Here's a new chapter. I changed my penname! How ya like it? I want to thanks everyone for reviewing, and I got an anonymous review from a SnurgleFluff, giving me good constructive criticism! Nice! I'm glad to see not everyone flames fics! I own nothing.
Elliot's mouth fell open in shock. He was speechless. Finally, he found words. "H-how is that possible?" he stuttered.
"It was your DNA," Melinda said.
"He was uncounscious. How could he?" Cragen spoke.
"Porter's setting me up," Elliot insisted. He wouldn't hurt Olivia for the world.
"That's what I believe," Melinda agreed. "I know you wouldn't hurt Liv. But it was yours."
"How could Porter have gotten my DNA?" Elliot asked.
"I'll have Fin and Munch check your place," Cragen said. "They can look for evidence. But we still need Olivia's word. She may have seen something of Porter setting you up."
"I'll tell Olivia," Melinda offered. Cragen nodded, and Melinda walked out of the room. She found Olivia's room, and tapped on the door gently. "Liv? Can I talk to you?"
"Yeah," Olivia said quietly.
"Liv, I ran the DNA from your rape kit," Melinda began.
"B-but Porter washed the evidence off! He dropped me in the tub," Olivia confessed.
"That's why I'm here, Liv," Melinda continued. "It wasn't Porter's DNA."
"But he did it!" Olivia protested.
"I believe you," Melinda agreed. "But the DNA was Elliot's."
"W-what?" Olivia gasped. "Elliot wasn't even awake! It wasn't him!"
"Is Porter setting Elliot up?" Alex asked.
"I'd say," Melinda admitted.
"He had to," Olivia insisted. "Elliot would never hurt me," she added in a softer tone.
"I know he wouldn't, Liv," Melinda agreed. "Did you see Porter with anything?"
"I just saw a gun," Olivia sighed. She shuddered at the memory of the gunshot, then seeing Elliot unconscious. "He tried to shoot, but Elliot pulled me down." Olivia froze. "H-he had scissors! And a syringe! I asked him what he would do then he hit me!"
"Okay, Liv, that's all I need," Melinda said. "I'll go let Captain know." Olivia nodded and watched as the doctor walked out of the room.
"Captain, Elliot," Melinda called to the two men. "Olivia said that Porter had scissors and a syringe. He could have easily used them to get your DNA, Elliot. And he could have injected it into Olivia."
"Can you prove it?" Elliot asked.
"If Fin and Munch find the syringe and scissors, I'll have you run the prints on them," Cragen informed Melinda, who nodded in return.
Twenty minutes later, the two previously mentioned detectives returned from Elliot's house, holding two plastic bags. In one was a pair of scissors, the other, a syringe. They were presented to Melinda, who ran to run the fingerprints. They were ran through the system, and matched Dean Porter's. The DNA inside the syringe and the few hairs on the scissors were Elliot's. After checking over the results from Olivia's rape kit, one of the wounds was similar to one a needle would give. It made sense now, Porter had set Elliot up by swabbing his DNA and hairs.
AFTER THE ATTACK;
Porter snickered as Olivia's limp body hit the floor. The man snipped some of Elliot's hair with the scissors, and stuck the syringe into Elliot's arm. He injected the blood into Olivia's vaginal area, and spread the hairs. He threw his objects down and ran as the sound of sirens wailed. He sped away, and left the two detectives he had attacked out cold on the floor. Now that he had framed Elliot, Porter had no worries. Nobody would have thought that Elliot Stabler would have hurt Olivia Benson. But if his DNA was found, they'd have no choice but to arrest him, and Olivia would find herself even more vulnerable. One thing the FBI agent did not think of was to bring his needle and scissors with him.
HOSPITAL:
"Well, I have proof that you were set up," Melinda began eagerly. "The prints on the needle and scissors matched Porter's, and the DNA inside the syringe and the hair on the scissors was yours, Elliot. And the blood on the end ofthe needle was Olivia's."
"I'll call Fin and Munch and tell them to track Porter down," Cragen decided, slipping his phone out of his pocket. Tracking down Dean Porter would prove to be easier said than done.
"So we have proof that Porter set Elliot up?" Olivia asked. Melinda had just told her what she had discovered. Melinda nodded. Olivia sighed in relief. She wanted to see Elliot so badly. "When can I see Elliot?" she mumbled.
"Soon, don't worry," Melinda said gently. She checked her watch. "It's getting late. You need to rest." Olivia nodded reluctantly.
"Do you want me to stay?" Alex offered.
