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The drive to Elliot's apartment was unusually quiet. No one wanted to say anything, even Elliot seemed to be exhausted. A few times Elliot glanced into the rear view mirror at his son's reflection. He had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep.

Olivia noticed Elliot's movements. She turned around to look at Dickie. Sadly she sighted and turned around to face Elliot. "You want me to stay at your place and help you?"

Slowly Elliot turned his head to Olivia, his eyes fixing the streets "No Olivia..I think I'll be alright..but thanks" he mumbled tiredly. "You must be tired too Liv..I'll drop you off at your place."

"You sure?" Olivia asked. Elliot nodded before glancing back into the rear view mirror.

It was 4:15 when Elliot and Dickie finally arrived at their place. He was so thankful that Olivia helped him out with Dickie..he didn't even know how to thank her. But now he has to focus on his son and help him – alone.

Elliot still wasn't sure if it was the right decision to call Huang. Soon the whole squad will find out and that's exactly what he wanted to avoid.

Softly he tried to wake his son up "Wake up Dickie..C'mon you can sleep in your bed."

Dickie slowly opened his eyes. "W-where are we?"

Elliot was a little taken aback by his son's question. "At my apartment. And now c'mon it's cold."

Still confused Dickie managed to get out of the car. It seemed like hours to Elliot when his son finally went to bed. Tiredly Elliot took his son's bag and opened it. He hated to do that but it was necessary to go through Dickie's stuff. Elliot was about to throw it back on the ground when he spotted a little bag. Carefully he opened it and what he saw made him want to cry out. "What the fuck…drugs. He actually brought it into my house?" Exhausted he ran a hand through his short hair "I never thought it was that bad…I'm so sorry Dickie."

Elliot had no idea what sort of drugs Dickie had brought into his house. "I guess I have to ask Fin…" he mumbled to himself.

Once again Elliot checked on Dickie who was sound asleep in his bed. Tiredly Elliot went into his room and lay down.

The following morning was rainy and cold. The rain drops were beating on Dickie's window. Annoyed by the noise he slowly opened his eyes. The bright light was too much for his brain to bear. 'Ouch..what's going on?' his head hurt like hell and his body felt like it was hit by a truck. Cursing he lifted his head off the pillow. At first Dickie couldn't make out where he was. The last day events hit him like a blow to his face. "Fuck… What the hell am I doing at my dad's apartment?"

Wearily he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and went to the window. "What am I doing at dads? Fuck..'he sucked his lower lips. Finally his memories from last night came back.

'Where's my bag?' Dickie frantically stumbled through his room in search for his bag.

Alarmed by the noise Elliot went straight into Dickie's room catching his son off guard. 'What are you doing son ?" Dickie's head shot up from under the table. "Hey dad…I-I couldn't find my socks.." Dickie stammered.

Elliot fixed him with his blue eyes. "We need to talk Dickie. Go and take a shower now. I'll make us some scrambled eggs'. Not waiting for his son to answer Elliot closed the door behind him and went straight to the fridge.

"Hey Olivia, do you want some coffee?" Munch asked holding a cup of coffee in his right hand so Olivia can see it.

"Sure, thanks Munch" Olivia smiled tiredly. She had dark circles around her eyes and she certainly looked like she could use a cup of coffee.

'Where's Elliot?' Munch asked handing the coffee over to Olivia. 'Cap's gonna be pissed when he is late again.'

Olivia was about to answer when Captain Donald Cragen flung open the door and strode into the squad room. He certainly did not look pleased.

'Good morning Cap' Munch waved at him with another cup of coffee.

'It is not a good morning Munch but thanks' Cragen sighted taking a deep breath.

'What's wrong cap?' Fin asked who was busy filling out some papers.

'I am stuck in court all day. Commissioner wants me there. I just have to collect a few files from my office.' the three SVU detectives could tell that their captain definitely was not in a joking mood.

'I'll hand the command over to Elliot…' Cragen looked around the office in search for his detective. 'Where is he?' this question was directed at Olivia.

'Well…I don't know for sure. But I'm sure that he has a good reason for being late.' Olivia answered casting a glance at Elliot's desk.

Sensing that something was not odd Cragen did not elaborate this topic further in front of the whole squad. 'Okay then! Munch you are in charge now. I have to get going. Good luck! Oh and Olivia, we'll talk about it later' Cragen gave Olivia a small smile before walking into his office.

Watching the water drops drying on his skin, Dickie slowly ran a hand through his damp hair.

He was still feeling a little nauseous and his broken arm hurt. His head throbbed and a dull pain crept through his chest. He took a deep breath in order to steady his nerves and to regain control over his aching body.

Dickie knew he couldn't avoid his dad any longer. As he was about to turn the doorknob a sudden image appeared in front of him. He was standing in front of a closed door and his arm was reaching to the door wanting to open it. He could hear noises coming from inside the room. Slowly he opened the door and there she was; blue eyes and a beautiful smile. Her lips were thin and defined. She wore her hair in a ponytail. All of sudden the face was fading away. Dickie wanted to grab it but he grasped at nothing…

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