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"What do we got ?" Elliot asked arriving at the crime scene.

"Male, late twenties, early thirties, beaten, stabbed, and left with his pants down," Warner explained as she examined what she could of the body.

Elliot showed the police his badge and they let him on the other side of the police rope and walked over to where Melinda was standing over the body.

"Wait a minute," Elliot said looking at the face of the man, "I know who this is."

"Who?" Melinda questioned.

"Liv's brother," he answered, "That's Simon."

Melinda gave a frown and wrote Simon's name down on the paper she was taking notes on. "I'll let you know more once the autopsy is done."

Elliot was left standing there in the dark of the night alone. He didn't know how he was going to break it to Liv that her brother was now dead. He didn't think she could handle it. No, he knew she couldn't. He took out his cell phone and dialed the captain's number.

"Cragen," he answered.

"We have a situation," Elliot explained running his hand across his face. "The victim is Simon Marsden."

"Damn," Cragen said, "Get home to Liv. I can't have you working this case."

"Cap'n, I can handle it," Elliot argued, "I just don't know how I'm gonna break it to her."

"The results from the autopsy won't be in until tomorrow so go ahead and head home," Cragen demanded.

"Thanks Cap'n. Bye."

Elliot hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket but he still didn't move from his position. Everything around him seemed to be moving in a blur and he was just standing. He wished Olivia had a good life so he could just tell her he loved her but, he knew she couldn't handle it right now. She would push him away. He kicked a small rock that was in front of his path and headed back to his car where he would drive home and crawl in bed with Olivia.

"Back so soon?" Olivia asked when she felt his side of the bed shift position.

"Yeah," he said in a sulky voice, "The autopsy results won't be in until tomorrow."

"Oh," Olivia mumbled.

"Liv," Elliot said lifting the covers over his body, "There's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?" she asked waking up a little more.

"The victim is… Simon," he blurted.

"What?" Olivia cried, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure Liv," Elliot said, "I'm really sorry."

Olivia sat up on the bed an hid her face in her hands. She was crying again for the umpteenth time this week. How could this be happening? Her family was falling right before her eyes. She was one of them.

"Liv," Elliot said rubbing his hand up and down her back, "It's okay. It'll be okay. I promise. I'm here for you Liv."

Olivia was now sobbing hysterically and shaking pretty bad. Elliot wanted to just wrap her up in his arms and never let her go. He didn't know what was stopping him so he just reached out slowly and pulled her into his chest. She didn't resist. He could feel her tears hitting his chest as she cried into the heat of the night.

"It's okay," he kept whispering, "It'll all be okay. Calm down. Just calm down." He would mess with her hair an give her an occasional kiss on the top of her head to keep reminding her that she wasn't alone. That he would always be there.

When he felt her breathing even out and her cries soften he looked down to see if she was asleep. She was, so he gave her one last gentle kiss and closed his eyes himself.

"Nobody will ever love you. You're not worth it."

Olivia was sitting on the couch listening to her mother talk about how she would never amount to anything in life. Choking to keep the tears quiet so her mom wouldn't notice.

"You were already hard to love and now you go get a job like this…"

Then suddenly she felt a cold metal against her temple. She was outside and Rojas was standing behind her. She kept focusing on Elliot and trying to calm herself down so Rojas wouldn't see her fear.

"Why would I lie to you now?" she asked with a shaky voice. Then BAM. She was on the ground. She could hear Elliot screaming her name and telling someone to call a bus.

"The blood is his," she said rolling over into Elliot's hands.

"Liv," Elliot said shaking her carefully, "Olivia, wake up. You were having a nightmare."

She woke up startled and then she felt Elliot's warm hand on her shoulder/ She didn't know why she was having a nightmare about Rojas. She hadn't had one about him in a good while and she didn't see the significance in them now. She hadn't even thought about him until the dream.

"Rojas?" Elliot questioned.

"It's never going to get easier," she whispered, "I can't do this anymore."

"Shh," he comforted, "I'm sorry this is happening. I really am but, you aren't alone. You have me."

"I'll just screw your life up like I do everybody else's."

"Olivia, that's not true and you know it."

"Nobody has ever truly cared about me," she said through her tears. "Not my father, not my mother, not the cop who came to my house drunk one night and left even though he saw me crying behind the door, not Porter, not anyone."

"Here's the thing Olivia," he said softly, "You didn't say my name. And you can't because it would be a lie. You aren't listening to me when I tell you that I am here for you. I love you."

She laid there quietly not saying anything. Did she hear him right? Did he really just say what she thought he did?

"I love you Olivia Benson," he said again. "I know you can't say it back to me right now and that's okay. I'll wait. I'll wait forever if I have to. Just know that I am here for you. I'm always right here."

Her tears subsided and she laid her head back down on his chest and listened to the beating of his heart for the rest of the night and into the morning