AN: I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSSY BUT HERE YOU GO WITH ONE MORE CHAPTER FOR THESE ONE. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
D: l&o SVU AND ALL BLA BLA NOT MINE BLA BLA

CHAPTER 14 - the truth

How did it happen? How could I'd done such a thing that would kill myself? Why can't I remember a thing?

"Olivia." His voice sounds a bit frustrated and sad; how couldn't he be sad if he is facing a murdered.

"Calm down." Huang enters the room and separates Fin of me taking hold of my hands that keep squeezing my chest. "Liv." He calls me. "please." He sits by me without taking his eyes from me. I try to breathe but it hurts me just to try. He pulls me sit on one of the beds.

"Liv ... listen to me carefully Olivia." I try to understand what his words mean, I try to hold on to his look; but all I want is to fall down and deep into a bottomless pit.

"You didn't kill him. Olivia you did NOT kill Elliot." The stress sound on the word NO takes my whole mind, I try to understand it.

"Olivia you did NOT kill him." But the image is clear in my mind; me holding the gun in my hand followed by Elliot in the ground.

"I shot the gun." I assure him feeling how my whole body is trembling.

"Yes, you did shot a gun, but you did not shoot him, Olivia." I make an effort to calm down, I try to remember more, but I only see the gun in my hand...

"Liv, it wasn't you. You shot someone else." Huang's voice maintains the same level, he does not despair, just keeps the same tone, which somehow manages to calm me down. I remember the woman with the gun, she's shooting neurotic. I remember the gun, the shot. Suddenly I can easily breathe. I feel my soul coming back to my body. I feel the wound diminished. It's still burning but for a few seconds the hurt decreased. The relief came to my throat and tears run out of my eyes.

"Oh God… It wasn't me." I hear Huang's sigh and his hand in m shoulder.

"Fin, leave us alone please." I just get to hear the sound of the door closing; my hands are on my face, trying to hold back the tears. The relief is great; it wasn't me who had shot down my sun, but, however this relief has only served to bring me back to reality ... Elliot is no longer here.

"Liv, please sit back" I just let my back go down on a pillow, but it only managed to make my breathing hard again.

"I want us to talk." Huang says. "I heard you got lost yesterday."

"Yes." I hardly answer say. The serenity in his voice helps me focus not letting me go into my thoughts.

"Where were you?" He asks.

"ahm.. I was walking in… ahm… Central park."

"Did you had a destination?" My mind flies to the cold night with me just walking to nowhere. I hadn't thought of that before. I can feel the emptiness that drove me at the time coming back to my boy. I felt like if I was chasing something. In my mind came the image of the Statue of Alice in the distance. Yeah I saw it as I had been found by two strangers.

"The statue… I was looking for the statue." I answer.

"Which one?"

"Alice one… the place." I look up at him noting his doubt expression. 'It's my favorite place.' His voice is heard somewhere in me, because I'm sure Huang didn't hear anything. He is just expecting something more in my answer.

"Does this place have some meaning? I mean, is it special?"

"Yes, it's wonderland." I do realize that my words have no sense at all. But there's no way I can tell him all the story; all the meaning. So I let out a sight. "It's his favorite place." -

"Elliot's?" His name sound hard in my ears making the burning in my chest intensify.

"yes." I barely answer back with a broken voice. .

"That's ok Liv. It's ok to cry." He says with that arresting peaceful voice, trying not to let go of his own tears. " You need to rest and prepare for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" I ask hesitantly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Yes. It's the funeral." This doesn't help much in my not-coming-back-to-reality plan. I really don't want to go back to reality. I generally hate funerals; they always get me down. I remember the pain of my past, but this one in particular, well, will kill me.

"You ok? Want to go home?"

"No." I quickly answer. "I'd rather stay here." I know something much worse expects me in home.

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Odafin pov

"How is she?" The captain asks Huang as soon as he leaves the room and comes down the stairs.

"Better." He replies with a sad tone. Tucker's still here and I can't avoid seeing him with anger, and who am I lying to? I want to fucking kill that bastard. He has put Liv in a terrible situation. We ask him not to interrogate her. It wasn't necessary. But, as always, he went to do his will. If only he had waited a few more minutes he would have seen the videos. No need to question her. Of course now he had sawn them and he has realized his mistake. Olivia shot in self-defense. The woman fired many times wounding more police officers.

"I'm sorry." He says at the time Huang reaches us.

"Get out of here." Huang answers back without fear. Tucker just looks down and walks towards the corridor. Before he leaves he turns to Cragen.

"I will be in contact." Don just nods trying to control his own rage.

"Fucker." I hear Munch whispering.

"What?"

"Fucker-Tucker, what is the difference." He says sitting down. The CSU had finished their work in the station. The evidence has been taken and the replace glass and damaged furniture have already been put into place. A couple of officers are hospitalized, and we are waiting the lawyer who will be in charge of prosecuting this mess ... Casey. On the other hand, we have to keep working after being examined by Huang, of course.

"Guys. When the doctor is finished you can go home. We all have to prepare for tomorrow." Donald says disappearing into his office.
TO BE CONTINUE ...

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