It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open as she tried to fight the exhaustion that was over taking her body. She felt weak and defeated and finally a world of slumber took over.

Elliot, seeing her head lull to the side, entered the small room. He walked over next to her and sat down leaning his back against the wall. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I wish I could control myself but, I can't. I try and I try and I just get so damn angry." Tears were forming in his eyes and he was beginning to realize that he had to let Olivia go. "I'm going to get you to a hospital as soon as I can," he added, "I won't pick up another drink. I am... so... sorry." After that he got up and went to find a blanket so he could drape it around her to keep her warm.

Nick had just about had enough and he was at his wits end. He knew that Olivia was somewhere close by. She wouldn't go willingly without putting up a fight. Especially if Elliot was who she was with. She knew all of his weak spots. "Rollins," he called shifting his chair around so he was facing her, "You remember the night we all went to Liv's for cards?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"She was telling us about how her and Elliot would always go to some place just outside of Queens when they were both on vacation. Do you remember what it was?"

"Uh, Something like Roco's Hotel," Amanda answered, "Let's go check it out." Both detectives grabbed their jackets and set out again to find their colleague and good friend.

"Have you seen either of these two people recently?" Rollins asked holding up a picture of Elliot and Olivia to the glass barrier that separated the manager from the customers.

"Nope."

"You sure?"

"Nope."
"Listen," Amaro said getting agitated, "Look at the damn picture before I come in there and make you look at the damn picture."
"Oo," the manager said, "I look real scared, don't I?"

Amaro rolled his eyes and walked around to the hallway where he knew there was a door that would lead him into the small room. He kicked the door down and ran up behind the manager, Toby, smashing his face down against the counter and holding his arm down tightly behind his back.

"Look at the picture!" he demanded.

Toby looked up at the picture Rollins was still holding to the glass. "I haven't seen them in a long time! This is police brutality!"

"Yeah, call a cop," Amaro said before knocking some things over and then leaving.

Once in the car, Amaro let out a sigh and hit the steering wheel hard with his fists. "She could be dead."

"She's not," Amanda assured him, "She's Benson. We will find her."

Back at the precinct, the place was quiet. Don had went to an AA meeting; the first one he went to in years. He needed to go now before temptation got the best of him. John and Fin were on their way to Olivia's apartment to make sure there wasn't anything that could lead them to her and Nick and Amanda were on the long trip back to the precinct.

Elliot saw this as an opportunity to move Olivia safely to the hospital. He wouldn't get caught this way and he could see that Olivia was slowly fading away. Her wrists looked pretty hurt from the cut marks and as he carried him she lay limp in his arms.

"You're going to be okay," Elliot cried as he carried her up the stairs with a blanket tucked around her, "I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry." His tears blurred his vision as he ran out into the dark of the Manhattan night and hailed a cab. "Mercy General," he ordered the driver, "Please hurry."

When the arrived Elliot quickly pulled his self together and carried Olivia into the emergency room. "I need help!"

A nurse who had saw him walk in came to his side and took a look at Olivia. "What happened to her?"

Elliot shrugged, "I don't know. I found her. Please. You have to help her!"

"I need a bed over here!" the nurse called and a young lady wearing blue scrubs came rushing to their side pushing a hospital bed. Elliot watched as they wheeled her away and ushered him to the waiting area.

"We should call the hospitals," Fin suggested to John.

"I already did," John sighed, "No Olivia Benson anywhere."

"I'll try again." Fin took his phone out of his pocket and dialed all the numbers to all the hospitals in the area.

"Hi, this is Detective Tutuola with the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. Could you tell me if you have a patient by the name of Olivia Benson?"

There was a silence for a minute on the other end of the phone and then the receptionist replied. "As a matter of fact, we just got a woman by that name who came in.

"Thank you!" Fin said graciously before hanging up the phone and telling John to drive to Mercy and step on it.

Don had just walked out of the church where the AA meeting was being held that week when his cell phone started vibrating in his pocket. "Hello?"

"She's at Mercy," Fin said into the phone just as he and John pulled into the hospital parking lot.

Don looked up and across the street at the hospital and hung up his phone before saying anything. He took off running, not paying attention to traffic. He was more concerned about why Olivia was in the hospital. Whoever put her there would surely pay.

From where Elliot was sitting in the waiting room, he could see Fin and John rushing in with Don not far behind them. He knew he had to play it cool or he would blow everything. He hurried to conger a story in his head but he didn't have enough time before his three long ago co-workers were in front of him.

"What the hell did you to her, man?!" Fin had Elliot by the collar on his shirt and was inches away from his face.

"I didn't do anything!" Elliot spat, "I found her! She-she was just lying in an alley... I don't know what happened. I brought her straight here."

Fin knew that Elliot was lying but now wasn't the time to get into a heated argument. Right now his main concern was Olivia. He let go of Elliot's collar, pushing him back down into the chair. He turned and followed Don to the reception desk where they asked about Olivia's condition.

"She's actually just been taken to a room," the young man explained, "She was severely dehydrated and she sustained some pretty nasty cuts to her wrists where it looked like she had fought handcuffs or some sort of rope."

Don rubbed his hand down his face, hating what he was hearing. "Can we see her?"

"Sure, she's in room 201. Just take the elevator to the second floor and go to your left."

Don thanked her and then he and Fin went up to the second floor to find Olivia's room. John stayed down with Elliot, hoping to try and get some answers. They already had him for the murder of his son. They didn't really have a reason to trust him at this point.

"So, tell me where you found her at," John said sitting down in the chair next to Elliot.

"In the alley behind the precinct," he answered casually.

"Really?" John asked crossing his arms in front of his chest, "because we looked there. More than once."

"Look," Elliot said getting angry, "I found her in that alley. Maybe she wasn't there before but she definitely was when I found her."

"Elliot," John said sick of the bull-crap lies, "We found your son. He went to your house in hopes of helping you. You weren't having it though and you killed him."

Elliot shook his head with his eyes turning pink and glossy, "I didn't mean to!"

"Why did you do it?"

Elliot buried his face in his hands and shook his head, "He wouldn't stop arguing with me. I told him to leave... I couldn't control my anger and I didn't want him to get hurt! He wouldn't listen."

John sighed, believing what Elliot was saying. "I have to arrest you."

"I know," Elliot cried, standing up and putting his hands behind his back. John cuffed him, and carried him out of the hospital, taking him back to the precinct.

Meanwhile, Don and Fin were in Olivia's room, hoping to get some information out of her. She had woken up not too long ago but she seemed pretty disoriented.

"What happened?" Olivia finally asked, turning her gaze to Don.

"We were hoping you could tell us that," he said gently. "You were missing. You have some pretty bad cuts on your wrists."

She looked down at her bandaged wrists, wondering how that had happened to her. She didn't remember anything. The last thing she could recall was sitting in her apartment and watching some boring program on television.

"I don't remember," she said sadly. "How long was I missing?"

Don shot a quick look to Fin and he decided they would fill Olivia in on the details later. They didn't want to make her upset and put things in her head if it wasn't what actually happened.

"I remember watching something on TV," Olivia said quietly, "then... somebody knocked on the door. I got up to answer it and..." she stopped talking and Fin could see she was getting ready to cry.

"What is it, Liv?" he asked patting her gently on the shoulder.

She looked up to him with the first tear falling. "It was Elliot."

AN: Okay so I know this chapter was a little bit all over the place but, you need to know all of this information to understand what happens next! Did Elliot really kill Richard? Was he really the one to kidnap Olivia? Would Olivia lie to protect him? What do the others think of this?