Casey sighed, half in concern and half in frustration, when she walked into the precinct and saw that Elliot wasn't there even though the rest of the detectives were. Since the detectives almost always went out on calls together, if Elliot was the only detective not at the precinct or with her for court, he most likely wasn't at work… again.

She walked in and barely had to say a word before Olivia saw her and shook her head, telling Casey that Elliot had taken another sick day. It had been almost three weeks since Elliot and Casey had gotten back together, but things just seemed to be going downhill. He hadn't laid a hand on her, but that was probably because he really didn't talk to her. She hadn't seen him in two days, and whenever she did he was generally moping around. They were technically "back together," but she saw less of him than she did when they were broken up.

"Your loverboy's out again," Fin called to her as she approached them. Casey smirked back at him.

"I'm aware."

"Well maybe you should just be a detective then," Fin teased back. Casey rolled her eyes.

"That wasn't even good." She smiled as she walked over and leaned against Fin's desk.

"Shut up, Novak. What do you want?"

"I'm bored," she whined playfully. "Work is stupid."

Fin laughed and rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it. You should go see that boy of yours; he's a mess. He works less than John does." Casey laughed and just nodded in agreement, unsure of what else to say.

After a moment Fin's face suddenly turned serious as he leaned in closer to where she was sitting. "If he lays a finger on you, Casey…"

Casey smiled slightly and rested her hand on top of his. "I know, it will all be fine. I'm sure he won't."

"I know, but if he does you know we all have your back here." Fin gently squeezed her shoulder as he stood up and walked past her and toward the bathroom.

"Elliot?" Casey called nervously as she entered the apartment. It was so dark that she could barely see her hand directly in front of her face, and in all honesty it freaked her out. She turned back toward the door and patted the wall next to it, searching for a light switch.

"Damnit, El," she murmured under her breath as she continued searching. She finally found one and blinked, trying to adjust her eyes as the lights flickered on. Once her eyes were adjusted she took a moment to scan the room, her eyes falling on the mess that had once been an apartment. Casey surveyed the room and noticed the empty beer bottles and food containers scattered around the living room floor. There was a blanket thrown messily over the back of the couch, and there was a pile of pillows on the floor in front of it. It took all of Casey's strength not to grab a vacuum cleaner and trash can and begin tidying up the apartment right then and there, but of course that was not what she was there for.

"El? It's Casey, where are you?" She was met with no response, but she couldn't imagine where else Elliot would be. He had been taking sick days off often and seemed distant even when he was at work. For a while he had seemed as though he was better, but then he spiraled down into an even deeper hole than before.

Casey finally heard the faint sound of rustling sheets and followed them into the bedroom, which she found to be as dark as the rest of the apartment had been. She was tempted to reach over and turn on the lights, but she knew that if Elliot was asleep on the bed it would not only freak him out, but it would make him angry as well. While he had not hit her once since they got back together she was still afraid that he might. She put her hands out in front of her and slowly, cautiously tried to make her way over to the bed. She knew where the bed was, but she had no idea where she was in relation to it. She walked over more bottles and bags just trying to get to the bed. If she could ever make it over to the bed she knew that there was a lamp on the nightstand that could be dimmed so that she could see where he was without turning on the overhead light.

"What are you doing?" she finally heard Elliot mumble from the bed. Her ears perked up at the sound.

"Keep talking," she ordered.

"What? Why?"

"Just do it!"

"Casey, what is going on? Why are you even here?" Casey followed the deep sound of his voice over to the bed and tentatively lowered herself down so that she was sitting on it. She reached over beside her and her hand made contact with something. She felt around trying to figure out where Elliot was.

"Why are you feeling my ass?" he murmured. Casey immediately drew her hand away and brought it back into her lap.

"Relax. I'm right here." He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling on it so that it was resting in his hand next to his head.

"How did you know where I was?" she asked as she settled closer to him.

"I could just tell," he answered. She nodded slowly and cautiously allowed herself to relax, lying down next to Elliot.

"What's wrong?" she finally asked after a long period of irritating silence.

"Nothing is wrong."

Casey rolled her eyes and rolled over so that she was facing him, though it didn't make too much of a difference since she couldn't see him.

"Please, please talk to me," she begged, moving closer to him. She couldn't help but flinch as she moved closer to him even though she was the one moving toward him, but if he even noticed he didn't seem to care.

"I can't."

Casey rolled her eyes again and sighed. "Aren't you on meds, Elliot?"

"Yes I am, Casey," he said almost sarcastically, mockingly. "They're not magic though, damnit. They make me feel like crap."

"Then why do you take them?" she asked quietly.

"I don't fucking know!" he yelled. She knew that he was not yelling at her, just at the situation in general, but the tone in his voice caused panic to arise within her. She quickly rolled away from him and jumped up, leaving him lying on the bed alone.

"Elliot," she said softly. "I can't do this. I don't know what to do for you. It's hurts me to see you hurting so badly because I love you, Elliot, I really do, but I don't know how to handle this. I'm sorry, El, but this isn't working. I do love you, but we just can't be together right now." She exhaled slowly before turning around and trudging toward the bedroom door, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Casey, please," she heard Elliot beg from the bed, but she didn't stop; she knew that if she did she would run right back into his arms, and at that moment in time he needed more help than she could give him.

All right, kind of short but I am STUCK! Is this done? Should I add more? What should happen? I'm really stuck so please review, or else I'm just kind of going to leave it because I have no idea…

By the way, thanks so much J0 for your suggestions, because this chapter probably would have been completely different and inaccurate if it weren't for your suggestions. :)