Fin never felt more confused in his life. He thought, "Surely, this is a misprint." The more and more he wanted it too be logical, his mind couldn't push pass the images of his friend. He stared intently at the picture of Elliot wearing his trademark grin. He heard footsteps and quickly tossed the pictures back the desk.
Olivia had already seen Fin. She saw how he was attempting to play it off as if he hadn't been snooping on her desk. She saw how shocked he was to see the picture. She saw all this and made a decision, right then and there, to chuck everything she had worked on for the past six months. Fin realized this a split second before she blew up at him.
FLASHBACK
Olivia felt like crap. She felt she had pushed away the best thing, if not only, thing she had going for her. As much as she tried to convinced herself it wasn't true, as much as her friends tried to tell her she was wrong, she could help how she felt.
She sat in her small apartment, cursing herself for the millionth time about yelling at Elliot. At first, she thought she had really hurt him, for he hadn't been back to work since the incident. After a couple a days, Cragen had informed her that Elliot wasn't coming back, that he had transfered. Slightly upset that Cragen hadn't told her earlier and that Elliot hadn't told her at all, she asked where. Cragen sighed and looked away. She could almost swear he was crying. After a few minutes of prompting, Cragen looked her square in the eye and told her he had transfered to the Los Angeles Special Victims Unit. Shocked, but determined to remain calm, she asked why he didn't inform her sooner. He replied that he hadn't believed Elliot himself and was giving him a few days to reconsider. Elliot had, instead, used those few days to pack the remainder of his items and haul-ass to the sunny beaches of California. Olivia simply walked out of the office, out of the precint, and out of the last piece of sanity she might have had a hold on.
This was four weeks ago, and Olivia was still battling with mixed feelings. The past few weeks had not gone well. She stopped eating and had lost a considerable amount of weight. She never smiled anymore; if she wasn't angry, then she was depressed. She went through the work day with robotic like motions and spent the remainder of the day nursing drinks at the local bar and getting into trouble. Cragen, not quite fed up with her, but feared for her, decieded she needed to speak with a professional. Not only afraid for her, but also afraid of her, he managed to finally con Casey into talking Olivia into going to a psychologist. Casey almost had to physically drag Olivia down to Huang's office. Even then, she refused to talk.
Since then Olivia had begun to open up to the quiet, caring doctor. He had helped her open up feelings she had before refused to feel. She was clean of the alcohol and had gained back half the weight she lost. She actually went to dinner with John and Fin and enjoyed herself last night. Feeling all the more confident, she walked into her bedroom and pulled out the small package she had come home to the day she got into the arguement with Elliot. Unwrapping it quickly, she was met by a small black box and a letter of apology from Elliot. Her heart skipped a beat as her knees liquidfied and tears bungee-jumped down her face. She slowly opened the box and found the most beautiful engagement ring she had ever seen. Underneath the ring, she found a note that read "For the most beautiful woman I know, the most beautiful ring I could find..." She was overcome with emotion and was halfway to the floor when the phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered shakily.
"Is this the fiancee of Detective Elliot Stabler?" asked a grave voice.
"Ye..yes. This is Olivia Benson. Who is this?" Oliva was already imaging the thousands of things this could mean, all of them bad.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Benson..." Olivia's suspicions were confirmed as she caught the break in the caller's voice.
"...there was an accident tonight..." That was the last thing Olivia heard, for she had let the phone clatter to the floor and had dropped to the floor sobbing.
FLASHBACK ENDS
Olivia found herself shaking in the arms of Fin, who also was weeping. Neither had no idea where or when John had found the pictures or where to go from there. They only knew they had to prepare themselves for a bumpy ride.
TBC
A/N: Mwahaha, go ahead and tell me how cruel you think I am. Thank you for all the reviews. I promise to update within the next thwo-three days, so don't gang-up on me. Suggestions? please hand them out, thank you!