In, but you tell everyone that it's Die Hard, because you think that they'll see you as weak. You love romance novels, long bubble baths, and rainy nights, but you would die before you would admit it to anyone."

"How do you know so much about me?" she asked softly, mystified.

He leaned forward and grinned a little as he shook her hand. "I know all of this because we hang out all the time, when we're not working, and sometimes when we are. Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Elliot Stabler, and I'm your best friend." He paused. "The nickname? That's something we've used since day one. I call you Liv, and you call me El, except when you're mad at me. But that's usually when I go and hide." He chuckled a little.

"Elliot," she repeated softly, and a warm smile came over her face before she could stop it. "It's nice to meet you, Elliot Stabler."

He smiled and tried to swallow the lump that had risen in his throat. "And it's nice to meet you too, Olivia Benson."

TBC...

A/N: Ya, ya, I know it was short. But I promise that the next one'll be muuuuch longer. So go review,.my bunnies!