A/N: "Moments are made up of several milliseconds of unforgettability."

DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters belong to Dick Wolf. Tstabler © own this story.

Olivia stood at the computer, pushing buttons and clicking the mouse. She had been edgy all morning, grumbling about how impossible it was to get anything done without Elliot contradicting her, looking over her shoulder, teasing her, or just being there. She cursed under her breath and clicked the mouse again.

"You okay, over there, Benson?" Breslin asked, smirking.

"Isn't technology supposed to make life easier?" she asked, banging her fist on the side of the large monitor. "Stupid thing's stuck."

"Frozen," Breslin said, chuckling.

Olivia glared at him. "No, computer's get frozen. This monstrosity got stuck, and I've tried every trick I know to get it going again. It won't turn off, it won't restart, it's...fucking stuck."

Breslin walked over and looked at the screen. "Odd that it's stuck on this, though." He jiggled the mouse and shook the wires.

"That's what's got me so pissed," Olivia said.

Cragen looked at her, then at the computer's large screen. "Munch just wants to be part of the investigation," he said, sighing. He gazed at it, his eyes burning as he stared at the photo of John Munch in his uniform. It was the photo the facial recognition had gotten stuck on as it tried to match images to a security camera still of their current perp. "Use your computer."

Olivia sighed, walked over to her desk, and she sat in front of the computer, pulling up the program and uploading the photo, attempting to run the search on her own. "Munch never would have let you...forget it."

"What?" Cragen asked, his voice harsh as his head snapped from the screen to Olivia. "You got something to say, Benson?"

Olivia looked at Cragen. "Munch never would have let you suspend Elliot. He would have fought with you, just like I did, and he would have made you see that it was mistake."

"Well, Munch isn't here," Cragen hissed. "Neither is Elliot. Prove you can do this job by yourself!"

Olivia's eyes widened. "Is that what this is?" she asked, her breath hitching.

Cragen was saved from answering her as Olivia's computer bleeped loudly. "Got a hit!" Breslin yelled.

Olivia turned around, looked at the picture, and huffed. "Son of a bitch." She grabbed her jacket and looked at Fin. "Let's go."

Fin was up in seconds. "Where?" he asked.

"Hack Bureau," she said, running out of the room, "The guy's a taxi driver!"

Cragen watched them leave, and then he sighed, shaking his head. He turned, feeling drawn to the computer screen. "You," he said, looking at Munch's picture. "You think I made a mistake, don't you? You think I need to just let them do their jobs, stay out of it. Am I right?"

The computer gave a quiet whirr, and the pictures started to move again. The machine bleeped, and the words "match found" flashed in red.

Cragen chuckled, looked up and pointed Heavenward. "You're still a smartass." He shook his head, walking back into his office, leaving Breslin alone and confused.

Elliot ran in, through the sliding glass doors, his eyes searching for the person who had called him as his chest heaved. "Fin!"

Fin looked at him wide-eyed, and held up both hands. "Stabler," he said, "Man, I didn't..."

"Where is she?" he yelled.

"Elliot," her voice, from the other side of the room, called to him.

He turned, his head snapping. He ran to her and pulled her into his arms. She seethed and he let go. "Sorry! I'm sorry, I just...what happened?"

She sighed and twisted, her sprained wrist cracking a bit. "Nothing. Calm down."

"Liv, I...just...what happened?" he asked, still breathing hard.

"I was so used to you being right there, I..." she paused, then said, "I went after the guy, tackled him, had him down, went to cuff him and I got up. I'm so used to you...well, he elbowed me and there was ice. I'm fine, though. Really. I got him, I just..."

"You were used to me grabbing him while you were still on him," he said, getting it. "Fin thought you had him, but you moved."

She nodded. "Pretty much," she said. "I'm fine. Why are you so..."

"All Fin said was that I needed to meet him here, you were in the hospital, I thought..." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. You're okay."

She nodded, and touched her lips softly to his. "I'm fine." She took another breath and said, "By the way, uh, Cragen lost his wallet. He was calling around all morning, different places, trying to find it."

"Did he?" Elliot asked.

Olivia held his gaze as she said, "It was at the Moondance Diner."

