A/N So this chapter is a little short but it's moving along nicely I guess.
Elliot lay in his new hospital bed, beat his head softly against the wall behind him. He had been hitting it harder until the guy in then next room who shared the wall with him told him to shut the fuck up, there were other people here. He had heard nothing at all since the captain called to inform him that they had a suspect and were going to raid his house. He was getting a little bit restless. The bedside phone rang and he all but launched himself off the bed to get it, ignoring the spurt of pain.
"Hello? Hello?" he asked, a little frantically.
"Elliot?" the voice asked cautiously.
"Yeah, yeah, who is this?"
"It's Chester, breathe man," Chester said, attempting to be soothing.
"Lake, what's going on? Is Olivia ok?" Elliot was talking very fast.
"We arrested Trent, we're all fine…No, it's Elliot," he heard Lake mumble to someone on his end.
"Who's that?" Elliot asked.
"It was Olivia, no, she doesn't want to talk to you," Chester said before Elliot could ask.
"Why?"
"I just report the news, I don't make it up," Chester said something low to someone else again. "All right, I've got to go, we're starting interrogation. Get better."
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Olivia and Cragen watched as Fin and Lake tried to talk Trent into a corner. Unfortunately, he hadn't said anything since his outburst while he was being arrested. He sat, straight backed, staring straight ahead.
"He's not going to crack," Olivia said. Cragen glanced at her.
"Not to them at least," he agreed. Olivia looked right back at him.
"I'm gonna go in there," she said. Cragen sighed and nodded.
"I was hoping to keep you out of there…"
"We both know it doesn't work like that," Olivia said. She walked through the door.
Trent glanced up as she walked in and made a small movement.
"How have you been Olivia?" he asked. His voice was surprisingly formal and cultured. Olivia gave a slow blink and sat down opposite him.
"I've been better, but we aren't here to talk about me. We're here to talk about you."
"But you cannot have one without the other," he said, still sounding slightly like a college professor. Olivia fought to look neutral.
"You stalked me since college doesn't mean we're connected," Olivia said.
"It means you need hobbies," Fin chimed in. Trent didn't even look at him.
"It is so much closer than that. You have been watched for longer. You were followed to college. The meeting was not accidental."
Olivia noticed he never said anything about himself; he made it sound like a third party was stalking her and not him. It unnerved her how fast he started talking to her. Olivia just looked at him waiting for him to continue. He smiled.
"You were a very charming and engaging woman Olivia."
"Detective Benson," Olivia said. His polite smile seemed to be getting harder fir him to maintain.
"I truly apologize for this. He has taken it too far," Trent said. Olivia just looked at him. Trent's face seemed to transform before their eyes. He went from that calm exterior to looking crazed. His eyes went wide and wild. A growl tickled from his lips as Fin moved up next to Olivia.
"You just ignored me! How could you ignore me?!" he screamed. "I offered you everything, and you walked right past me! Ahh!" He launched himself off the metal table and towards Olivia. Without thinking, she threw herself backwards, jumping up from the chair. She dipped out of the room as Lake and Fin tried to get Trent under control. She looked up to see Cragen and Huang wearing identical surprised looks.
"I think he has Multiple Personality Disorder," Huang said. "You don't see many people having personality disorders to this degree. He has the rational half that you met, the socially acceptable man. Then he has the other enraged side. It's like…he couldn't deal with his hate so he created an alter ego to do it for him, and he just adopted it into himself so far that it is now a part of him. He hates you, and half of him knows it is pointless and apologizes for it."
Olivia looked back through the window and fought the urge to shiver. This was a new one, ever for her. And she knew she was lucky that he hadn't tried to kill her before now.
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Elliot had tried to get out of the hospital, but, as if reading his mind, a nurse had come in and upped his pain medications before he could demand to be released. He looked around the room, lazily. On his meds, everything was a little slower. He closed his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them, there was large shape coming towards his face. He tried to gather the strength to struggle, but he couldn't fight the drugs. He pushed weakly against the wrists but it made no difference.
Someone was still holding a pillow over Elliot's face, suffocating him.
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A yell brought Olivia, Cragen, and Huang's attention from their discussion back to the room. Fin and Chester had Trent pinned down, but he yelled anyways.
"YOU THINK I WORKED ALONE? YOU THINK I DID THIS MYSELF?! LOOK AROUND! TRAITOR, TRAITOR, COME OUT TO PLAY!"