"Only if you want," Olivia admitted, not wanting to tie the other woman down. Alex nodded and settled into the chair. Olivia's eyes slowly fell closed, and she was pulled into a deep sleep.
Elliot had been told that he would be kept overnight for observation, and he could be discharged and see Olivia in the morning. He wondered how she was. He felt terrible that she was possibly scared out of her skin and he wasn't there to hold her and tell her it was alright. Stop worrying, he told himself. Alex is with her.
A nurse had been assigned to wake Olivia every two hours due to the concussion. During one of the times she was woken, Olivia told Alex to wake her when Elliot showed up. Elliot was being woken up following the same schedule, and he knew that first thing in the morning, he would go see Olivia.
At approximately eight in the morning, Elliot was discharged and was pointed in the direction of his partner's room. He walked as fast as he could in the direction. He peered in, and slowly entered. Olivia was asleep, and Alex leaned over and shook her arm gently.
"Liv, wake up," she whispered.
"You didn't have to wake her," Elliot said softly.
"She wanted me to," Alex said. Olivia's eyes fluttered open. She blinked, and was instantly wide awake when she saw Elliot.
"Elliot!" she nearly screamed. She pushed herself up straighter in the hospital bed. Elliot sat in the vacant chair next to the bed.
"How you feeling?" Elliot asked. He grabbed Olivia's hand and squeezed it gently.
"Sore," Olivia admitted. "You?"
"My head hurts a bit, but I'll be okay," Elliot assured.
"I'm sorry," Olivia apologized. "This was all my fault! I should have stopped him!"
"No, Liv. It wasn't your fault. I should have locked the door," Elliot said, feeling guilty.
"You did," Olivia pointed. "I saw you lock it. He picked the lock. What if he does it again?"
"If he does, I'll make sure I have some kind of alarm system and a trap," Elliot said, throwing in a chuckle.
"How long do I have to stay?" Olivia asked.
"They want you to stay overnight, then you can leave in the morning," Alex informed. "The nurse told me last night." Olivia scowled.
"I hate hospitals," she groaned. "I want out of here." Elliot smiled reassuringly at her.
"They just wanna make sure you're okay before you go home," he said. Olivia scowled again.
"Liv, I'll try to visit tonight," Alex said. "I have to go back to work now." Olivia nodded, and was left alone with Elliot.
"You want anything to eat?" he asked. Olivia shook her head. She hadn't eaten much in a few days. "Liv, honey, you really should eat," Elliot sighed.
"Please don't make me," Olivia whispered. Elliot sighed softly and rubbed her hand.
"I won't make you," he said. "But I'd like you to."
"I-I'm sorry," Olivia mumbled. "But I c-can't. I'm not hungry." In truth, she had been hungry, but the incident had taken her appetite. She blinked back tears. Elliot gently brushed one away as it trailed down her cheek. Olivia's face was bruised from the beating she had taken.
"Don't cry," Elliot whispered. "It's okay. I didn't mean to upset you." He felt guilty, as she had begun to cry so soon after he had spoken.
"It-it's not your f-fault," Olivia whimpered. Elliot pulled the chair closer and softly stroked her hair, not wanting to hurt her head. Olivia clung to his hand tightly. Elliot gently caressed her knuckles with his thumb.
"Liv, sweetie, don't worry. We'll get him," he soothed. Suddenly, he had an idea. "Hey, how about we go out of town for a few days?"
"I-I don't want to drag you away," Olivia said softly. Elliot gently cupped her cheek in his hand and he nearly lost himself in her eyes.
"Liv," he said. "I would do anything to help you. You aren't dragging me away."
"But I'm such a burden," she whispered.
"You could never be a burden," Elliot insisted. He traced circles on her cheek with his thumb. With his other hand, he held her hand tightly. "Liv, sweetheart, no matter what, you'll never be a burden. I promise. I'm going to help you."
"Thanks, El," Olivia choked. "That means a lot to me." She bit back a sob. Elliot pulled her to him, making sure he didn't push on her broken ribs, and allowed her to bury her face into his shoulder. She cried gently, welcoming the warmth of his body. It sent a comforting sensation throughout her. The embrace slowly broke, and his hands still caressed her cheek and her own hand. "Thank you," Olivia repeated.
Elliot smiled and kissed the top of her head gently. Olivia closed her eyes, not wanting his hands to leave her cheek and hand, not wanting his gentle kiss to stop. She loved him.
Hope 'yall like the fact that I didn't give you an evil cliffie! Enjoy it while you can, it's torture for me not to write evil stuff.