"I'm driving you back to the station," he said, taking her uninjured hand. He led her out, into his car, and he said, "I am gonna have a nice little chat with our captain, and then I think I'm gonna grab a lot of paperwork to do while I'm home."

"You are so bored," she said, laughing.

He chuckled and started the car, but before they got very far, his cell phone rang. "Can you get that? I'm driving," he said, shifting his weight.

She rolled her eyes and eased her hand into his pocket. She flipped open the phone and said, "Benson. You did, he's driving, and with the crackdown he...what? All right, where? Yeah, we'll be there." She hung up and said, "Huang needs to talk to us."

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "Reason?"

She looked at him cautiously and said, "It's about Kathy."

The office was kind of stuffy, cramped. Elliot sat with his hand wrapped in Olivia's, avoiding her ace bandage. "Why are we here?"

George Huang looked at them, looked at their hands, and raised an eyebrow. "I noticed your rings. Enjoying married life?"

"You said this was about Kathy," Olivia said with a smirk. "So don't try to shrink our heads, huh?"

Huang grinned. "Right," he said. "You might have a problem with the case."

Elliot leaned forward. "What?" he asked. "Why?"

"She came in for a session today, and she...I don't feel that she's competent to stand trial," Huang explained. "She was talking to me, telling me the story, just as she would have to tell the jury. She started hyperventilating, she grew distant and combative, and when I asked her to tell me what she was feeling, she snapped. She shut off completely, and after a few minutes of silence she told me she had to go, she said she had a vic at Saint Vincent's."

Elliot looked at Olivia. "Jesus," he said. "She really thinks she's you."

"I am beyond worried, here, Huang," Olivia said, squeezing Elliot's hand despite the pain in her wrist.

"Don't be," Huang said. "You aren't in any kind of danger, Olivia. She exhibiting signs of severe PTSD, and she's gone to a place she feels safe. A place she thinks nothing and no one can hurt her, where her attack never happened because she was too strong." He handed her a signed statement from him to give to the ADA and the judge, and he said, "That place is you."

"Yay," Olivia said, sarcasm clear in her voice. "So without her, we don't have a case, George. Without her testimony, we have to let this asshat walk!"

"I can't let you put her on the stand," Huang said. "Either she'll crack completely and have an emotional breakdown, or she'll think she's you and talk about the arrest, not the attack."

Olivia ran her unwrapped hand down her face. "El," she whispered, shaking her head. "I didn't mean to...shit, I'm so..."

"It'll be okay," he said, leaning over and kissing her forehead. "We have his DNA, we have her statement and her medical report, we've made cases with less."

She looked at him and nodded. "We should get this back to Alex," she said, standing.

He rose, too, but he told her, "Go ahead out to the car. I'll be there in a minute."

"Yeah," she said, nodding.

Elliot watched her walk out of the office, and he looked at George. "How long is it gonna take to snap Kathy out of it?"

Huang looked up at him. "It's hard to say," he said. "It depends on what kind of..."

"How long, Doc?" Elliot interrupted, genuine fear in his eyes.

Huang blinked. "She's...she's dissociating. She needs treatment that I can't provide, Elliot. This kind of behavior merits immediate hospitalization and I doubt she'll sign the forms to..."

"Gimme them," Elliot said, interrupting again.

"What?" Huang asked, stunned.

Elliot took a pen out of his pocket. "I'm not letting Kathy do this. I don't want her near Liv, or my kids, or me, not if she's...if she thinks she's Olivia then...she could hurt somebody, George."

Huang sighed. "You're right. She could take it to far and try to completely take Olivia's place, but you can't..."

"I'm still on the record as her medical proxy," Elliot told him. "I can do this if she's not competent, and you just said she wasn't."

Huang bit his lip, he shook his head, and he opened his drawer. "Here," he said, handing Elliot a three page form. "I'll have someone pick her up in the morning."

Without even reading them, Elliot signed, putting the safety of his family and welfare of his ex-wife first, no matter what the cost.

A/N: What does it cost them? Elliot's last day home alone becomes something more, something unexpected and risky, and do they convict the guy without Kathy? Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212