Olivia and Eliot got at the hospital. It was the same one where Christina was when she was shot.
Dianna was in room 208. They took an elevator up to the second floor.
Eliot seemed to looking stressed out and Olivia looked concerned.
"Hey El?" They both walked out of the elevator.
"Yeah?" Eliot sighed. He didn't even glace at her and kept walking straight.
"You...Ok?" Olivia said, as the worried look remained on her face.
"Hi, I'm Detective Stabler and this is my partner Benson. Is Mrs. Dianna Wilmore available to see?" Eliot asked a nurse.
"In about fifteen minutes she'll be in recovery. Then it'll be another half hour until you'll get to talk to her. You're welcome to wait." The nurse walked away.
Eliot and Olivia sat in two seats in the waiting room outside her room.
"Eliot. Are you alright?" Olivia asked again.
"I'm okay Liv. It's just the kids have been taking the divorce with Kathy bad," Eliot continued looking straight.
"Sometimes," he continued; this time looking at Olivia. "When we're working these cases with single mothers that prostitute just to pay for food for their babies and fathers that hurt their daughters, I know how good I have it. I have a family to go home to and now…" he sighed and trailed off for a minute. "It's not the same without her Liv."
Olivia patted his shoulder with a reassuring look. "Don't worry about it. I'm sorry El. It'll be okay," she said with the same calm face but smiling. He returned her smile. "Thanks," he said standing up as the nurse walked up to them.
"Okay, she's in recovery but seems to be recovering fast so you can see her now," said the nurse.
The three of them walked in to room 208.
"Hello Mrs. Wilmore. Do you want some water?" said the nurse.
"Oh, thank you but no thanks. I'm fine," Dianna said. Olivia remember Dianna's sweet smile.
"Ok, I'll leave you three alone."
"Thanks," said Eliot to the nurse.
"Remember us Dianna?" Olivia said with a calming face.
"Yes Olivia and Eliot," Dianna said in a steady voice. "You're here about the shootings on myself, daughter and granddaughter right?"
"Right," Olivia said as Eliot sat in a chair next to Dianna.
"Mrs. Wilmore," Eliot started. "What happened when you were shot?"
"I was cooking dinner for my boyfriend, Derek and myself. We were having Italian," Dianna's face became more serious and less calm. "I was straining the noodles and Christina was in her bedroom studying. I heard a knock at the door and figured it was Derek, so I answered it. A man shut off the lights and pushed me into the apartment and shot me. Then he ran- just like that. Christina rushed and called 911 after turning on the lights."
"Dianna, did you get a look at his face or maybe a piercing or tattoo?" Olivia questioned.
"Yes, I did get a look at his face."
"Do you think you'll be able to work with a sketch artist?" asked Eliot.
"Sure. I'll always remember that face. It's etched in my memory," Dianna answered.
"Thanks for your time. We'll be in touch," Olivia said as the two detectives left the room.
"Eliot, I wanted to ask you something," Olivia said with a worried look again.
"What?" Eliot said. He was as rude as some of the suspects from previous cases.
Olivia stepped in front of him. "Eliot, I'm concerned. Maybe you should talk to Wong about Kathy."
"No one could ever understand. I don't expect them to either. Not even Wong."