Chapter 4

"Liv…we're here.." Elliot got out of the car. He went around and opened her door. She sighed and followed him to the door, pulling out her key and letting them in.

"Thanks Elliot." She said, expecting him to leave.

"No problem. Now…can I get you anything?" He asked.

"No thanks..I don't think so. I think I'm just going to go bed…I'm sure I'll be alright tomorrow. See you." Again, she hoped he'd take the hint.

"I don't think so." He snorted. "Nice try though."

She sighed again and sat down. "What do you want to know?" She asked, defeated.

"What happened? Do you remember what you dreamed about?" He was dead serious.

"No." She answered too quickly. Her eyes met his and she couldn't contain herself anymore. She didn't even know why but her cheeks flushed and hot tears spilled out of her eyes.

He was caught a bit off guard but it didn't effect him. He pulled her into his arms without a word. He just held her there, not moving, for close to twenty minutes until she finally started to drift off. It was then that he spoke. "Olivia.." He started. "Talk to me, please."

She sniffed and pulled away. "I don't know what to say…I'm sorry…I'm so embarrassed, I'm so sorry…" She blushed. She couldn't believe she'd been that week in front of him.

"Don't be sorry and don't be embarrassed, okay? I promise you everything is going to be alright, just talk to me. Whatever it is, you can talk to me. Okay? Please, just talk to me."

She nodded slowly and answered shakily. "I…whenever I get sick…even just a little sick, I get these nightmares. They're more like…Not nightmares. I don't know. They're more like flashbacks. I don't really know…" She was getting upset again, just thinking about it. She started to feel really sick. "I'm sorry." She stood up & ran to the bathroom to throw up.

Elliot ran after her, getting a cold, wet washcloth and sitting on the floor with her, rubbing circles on her back. "Easy.." he whispered. "Breathe."

She nodded, indicating that she was done, and laid back in his arms. "I'm sorry." She whispered again. "You don't have to stay, I'm fine now." She tried to get up but fell back, landing on the floor, more embarrassed than when she'd started. She got incredibly angry with herself as she felt the tears again.

"Come on, we have to put you to bed now." He said quietly as he helped her up. "Hold on to me, I won't let you fall." He promised.

She was so humiliated. 'Kill me already' was all she could think as he pulled the covers up and tucked her in.

"Olivia…can you talk to me about your…dreams? Flashbacks? Whatever they are?" He begged. "Please, Liv…I want to help you."

She shook her head. "I can't…El, I'm okay. It's only when I'm sick. I can deal with it." This part was true. At least it wasn't all the time, right?

"Olivia…I know you can deal with it. I also know that you don't have to. I don't want you to. Please just talk to me! What do I have to do to get you trust me?" He was getting frustrated and feeling entirely helpless, which was a feeling that Elliot Stabler did not do well with.

"Okay…I'm sorry…I just don't know how to talk about it…I trust you, Elliot. I really do. I…Here goes…"

A/N: More? I dunno. Review. I'm sorry my updates suck lately...I'm trying really hard to keep up in school.