Title: Chicago Hope
Author: Rachel
Rating: PG13 for strong language Category: SVU/ER crossover
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the SVU characters. Even though I wish I did. Dick Wolf does. What a lucky guy he is! I also do not own any of the ER characters. But man, if I owned Carter and Elliot. hmmm. I would be the happiest person alive. But I don't, so dang it!
Summary: Just read it.
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Yes please
Archive: Wherever, just email me.
Author's notes: My first fic, so my apologies in advance if it's totally crappy. Oh, also, if you can't stand to read about characters get hurt, I suggest you don't read this. I had a hard enough time writing all this mean stuff that happens. Okay, I'll stop talking now.
*********************************************************************** ::::County General Hospital:::: Elliot held Olivia steady as she hopped her way over to the admittance desk.
"Can I help you?" asked the petite brunette behind the desk.
Olivia opened her mouth to reply, but to her dislike and frustration, Elliot answered for her. "Yeah, I think my partner might have a broken ankle."
Olivia rolled her eyes and leaned closer to Elliot and said "I may have a broken ankle, but my voice is fine and I can speak for myself."
"Okay." Elliot replied sarcastically. Just then, another petite woman in blue scrubs walked by the desk.
"Hey Abby?" the woman behind the desk called.
"Yes Randi?" Abby replied.
"I've got a woman over here with a possible broken ankle, can you set her up in a room?" Randi asked.
"Sure. Follow me please."
"There you go." Randi said. "I'll have Carter help you out over there as soon as I see him, Abby."
"Okay. Thanks Randi."
The trio walked over to an empty exam room and stepped inside. Except Olivia didn't walk, she hopped. Abby instructed Olivia to have a seat on the bed and Elliot stood right next to her.
"Alright, so what is your name?" Abby asked politely.
"Olivia Benson." Olivia answered.
"Oh. Well, Hi Olivia, I'm Abby. And who is this handsome escort you have with you?" "He's my partner."
"Oh. Partner?"
"Yeah, we're Special Victims Unit detectives with the NYPD." Elliot said holding out his hand. "By the way, my name is Elliot Stabler."
"It's very nice to meet you Elliot. Wow, detectives all the way from New York. What brings you to Chicago?"
"The suspect for our latest case lives here. So did our victim at one time." Olivia answered.
"Oh. Special Victims. isn't that sex crimes?"
"Yup."
"Wow. I've never treated a detective before. Well, I won't actually be treating you, Dr. Carter will. Let me see if Randi's found him yet."
"Okay." The detectives said in unison. Abby exited the room and went in search of Dr. John Carter. Olivia and Elliot just made small talk while she was gone.
"She was nice." Elliot said.
"Yeah, but she must have bad eyesight, calling you handsome! HA!" Olivia replied jokingly.
"Hahaha. Keep that up and I'll break your other ankle."
"That sounded like a threat, Detective Stabler."
"It was. What are you gonna do? Arrest me?"
"Maybe I will." They both started to laugh and were still laughing when Abby returned to the room with who they correctly assumed was Dr. Carter.
"Hello Olivia, Elliot. I'm Dr. Carter. I heard Olivia here might have a broken ankle. What happened?"
"Let's just say it was an arrest gone bad." Elliot answered.
"Okay, let's have a look." The room went quite while Carter examined her ankle except for the small whimpers escaping Olivia's lips, which were barely audible.
"Well, your ankle is definitely broken."
"Told you so." Elliot said proudly.
"Oh shut up Mr. Know-it-all." Olivia replied. Carter and Abby both smiled at this exchange. For a few moments there was only silence, but then Olivia spoke up.
"So what now?"
"Well, since it's broken, we're going to have to put a cast on it."
"Oh great, do you have any idea how much a cast will clash with my outfit?" Olivia said sarcastically.
"Abby, can you get me an air-cast?"
"Sure, be right back." Minutes later Abby returned. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Carter said. "Now I know you are not going to like this part of the treatment considering your job, but you are going to need to stay off of it for at least a month."
"A month?!"
