(A/N: Here is Chapter 6. Hope you enjoy.)

He shot up from the bed and gasped. Tears ran down his face and he closed his eyes.

George stirred next to him and sat up, looking at Elliot before nuzzling his neck slowly.

The taller man slowly relaxed, feeling George breathe against his neck.

"El," George began.

"I'm fine," Elliot said curtly.

"Please talk to me, Elliot. I want to help," George said, looking at Elliot.

Elliot tensed and George felt the movement. "I don't want to talk about it," Elliot said with finality.

"The talking will help. It'll help me be able to help you." George knew he was pushing. He knew that it was still too soon for Elliot, but that wasn't going to keep him from trying. This wasn't about him being a psychiatrist; it was about doing anything to make his partner feel at ease.

"I don't need you in my fucking head right now," Elliot snarled as he got off the bed. He wiped his face and he limped quickly from the bedroom.

George watched him leave and he sighed. He turned on the bedside lamp and leaned back against the headboard. He needed to find a way to get Elliot to open up. Elliot kept having these nightmares- almost every time Elliot closed his eyes he would either wake up in a cold sweat or crying.

George got out of the bed and walked towards where he had heard Elliot's footsteps when he had left. He went into the guest bedroom and saw that Elliot was just sitting on the bed and looking down.

George climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Elliot's middle. He felt so fragile with the loss of weight and muscle mass.

"I don't need the doc," Elliot said softly.

George pressed a kiss to the back of Elliot's neck. "I wasn't trying to be that way, Elliot. I want you to be able sleep a little better. I don't want to see you like that; I want you to be able to rest as peaceful as possible."

Elliot sighed. "I can't tell you right now. I can't."

"It's okay. Let's try to get some sleep," George said as he let go of Elliot and lay down. Elliot lay down and faced George. He laid his head on George's chest, hearing George's heartbeat.

"I'm sorry," Elliot said.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," George said, running his fingers through Elliot's hair.


Elliot heard George's raised voice in the living room. He got off the bed and limped towards the living room.

"He's not ready, Don. I don't care!" George yelled into the phone.

"George?" Elliot said and George turned to look at him. Anger was burning in George's eyes and the look made Elliot freeze.

"I'll call you back," George said when he saw the distant look in Elliot's eyes and the rigid stance. George hung up the phone and walked slowly towards Elliot. "El?"

George's anger subsided and he cupped Elliot's cheek. Elliot blinked and looked at George.

"You okay?" George asked.

"Yeah," Elliot said, moving away from George's hand. "I'm fine," he said as his eyes darted around the room.

George saw the nervousness in Elliot's eyes and the fear. He hated seeing fear in Elliot's eyes, especially when he knew he was the cause of it.

"What was that all about?" Elliot asked, trying to divert George's attention from him.

George looked away from him, not wanting to tell him.

Elliot waited for him to speak. George knew he wasn't going to be able to lie to him- he was going to find out one way or another and George wasn't going to let him hear it from someone else.

"Don said that you might have to testify," George said softly.

Elliot's eyes widened. "I thought that there was enough evidence," he whispered to himself. He paled visibly.

George reached for Elliot, but he flinched away and left for the bathroom. George followed after a second and found Elliot bent over the toilet throwing up. Elliot was breathing hard, and then he started to dry heave.

George rubbed Elliot's back carefully. Elliot started to relax and George went to the sink, filling a cup with water and handing it to Elliot.

"Rinse your mouth out," George said. Elliot complied and spit the water into the sink.

George took the cup and placed it back on the counter. He then led Elliot out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. George helped Elliot lay down and then lay down with him. Elliot placed his face into the crook of George's neck and George felt tears against his neck.

"We don't know yet," George said softly. "They might not need you to come into court. But we're going to have to prepare for if you do."

Elliot shook his head.

"What are you thinking?" George asked. Elliot just pulled George tighter and didn't say anything. George sighed and let Elliot cling onto him. "Please, Elliot. Please talk to me," George said softly.

Elliot shook his head again. George waited for him to say something.

"I can't look at him. I don't want to see him. Don't make me have to face him," Elliot mumbled. He sounded so broken.

George's heart clenched and he took a deep breath. He was becoming so angry thinking about what that asshole had done to Elliot. "It's going to be okay, El. Just sleep," George said finally. It took a while but soon Elliot was relaxed and falling asleep.

