First off, I just want to take the time to say, this story & Now or Never have NOTHING to do with each other. So, the 'guest' who comments on everybody's fanfictions hating Olivia, can get on with their life. How do you sleep at night? Does bashing other people make you feel better? You need some serious counseling. And with that said, I'm done wasting perfect writing space to reply to you.

"Rojas didn't even make it out off the premises of the jail. They found him right after the newscast," Elliot was standing beside Olivia's hospital bed holding Caleb with tears prominent in his eyes. "How could you do this Olivia? How could you leave Caleb? How could you leave me...?"

Olivia couldn't talk due to the breathing tube that was still in her throat but Elliot knew she was listening because she wasn't able to look him in the eye.

"I know how much hell you have been through in the past few years Liv, but you need you need to realize that you aren't the only person in this equation anymore. You have a son and after all of those years where you talked about wanting a child, you go and do this?" Elliot looked down at Caleb who had just fallen asleep in his arms and he smiled.

"I try to understand why you did it and... I can't. You have everything you've ever wanted and you didn't even think about what you were doing. You didn't think how you being dead would effect Caleb and you damn well didn't think about how it would effect me."

Elliot looked up and he could see the tears falling freely down Olivia's face and how much her eyes were pleading at him with forgiveness.

"Your doctor said you would be fine. A couple weeks of recovery and you will be back to normal." He didn't say anything else before walking out of the hospital room and leaving the door to slam shut behind him.

"It'll be alright, Buddy," Elliot whispered to Caleb as he started to squirm around after being put in his car seat. "It'll be okay."

Elliot wasn't sure that all would be okay though. He was relieved that Olivia came out of surgery alright but, seeing that she was safe made him a little pissed. He was pissed that she would just take her life like that when things got tough. She hadn't even cared that little Caleb was just in the room next to the kitchen sound asleep. She didn't care that he had been standing there in tears trying to talk her out of it. She didn't even care that she had left him with the image in his head of her lying on the floor surrounded in blood.

Cragen had heard what when down with Olivia and he had first stopped to talk to Elliot about he was doing. They had long conversation about how he didn't know if he could do it anymore and how he was thinking about taking Caleb and leaving town. Cragen had talked some sense into him and told him that running away wasn't going to cause anything and that it was the same thing that he was mad at Olivia for. Now he was making his way to the hospital to talk to Olivia.

"How are you feeling?" he asked pulling the plastic chair closer to the bed and sitting down.

Olivia shrugged, "Elliot hates me."

"I don't think he hates you," Cragen informed, "But, can you blame him? You were going to just leave your family because of a little shake up?"

"I wasn't thinking..."

"You're right. You weren't thinking. You weren't thinking about the fact that Elliot was left with the image of you lying on the kitchen floor in his head. You didn't think about the fact that Caleb was awake in his room screaming and crying."

Olivia took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "He's never going to forgive me."

Cragen shrugged, "Maybe not."

"What I do?" The words came out in a voice barely above a whisper that cracked towards the end.

"You get help," he answered, "I've called a few places and they are willing to work with you one on one. There is lady, her name is Marissa King and she says it's best if you come to her facility up in Queens until you can figure everything out."

Olivia nodded, "When?"

"I talked to your doctor earlier and he says you can be out of here tomorrow. I think it's best you go straight there."

"Can you tell Elliot for me? I don't think he wants to talk to me..."

"Call him," Cragen instructed, "He'll answer."

Olivia sighed and reached to the table next to her where the hospital phone was sitting. She picked it up and dialed Elliot's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Olivia said, "It's me..."

Elliot didn't say anything.

"I'm going away for awhile," Olivia went on to say, "I'm going to get help. I know that you're angry with me and you have every right to be but, I just thought I'd tell you. I'm leaving tomorrow... around noon..."

"Good luck."

The dial tone sounded and Olivia stared crying. She hung the phone back up and placed it back on the table without meeting Cragen's gaze.

"So?"

"He said good luck."

Cragen nodded and then he said his goodbyes and told her that he would be back tomorrow to take her to the facility.

It was the next morning and the doctor had cleared Olivia out of the hospital. He told her to take it easy. Elliot had surprisingly showed up with Cragen and he even brought Caleb along. They walked in together and Olivia was surprised to see them.

"I figured you would want to see Caleb before you left," Elliot said handing him over to her.

"Hi, Sweetheart," she said to him, "Mommy's going to go away for awhile but, she's going to get better. I love you Caleb."

She handed Caleb back over to Elliot and wiped her tears. "You know I may not understand why you did what you did but, that doesn't mean I don't love you. It just means you owe me a lot of explanation."

"I know," Olivia said quietly, "You're right."

Elliot sighed and shifted his weight onto his right side, "I want you to get better."
Olivia nodded, "I will. I promise."

Cragen cleared his throat and Olivia knew that it was time to go. She didn't know how long she would be away for but she did know that she would miss her family.

"Bye," Elliot waved.

"Bye."