(Disclaimer in part one.)









The Very Thought Of You 2









7:00 A. M.

Olivia's Apartment





Elliot brought Olivia home from the hospital. She hadn't said a word the whole trip just stared out of the car window. Munch and Fin were going to be working her case. At the moment they were attacking the flower angle. Cragen was fast tracking the forensic evidence to see if the guy was in the system. He knew they cared about Olivia almost as much as he did. They would get the bastard. It was only a matter of time.



They entered her apartment and he locked the door behind him. He took off his coat. She was standing in the middle of the room, not moving, she seemed to be in a daze. He was standing behind her as he reached out to take her coat, touching her shoulder's. He pulled back quickly, suddenly afraid that he might have scared her. She spun around to look at him but it wasn't fear in her eyes it was anger. "Get Out!" she yelled at him venomously. He stepped back surprised at her. "Olivia, I'm not going to hurt you! You know I would never..." He stammered. "What? Rape me. No. You couldn't do that. That would require you being able to touch me without flinching. And as for hurting me, you've already done that!" He was shaking his head trying to figure out what he had done. "How?" "You're treating me like a vic. I am not made of glass Elliot! I don't break that easily!" "I'm sorry." "Don't. Don't feel sorry for me. Don't pity me!" "Olivia, please understand. I don't know what to do here. Work is one thing but when it's someone you love it's different. The very thought of you being hurt like this. It breaks my heart. This is the one thing that should never have happened to you." His voice began to crack as tears sprung to his eyes. "Please tell me what to do here. I'm lost." He took her hands in his and noticed that they were bruised and blooded like the rest of her. He looked at her with such sadness in his eyes. She took her hands from his, taking hold of his face, she looked into his eyes. " The first thing you have to do is stop looking at me like this. You're seeing me as a victim. This is the one thing that could break me Elliot and I can't let that happen. I will not become my mother. Being raped and having me around as a constant reminder destroyed her. I need you're strength and for you to believe in me. I'm so scared that I won't survive this. Please, Elliot I need you to see me as you always have. As your partner, your friend, anything but a victim. Please...." A sob broke from her chest and tears came down her face. He grabbed her into a fierce hug and kissed her check softly. He had never ceased to be amazed by her. He knew she had been through a lot, being a child of a rape, but he had never seen anything so strong and so beautiful come from something so horrible. He whispered softly into her hair. "God, I love you." He froze, had he just said that aloud. Before he think anymore about it his cell phone rang. He reluctantly let go of her and answered it. It was Cragen. He listened carefully. "What! That's not possible. Are you sure? We'll be right down." He stood there shocked. Olivia looked at him expectantly. " They got a print match off of the inside of the wrapping paper that was around the flowers. You're never gonna believe this. They belong to Richard White!"