Disclaimer: I don't own SVU... or Here's Your Letter, which is by Blink 182. And I don't own The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.

A/N: Chapter three! I hope I can do a chapter a night, cuz you all review, which is great. Thanks so much. Anyway, here's chapter three.

Oh, and a warning on this chapter, there's some self-mutilation reference.

Chapter ThreeHere's Your Letter

Cut the skin to the bone.
Fall asleep all alone.
Hear your voice in the dark.

Lose myself in your eyes.
Choke my voice, say goodnight,
As the world falls apart.

Fuck, I can't let this kill me. Let go...
I need some more time to fix this.

Here's a letter for you,
But the words get confused,
And the conversation dies.
Apologize for the past.
Talk some shit, take it back.
Are we cursed to this life?

Fuck, I can't let this kill me. Let go...
I need some more time to fix this problem.
I need some more time to fix this problem.
I need some more time to fix this.

I'm talking to the ceiling.
My life just lost all meaning.
Do one thing for me tonight.
I'm dying in this silence.

The last star left in heaven
Is falling down to earth, and
Do you still feel the same way?
Do you still feel the same way?

Fuck, I can't let this kill me. Let go...
I need some more time to fix this problem.
I need some more time to fix this problem.
I need some more time to fix this.

-Here's Your Letter

Blink 182

So originally, the plan had been to go out for lunch. But as there hadn't been many cases, the four detectives decided just to take the rest of the day off. The lack of an angry call from Cragen meant that it was probably okay with him.

They had walked instead of taking a car, so all four walked back to the precinct. Munch and Fin got into their cars, which left Olivia and Elliot standing alone on the sidewalk. Olivia smiled at Elliot, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"You need a ride home?" Elliot asked. Olivia shook her head, "Nah, it's okay, El. I'll take the bus." "No, come on, let me drive you." He made Bambi eyes at her, and Olivia rolled her eyes, smiling, "Okay, okay, fine... Thanks."

She got into the passenger seat of Elliot car, and Elliot started to drive out of the parking lot. Most of the way to Olivia's apartment, they rode in a comfortable silence. Once they were halfway there, however, Elliot asked (sounding genuinely curious), "What do you think Munch's letter to Alex sounds like?"

"Dear Alex, we need you back. See ya, John." Olivia said this all very fast, while grinning. Elliot laughed, "Yeah, probably, but I mean... Did you see the look on his face while he was writing it?" "No," Olivia answered, "What do you mean?"

"It was kind of... I dunno... Like the expression I used to get when I thought of Kathy, back when we were still in love," Elliot answered. Olivia sighed, "El..." Elliot shook his head, "No, I'm okay, but... Seriously, he looked at the picture he has of all of us with her, and he was all smiling nostalgically."

Olivia bit her lip, "Well... I don't know. Munch can be pretty hard to get sometimes. I wouldn't think to much about it." Elliot pulled up to her apartment, "I guess you're right. Here we are."

Olivia got out of the car, but Elliot caught her wrist. Olivia looked back, into his eyes. And what eyes he had. Olivia was haunted by those eyes daily, wishing she could stare into them forever, and yet knowing that Elliot didn't love her the way she loved him. But maybe, just maybe, he did...

"Yeah? What's up?"

Elliot had a look of great inner-struggle in his eyes, as he said, "Well, um... I just wanted to say... That, I..." He sighed deeply, "I can pick you up tomorrow morning too... If you want." Olivia did her best to smile, although her heart was sinking. Of course, that's all he wanted to tell her, "Sure, thanks. That's be great."

"Okay. 'Night, Liv."

"'Night, El."

He pulled away, and Olivia slumped against the wall. She disgusted herself. Why did she always get her hopes up?

The one man in the world that I truly love, will never love me back. My life is turning into a bad soap opera before my eyes.

Olivia laughed a pained laugh at how pathetic this all was. God, Benson, pull yourself together. It's not like you're starving in Africa. Just because you're spending another night alone doesn't mean it's the end of the world.

She walked in a sort of daze to her room, where she locked the door, grabbed a Jack Daniels, and sat down on her bed. Drinking the beer, she flipped channels until she settled on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Her mind was only half on jon, and his witty comments, though.

The other half of her mind was on Elliot. Her feelings for him was going to be the death of her. She really was tired of being lonely. And the only man who could actually make her feel whole was, well, her partner.

Absentmindedly, Olivia rolled down her sleeve to expose a few old scars. Looking at them, she shook her head, and said out loud, "Uh-uh, Benson. You are not going back to that." She sighed, and lied back on her pillow, imagining Elliot's soothing voice.

It actually helped her fall asleep.

A/N: And there it is! I'm sorry the chapters are so short, but they'll get longer, I promise. Next chapter is MunchAlex, I think with the song Accidentally in Love (perfect for Munch, right?).

Review, please!

-Remi