A/N: Sorry for the delay, I wanted to finish Melody first! Please read and review.
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Last time:
Elliot turned around. "I can't believe that you would go to the other side of the country, get drunk and get knocked up!"
Olivia bit her bottom lip in an attempt to hold back her tears which had stilled momentarily in the yelling, some rebellious ones still managed to fall. "I'm sorry. It was foolish, I always knew that. I have already punished myself for it," she whispered, but Elliot still heard her.
He was near the door and was about to open it but stopped. Elliot turned around and went to look at Olivia had she had disappeared in to the kitchen. He could hear her heart breaking sobs. Elliot sighed before hearing a smash from the kitchen, he ran in and he gasped at the sight that he walked in to.
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Elliot walked in to the kitchen to find Olivia sitting on the cold kitchen floor, against the fridge with a large shard of glass in her right hand. She was holding it to her left wrist. Olivia was going to cut herself. Elliot gasped and ran over to her; he kneeled down beside her, trying to pry the glass from her hand.
"No, Liv! Give me the glass, baby" he begged her with some rebellious tears falling from his sad, desperate blue eyes.
Olivia shook her head, slowly. Tears streaming down her face. She either didn't notice the tears or just flat out didn't care. "No, Elliot. Leave me alone!" she seethed angrily, clutching tighter on to the shard of glass in her hand.
Elliot still tried to pry it out of her hand, but Olivia seemed to have this new found strength and he couldn't get the glass from her hand.
"Leave, Elliot" she whispered, still holding the glass just inches away from her wrist.
"No, Liv, I can't leave. I can't let you hurt yourself. You are worth too much. You can't do this, Livvie. I'm sorry" he begged again in a whisper.
Olivia closed her eyes for a second before opening them up again, revealing her chocolate brown eyes again as she looked at Elliot.
He could see the pain, anger and confusion in her beautiful eyes. He knew that she didn't really want to hurt herself. She just wanted to feel in control and for the pain to disappear.
Elliot watched Olivia's right hand as it began to shake along with the rest of her body. She began to sob again.
"Livvie, please pass me the glass" he begged again in a whisper.
Olivia slowly nodded and sniffled as she passed Elliot the shard of glass that was in her hand.
"Thank you" he said, before throwing it behind him and embracing her in a comforting hug.
As Olivia sobbed in to his shoulder, he was thinking. "I can't believe that she was really considering hurting herself. I can't believe that I was the cause of the pain to make her consider it. I can't believe that I was the one that caused her pain" He thought to himself and sighed.
"I'm sorry, baby. It's alright….It's alright" he whispered, soothingly in her ear as he rubbed soothing, circles on her back.
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After ten minutes of Olivia sobbing in to his shoulder, he noticed that she was now quiet, except for her light, even breathing. She had cried herself to sleep. Elliot uneasily got up off the floor with Olivia in his arms. He carried her in to her bedroom, which was painted a gentle cream color. He gently laid her down on her bed, covering her with the satin, dark purple comforter. Before walking out, he took a quick glance at her and smiled. Olivia looked so peaceful, like an angel, as she slept.
Elliot walked back in to the kitchen and cleaned up the broken glass before walking in to the living room, looking for a piece of paper and a pen. He sat on the couch, leaning on the coffee table as he wrote on the paper with a black pen. He wrote:
'Livvie,
You fell asleep so I've just gone home. If you need anything and I mean anything, just give me a call, anytime and I'll be here for you. I love you.
Love,
El
XOXOXO'
He nodded at what he wrote and quietly walked back in to the bedroom, placing the note on her bedside table before very quietly tip-toeing out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.
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Olivia's eyes fluttered open when the sun began to shine in to her bedroom through the window. She looked around, confused. She knew where she was, but she didn't remember climbing in to bed the night before. Olivia looked at her alarm clock beside her bed. 6:32am was clearly lit up in red digital numbers.
"I don't remember getting in to bed last night" she thought to herself before noticing a small piece of paper on the bedside table. She picked it up and read it. She smiled.
"So that's how I ended up in bed. Elliot must've carried me to bed" She thought to herself before getting up out of her nice comfy bed and walked in to the bathroom.
Olivia used the toilet and walked over to the shower. She turned on the taps and waited till the shower was the right temperature before stripping out of her clothes and hopping in under the pulsing hot water.
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Olivia walked in to the 1-6 Special Victims Unit squad room at about nine, dressed in dark blue jeans, a long purple halter neck top and black boots. Her hair was neatly brushed back, tied in a high pony-tail. She walked in, fully excepting to see Elliot sitting at his desk, doing paperwork, only to find that he wasn't there. Only Munch and a couple others were there.
"Hey girl!" Munch greeted her, cheerily. "Give me a hug"
"Hey John" Olivia greeted him back with a smile, giving him a hug.
When they pulled apart, Olivia looked around before looking back at John. "Where's El?" she asking, expecting him to tell her that he was just out on a case.
"He…ah…called in sick" he explained, sounding unconvincing, hoping that Olivia would buy it.
She didn't. Olivia Benson wasn't stupid.
"John, where is he?" she asked in desperate need to know.
John shrugged. "Crap. What am I going to tell her?" he thought.
"Tell me!" she raised her voice in frustration, sensing that something was wrong with Elliot.
She had to know. She loved him and she had to tell him.
"Tell me!" she raised her voice more, when John didn't answer.
Captain Cragen walked out of his office after hearing the commotion in his squad room. He gasped when he saw Olivia. He hadn't seen her in three months and she was like a daughter to him.
"Liv…"
Olivia looked around, hearing someone call her name. She saw Captain Cragen standing there. He was happy to see her but she could tell that something was going on. She'd known him long enough to know when he was hiding something bad.
Don walked over to Olivia and gathered her up in a big hug.
"Where have you been?" he asked her, once they had pulled away.
"Around" she stated, simply and shrugged.
"Is that all you going to give me?" he asked, slightly hurt that she wasn't going to tell him.
Olivia looked down at the floor, momentarily before looking back up at Don. "Tell me where Elliot is and I will tell you where I have been the last three months" she tried to compromise.
Cragen nodded and guided Olivia in to his office, closing the door behind them.
"Take a seat, Liv" he spoke softly before taking a seat in his chair behind his desk.
Olivia obeyed and sat down, nervously. "Don, where is he?" she asked again.
"Aren't you going to tell me where you have been first?" he asked in attempt to stall her.
Olivia wasn't taking it. "Tell me!" she began to raise her voice again in frustration.
Cragen sighed and slowly nodded. "Alright, Olivia, alright. I will tell you where Elliot is" he answered, giving in.
There was a moment of silence before Cragen opened his mouth again.