"Sorry. I guess this is what you guys would call an occupational hazard, isn't it? Well, that and getting shot that is." Abby said.
"Ugh. Elliot." Olivia whined. "What about the Livingston case?"
"What do you mean 'What about the Livingston case? Fin and Munch arrested him. He's already in jail. We're done."
"Oh, right."
"Yup. Nothing to do now but paperwork."
"Yippee!" Olivia said bitterly. *Just what I love to do. paperwork. Blah* she thought.
"Okay, your ankle is swelling a lot more than normal. I think we should keep you here for a few hours, just to be safe." Carter said.
"Are you serious?"
"Unfortunately. But I can give you some nice painkillers if you like."
"Sounds good to me." Olivia said.
"Wimp." Said Elliot playfully.
"Do you want me to smack you? You are the one that wanted me to come to the hospital in the first place. So since I had to come, I should at least get some good drugs out of it."
"Alright, Abby, can you start an IV for some morphine?"
"Yeah." Abby began to put the IV into Olivia's arm while Olivia just sat back and Elliot watched her every move. "There we go. Morphine should kick in in about 5 minutes."
"Okay. Thank you."
"Just doing my job." Abby and Carter both exited the room and walked down the hall.
"They were sweet." Carter said. "And that Olivia wasn't too bad looking either."
"Ahem? What was that? You were checking her out?"
"No. well.umm.I love you."
"Ha. That's what I thought."
Back in the exam room Olivia just laid there in the bed, a tired expression on her face.
"I think I'm gonna take a nap since I have to stay here for a few hours anyway."
"Alright, I'm going to go get something to eat and maybe call Munch and see how things went with Livingston. Want me to bring you something?"
"Not hospital food."
"Of course not, there's a place called 'Doc Magoo's' across the street. I was gonna try there."
"Oh, then yeah. Bring me back some fries or something."
"Alright. I'll be back."
"Thanks. And don't take forever!" Olivia called as Elliot walked out of the room and rolled his eyes.
A couple minutes later a man dressed in scrubs who looked eerily familiar walked into the exam room.
"Hi. I'm Nurse Smith. Dr. Carter told me to come in here and give you something to help you sleep."
"Alright."
The man injected a clear liquid into Olivia's IV tube and then said "Sleep tight, Olivia." As she drifted into unconsciousness.
::::In front of Doc Magoo's:::: About 20 minutes later Elliot walked over to his car and was shocked at what he saw. There was a paper on his windshield with 'You thought you had me, didn't you?' written in unfamiliar handwriting. Right as he was pulling the note off of his windshield his cell phone rang.
"Stabler."
"Hey Elliot." the other voice said, sounding worried and distressed.
"Yeah Fin, what is it?"
"Elliot, we have a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"Well, we fingerprinted our suspect and there's a bit of a problem with what we found out. We might have arrested the wrong person."
"You've got to be kidding me. The suspect we arrested matched the description and photo of Mr. Livingston perfectly. Plus he ran."
"That's because it is Mr. Livingston."
"Huh? Then what's the problem?"
"It's Mr. James Livingston. Richard's twin brother."
"Shit."
"I know, so what should we do? We don't know where this guy is."
"I might know. He's somewhere near a diner called 'Doc Magoo's', which is where I am right now."
"What makes you think he's there?"
"Because I was only inside for 20 minutes and when I came out there was a note on my windshield that said 'You thought you had me, didn't you?'"
"Okay, Munch and I will be there in a few minutes." Fin said before hanging up the phone. Elliot hung up as well, put his phone in his pocket and began to walk back over to the hospital entrance. He had to let Olivia know what was going on.
::::County General Hospital:::: Elliot walked into the exam room that Olivia was in but found no one. The IV stand was still there, but the sheets were crumpled on the floor and Olivia was no where in sight. He jogged over to the desk to see if she had been moved to another room. Dr. Carter was standing at the desk filling out a chart.
"Excuse me, Dr. Carter. Was Olivia Benson moved to another room? She's not in the room that she was in when I left."
"No." Carter replied, a worried expression on his face.
"Well then where the hell is she?!"
