Dirty Little Secret
A/n: Hey now, I said I wasn't going to tell what happened word for word… And hello… this is me we're talking about. Cliffhangers are to be expected… anyone who has been reading my work for any period of time should realize that.
Olivia moaned softly, just enough to jerk Elliot awake. "El?" she whispered, turning her head to look at him.
"Yeah, I'm here," he said, gently squeezing the hand he'd been holding since he'd arrived.
"Trevor…" she began.
"I know," Elliot cut her off. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Afraid," she replied. At that moment, her head was spinning too much to make a coherent sentence. "You'd think weak."
"Olivia, no one thinks you're weak," he told her. The fact that she cared about how the guys saw her blew his mind. He'd never realized that she felt like she had to hide things so that they would respect her. "You can't control what he does, you know that."
"Could have stopped him," she whispered, closing her eyes.
"He caught you off guard. He's bigger and probably stronger than you are, Liv. Even on a good day it would be hard for you to defend yourself against him," Elliot told her. He gently squeezed her hand. "Don't blame yourself for this, Liv. You know as well as I do that it isn't your fault."
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Trevor Langan sat in an interrogation room of the sixteenth precinct. Only this time, he wasn't the lawyer, there to save the day. He was the perp. The person who would soon have his ass handed to him on a silver platter by one Casey Novak. He watched in silence as two detectives strode into the room. "Mr. Langan, I presume?" Munch asked.
"I'm sorry," he said, just sitting there. He stared down at the top of the table. "I'm going to confess, but I want you to tell Olivia that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt her… I just lost control."
"What happened?" Fin asked him, sitting down across the table.
"Where should I begin?"
"What happened two nights ago?" Munch asked, referring to Olivia's broken arm.
"She was pissed off at me… I deserved it, of course. I went to her apartment, just to talk. I knew she wouldn't talk to me on the phone. One of her neighbors let me in… I went up and waited outside her door. I figured I could catch her as she went in, and she might talk to me, but when she showed up, she was just mad. She refused to listen, so I followed her into her apartment. She tried to force me to leave… I just lost it, and pushed her back. I didn't mean to hurt her, I just wanted her to listen to me," Trevor told them.
"What about last night?" Fin asked.
"I went over to apologize. I was knocking on her door, trying to get her to listen to me, when she came up the stairs. She was really upset that I'd gotten back into the building. I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't listen… I just wanted her to listen," he said. He buried his face in his hands.
"What did you do?" Munch asked. He hated this man, yet at the same time he understood him. How many times had he felt like hurting someone when one of his ex-wives refused to listen to him?
"I… I just picked her up, and I pushed her into the wall. She tried so hard to get away, and I didn't realize the stairs were right there… I didn't want to hurt her, I just wanted her to listen."
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Elliot walked down the hall to the vending machine in silence. Olivia had fallen asleep again, and he was sick of just sitting there doing nothing. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked out the window that was at the end of the hall, next to the vending machines, silently dialing Captain Cragen's number.
"Cragen."
"Don, it's Elliot," he replied.
"Hey. How's she doing?"
"Out of it. I tried to talk to her, but I'm not even sure she understood what she was saying," Elliot told him. He heard Cragen sigh over the telephone.
"Langan confessed. Turned himself in."
"When's arraignment?" Elliot asked.
"In a couple of hours. I'll call you if something goes wrong," Cragen told him.
"Thanks Cap."
"Elliot, you should go home and get some sleep. You know she doesn't want you to wear yourself out."
"When she wakes up again, I'll go home."