Move Along

A/n: Guess what I just remembered…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Law & Order: SVU, nor do I own the characters I mention that are on the show. If I did, there would be lots of flying monkeys, Cassidy would still be on the SVU, and there would be more FEMALE detectives on the show.

Olivia turned her head to see who was coming into the room, but the slight movement made her entire body ache in protest. She let out a barely audible moan as Elliot walked into the room. "Hey Liv," he said. She smiled slightly, recognizing his voice.

"Hey El."

"How are you?" he asked. She shut her eyes.

"How do you think?"

"Good point. Liv, I need to get your statement about what happened," he said, sitting down in a chair next to her bed. He took out the tape recorder. She watched as he turned it on.

"I don't really remember that much," she said.

"It doesn't matter, Liv. Just tell me what you do remember." He reached up and took her hand to reassure her.

"I fell asleep Saturday night right when I got home. I'm not sure how long I was asleep. A noise woke me up, so I got up to investigate. I was paranoid, so I took my gun with me. When I walked out of my bedroom, he knocked the gun out of my hands and grabbed my wrist. He threw me down on the floor and started hitting me… I was on my stomach, but after a while he turned me over and started to hit my face. I don't really remember much after that," she said.

"Did you get a look at his face?"

"No. He was wearing a ski mask."

"What about his clothes?"

"It was too dark… I don't even know what time it was, I didn't look." She could feel tears starting to fall. She was a detective. She should have reacted faster than she had. "I can't believe I was so stupid."

"Liv, we all make mistakes, but this isn't your fault," he said, turning off the tape recorder. He didn't think she'd want Munch, Fin and Cragen to hear her break down like this.

"Just like those four murders weren't? Like the seven women who were kidnapped and raped weren't?" she said, recalling some old cases.

"Liv, you can't control what other people do."

"I know. But those people were hurt because of me, El," she said. He sighed and picked up the tape recorder.

"We can talk about this later," he said, wanting to change the subject. He didn't think it was a good idea to upset her any more for the day.

"You should head back to the station. I'm sure you've got cases to work," she said, closing her eyes.

"I can stay if you want me to. I just thought that this isn't the best time for the discussion we were about to have," he said. She opened her eyes again.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked. He could tell she was upset.

"I'm trying to not upset you, Liv. You need to rest," he said, putting the recorder in his coat pocket.

"So you're just going to avoid the subject?" she asked. He looked into her eyes and sighed.

"Olivia, I'm really not the best person for you to talk to about this," he said. He looked down at her hand.

"Huang?" she asked. He nodded.

"I think it would be a good idea. You know the Captain'll want you to before you start working again anyway."

"I hate shrinks," she muttered. Elliot smiled.

"You aren't the only one." He looked back up at her. "But it does help, some times."

"I know."

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Munch walked down the hospital corridor to the room he'd been told at the desk. He knocked on the door and waited for a moment. He heard someone tell him he could go in, so he opened the door. He wasn't surprised to see Elliot with a bunch of case files spread out on the table in front of him while Olivia slept. It was the sight of Olivia's face that startled him.

"Damn," he muttered, under his breath. It looked a hell of a lot worse than it had two days earlier. Regaining his composure, he walked further into the room. "Hey, Captain asked me to come get a tape from you," he said out loud. Elliot nodded and pulled the recorder out of his coat pocket.

"I didn't rewind it yet," Elliot told him, holding the recorder out. "She didn't see him."

"What?"

"His face. She never saw it. He had on a ski mask," Elliot said, lowering his voice so they wouldn't wake Olivia up.

"Kinda shits things up, huh?"

"Tell me about it." Elliot closed the folder. "Casey can't file charges without her identifying the man, so even if we do catch him, he's going to get out of it."

"We still have attempted murder. And she's a police officer. There's no way in hell this guy's going to get off," Munch assured him. He quickly pocketed the recorder. "I'd better get back before Cragen has a heart attack. He's really worked up about this one." Elliot nodded and went back to the paperwork in front of him as Munch walked out into the hall. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the ME's number. "Please tell me you have some good news," he said, as she answered the phone.

"I was just about to call you. You're going to want to get over here."