When George was sure Elliot was asleep, he slipped out of his embrace and off the bed. He got dressed and went to the living room to get his phone. He called quickly dialed a number and waited for an answer. "Olivia. Are you busy?"


George walked into the 1-6 and straight to Cragen's office. He could feel eyes on him but he ignored them. He knocked on the office door. When he heard a muffled, "Come in," he opened the door, and Cragen looked up. George closed the door and stood there and looked at Cragen.

"I didn't make that decision. We have enough to keep that monster in prison for the rest of his life. He's saying that he was coerced into kidnapping Elliot and that his friends were the ones who hurt and raped him. He might be able to get a lower sentence just by naming some people. Only Elliot can tell us whether he was alone with him the whole month or if his friends were really involved. The DA wants anything and everything that will put him in jail and anyone involved with him," Cragen said softly.

"He became sick when I told him," George explained. "He has nightmares all the time."

"I understand, but we more than likely will have to do this. I don't want to, George. We haven't even gotten a statement from him. I've been delaying it and we'll need one by the end of the week," Cragen said.

George just shook his head. "I'm not going to push him. I'll see what I can do but I'm not jeopardizing his health or his trust. He comes first right now," he said before leaving the office. He needed to get back to Elliot before he woke up. He knew Elliot was safe because Olivia was there, but he still needed to be there.


Elliot knew something was wrong. George wasn't next to him. He was also in pain and he didn't want to walk into the living room to see if he was there. He felt nauseous when his mind went back to what George had told him earlier. He felt pathetic and weak. He'd thrown up and cried himself to sleep just because he was scared. He was so scared to think that he had to face him again.

"George?" he called. He heard footsteps and sighed. He looked up at the door and saw Olivia, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Hi," he said.

"Hey. George sent me because he needed to talk to the Captain. Did you need something?" Olivia asked.

Elliot took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He tried not to think about what they might be talking about. "I need my medicine and some water. It's in the kitchen on the table," he said as he sat up on the bed.

Olivia came back with water and gave Elliot the medicine and pills.

Elliot took the pills, drank all the water, and then leaned back against the headboard. He waited a few minutes before moving to the edge of the bed and he looked at Olivia.

"How long has he been gone?" He asked.

"Just an hour. He should be back soon," Olivia said looking at Elliot in concern. He looked pale and tired.

Elliot stood and limped to the bedroom door. Olivia moved out of his way and he went into the living room. Olivia followed, watching him as he sat on the couch and lay back.

"Sit, you're making me nervously," Elliot said with a small smile. It didn't reach his eyes though.

Olivia could see how nervous Elliot was so she sat down next to Elliot.

"Are you hungry?" Olivia asked.

"I don't think I'd be able to keep anything down right now but thank you," Elliot said before looking at the apartment door.

He looked at Olivia and then back at the door. "I'm sorry I'm such bad company," Elliot said and Olivia smiled at Elliot.

"I don't care about that, El," she said and Elliot relaxed a little.

They sat in silence and Elliot would look at the door occasionally. It opened and George came in. He gave Elliot a small smile before walking over to the couch.

"How are you," he asked.

"Better," Elliot said.

Olivia stood and looked at Elliot. "I have to go to work," she said.

"See you later, Liv," Elliot said. He wanted to stand but thought better since his ankle was still throbbing.

"I'll come see you, soon," she said.

"Thank you," George said walking Olivia to the door.

"It's not a problem. I'll be here whenever you need me," she said and she walked out of the door. George closed it and locked it.

"She's still not happy with," Elliot said.

"Doesn't matter right now," George said and Elliot nodded understanding.

George sat next to Elliot and Elliot leaned against him. "What did Cragen say?" Elliot asked.

He needed to know no matter how upset it made him.

"You have to make a statement by the end of the week," George said. He didn't want to tell Elliot the other part. He needed him to concentrate on making a statement.

Elliot closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. "I'm not sure if I can," he said softly.

"I'll be there with you. Just worry about tomorrow's session with Dr. David and after that we'll worry about the statement," George said grabbing Elliot's hand and squeezing it.

"Okay," Elliot said trying to ignore the churning in his stomach.