Author: Rachel
Rating: PG13 for strong language Category: SVU/ER crossover
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the SVU characters. Even though I wish I did. Dick Wolf does. What a lucky guy he is! I also do not own any of the ER characters. But man, if I owned Carter and Elliot. hmmm. I would be the happiest person alive. But I don't, so dang it!
Summary: Just read it.
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Yes please
Archive: Wherever, just email me.
Author's notes: My first fic, so my apologies in advance if it's totally crappy. Oh, also, if you can't stand to read about characters get hurt, I suggest you don't read this. I had a hard enough time writing all this mean stuff that happens. Okay, I'll stop talking now.
*********************************************************************** ::::County General Hospital:::: Elliot held Olivia steady as she hopped her way over to the admittance desk.
"Can I help you?" asked the petite brunette behind the desk.
Olivia opened her mouth to reply, but to her dislike and frustration, Elliot answered for her. "Yeah, I think my partner might have a broken ankle."
Olivia rolled her eyes and leaned closer to Elliot and said "I may have a broken ankle, but my voice is fine and I can speak for myself."
"Okay." Elliot replied sarcastically. Just then, another petite woman in blue scrubs walked by the desk.
"Hey Abby?" the woman behind the desk called.
"Yes Randi?" Abby replied.
"I've got a woman over here with a possible broken ankle, can you set her up in a room?" Randi asked.
"Sure. Follow me please."
"There you go." Randi said. "I'll have Carter help you out over there as soon as I see him, Abby."
"Okay. Thanks Randi."
The trio walked over to an empty exam room and stepped inside. Except Olivia didn't walk, she hopped. Abby instructed Olivia to have a seat on the bed and Elliot stood right next to her.
"Alright, so what is your name?" Abby asked politely.
"Olivia Benson." Olivia answered.
"Oh. Well, Hi Olivia, I'm Abby. And who is this handsome escort you have with you?" "He's my partner."
"Oh. Partner?"
"Yeah, we're Special Victims Unit detectives with the NYPD." Elliot said holding out his hand. "By the way, my name is Elliot Stabler."
"It's very nice to meet you Elliot. Wow, detectives all the way from New York. What brings you to Chicago?"
"The suspect for our latest case lives here. So did our victim at one time." Olivia answered.
"Oh. Special Victims. isn't that sex crimes?"
"Yup."
"Wow. I've never treated a detective before. Well, I won't actually be treating you, Dr. Carter will. Let me see if Randi's found him yet."
"Okay." The detectives said in unison. Abby exited the room and went in search of Dr. John Carter. Olivia and Elliot just made small talk while she was gone.
"She was nice." Elliot said.
"Yeah, but she must have bad eyesight, calling you handsome! HA!" Olivia replied jokingly.
"Hahaha. Keep that up and I'll break your other ankle."
"That sounded like a threat, Detective Stabler."
"It was. What are you gonna do? Arrest me?"
"Maybe I will." They both started to laugh and were still laughing when Abby returned to the room with who they correctly assumed was Dr. Carter.
"Hello Olivia, Elliot. I'm Dr. Carter. I heard Olivia here might have a broken ankle. What happened?"
"Let's just say it was an arrest gone bad." Elliot answered.
"Okay, let's have a look." The room went quite while Carter examined her ankle except for the small whimpers escaping Olivia's lips, which were barely audible.
"Well, your ankle is definitely broken."
"Told you so." Elliot said proudly.
"Oh shut up Mr. Know-it-all." Olivia replied. Carter and Abby both smiled at this exchange. For a few moments there was only silence, but then Olivia spoke up.
"So what now?"
"Well, since it's broken, we're going to have to put a cast on it."
"Oh great, do you have any idea how much a cast will clash with my outfit?" Olivia said sarcastically.
"Abby, can you get me an air-cast?"
"Sure, be right back." Minutes later Abby returned. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Carter said. "Now I know you are not going to like this part of the treatment considering your job, but you are going to need to stay off of it for at least a month."
"A month?!"
