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Touched my heart, you touched my soul

You changed my life and all my goals

Elliot knew she was mad. She hadn't spoken to him, like it wasn't hard for him. He'd felt ashamed that he'd hidden the letters from his partner and now her beloved cat was dead. Olivia had stayed with Alex for a few days, to get over the shock.

"Elliot," Cragen called from his office. Elliot jumped, pulling him out of his thoughts. Olivia looked up and quickly looked down as she caught his eye. Elliot stood and walked over to his captain. He entered the office, closed the door and sat down.

"We intercepted another letter. It had a picture of you and the girls in." Cragen stated.

Elliot's eyes widened, panicked. Since Susie the cat all Elliot's mail was being intercepted.

"We put a tail on your family, everything's fine a t the moment." Cragen hastily added. He looked at one of his best detectives deeply. Elliot's skin had become permanently pale; the bags under his eyes were deep. He nodded.

"Thanks Cap'n" he answered. "I appreciate your honesty." He got up and left the office. He slumped at his desk, held his head in his hands. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. He was scared for his family. His beloved children, the people he worshipped were being terrorised. This had to stop.

"Elliot," he heard a familiar voice whisper. A wave of warmth flooded through his body. He looked up. "Is there anything I can do?" Olivia asked.

"You can find the guy." Elliot winced at how snappy it sounded. "I'm sorry 'Liv. I'm so sorry, I just I need your support, please forgive me." For the first time ever, Olivia Benson saw Elliot Stabler cry. He couldn't control it and he was too tired to fight it. She held him, awkwardly at first. He didn't even mind that the rest of the station was watching.

"Look at me," Olivia ordered after a minute. Elliot obliged. "This isn't the Stabler that I know. You're stronger than his and by God Elliot when we catch the guy you can look him in the face and you can tell him you weren't afraid, you stood strong." Elliot knew she was right. He took a deep breath and made the decision to fight again.

"She's right Elliot," Huang said from behind. "You gotta stay strong because otherwise he's winning." Elliot knew why he felt like this. His home and business were being mixed and it scared him beyond doubt. He pulled himself together, knowing he could fight it with the help of his friends, those who touch his heart and soul.

Munch drove back to his home from work. He'd never seen Elliot break down like that. He'd kind of expected it though – it happened to everyone eventually, the job got to them. It was a shame though. Elliot was amazing at his job.

He pulled up out side his place and got out of the car, wearing his somewhat compulsory sunglasses. He walked up the stairs thinking about Elliot. He rounded the corner and placed the key in the lock. The door swung open. He entered and took his jacket and glasses off. He slipped his shoes and socks off, force of habit from growing up. He walked in to the living room. A sharp, slice cut at his feet. All over his feet felt white hot with pain and then wet and sticky. Munch shrieked and swore. He stared down. His white carpet became covered in blood. Shards of carefully lain glass were strewn over the floor, he walked right through it. He really felt the pain as the blood really started to flow… "Shit," he muttered………

"Elliot," the raspy voice taunted over the phone, "Do you think Munch enjoyed his walk in the park?"

I know your fears and you know mine,

We've had our doubts but now we're fine.