"Sorry. I guess this is what you guys would call an occupational hazard, isn't it? Well, that and getting shot that is." Abby said.
"Ugh. Elliot." Olivia whined. "What about the Livingston case?"
"What do you mean 'What about the Livingston case? Fin and Munch arrested him. He's already in jail. We're done."
"Oh, right."
"Yup. Nothing to do now but paperwork."
"Yippee!" Olivia said bitterly. *Just what I love to do. paperwork. Blah* she thought.
"Okay, your ankle is swelling a lot more than normal. I think we should keep you here for a few hours, just to be safe." Carter said.
"Are you serious?"
"Unfortunately. But I can give you some nice painkillers if you like."
"Sounds good to me." Olivia said.
"Wimp." Said Elliot playfully.
"Do you want me to smack you? You are the one that wanted me to come to the hospital in the first place. So since I had to come, I should at least get some good drugs out of it."
"Alright, Abby, can you start an IV for some morphine?"
"Yeah." Abby began to put the IV into Olivia's arm while Olivia just sat back and Elliot watched her every move. "There we go. Morphine should kick in in about 5 minutes."
"Okay. Thank you."
"Just doing my job." Abby and Carter both exited the room and walked down the hall.
"They were sweet." Carter said. "And that Olivia wasn't too bad looking either."
"Ahem? What was that? You were checking her out?"
"No. well.umm.I love you."
"Ha. That's what I thought."
Back in the exam room Olivia just laid there in the bed, a tired expression on her face.
"I think I'm gonna take a nap since I have to stay here for a few hours anyway."
"Alright, I'm going to go get something to eat and maybe call Munch and see how things went with Livingston. Want me to bring you something?"
"Not hospital food."
"Of course not, there's a place called 'Doc Magoo's' across the street. I was gonna try there."
"Oh, then yeah. Bring me back some fries or something."
"Alright. I'll be back."
"Thanks. And don't take forever!" Olivia called as Elliot walked out of the room and rolled his eyes.
A couple minutes later a man dressed in scrubs who looked eerily familiar walked into the exam room.
"Hi. I'm Nurse Smith. Dr. Carter told me to come in here and give you something to help you sleep."
"Alright."
The man injected a clear liquid into Olivia's IV tube and then said "Sleep tight, Olivia." As she drifted into unconsciousness.
::::In front of Doc Magoo's:::: About 20 minutes later Elliot walked over to his car and was shocked at what he saw. There was a paper on his windshield with 'You thought you had me, didn't you?' written in unfamiliar handwriting. Right as he was pulling the note off of his windshield his cell phone rang.
"Stabler."
"Hey Elliot." the other voice said, sounding worried and distressed.
"Yeah Fin, what is it?"
"Elliot, we have a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"Well, we fingerprinted our suspect and there's a bit of a problem with what we found out. We might have arrested the wrong person."
"You've got to be kidding me. The suspect we arrested matched the description and photo of Mr. Livingston perfectly. Plus he ran."
"That's because it is Mr. Livingston."
"Huh? Then what's the problem?"
"It's Mr. James Livingston. Richard's twin brother."
"Shit."
"I know, so what should we do? We don't know where this guy is."
"I might know. He's somewhere near a diner called 'Doc Magoo's', which is where I am right now."
"What makes you think he's there?"
"Because I was only inside for 20 minutes and when I came out there was a note on my windshield that said 'You thought you had me, didn't you?'"
"Okay, Munch and I will be there in a few minutes." Fin said before hanging up the phone. Elliot hung up as well, put his phone in his pocket and began to walk back over to the hospital entrance. He had to let Olivia know what was going on.
::::County General Hospital:::: Elliot walked into the exam room that Olivia was in but found no one. The IV stand was still there, but the sheets were crumpled on the floor and Olivia was no where in sight. He jogged over to the desk to see if she had been moved to another room. Dr. Carter was standing at the desk filling out a chart.
"Excuse me, Dr. Carter. Was Olivia Benson moved to another room? She's not in the room that she was in when I left."
"No." Carter replied, a worried expression on his face.
"Well then where the hell is she?!"
