Well this well a very…I guess you could call it a dramatic chapter. I decided that instead of boring you for another chapter to add a little bit of stuff with Elliot. Thanks for the reviews... I love them. Please continue to. And I am sure my grammar is once again atrocious so please forgive me. I do not own law & Order SVU or any of the characters… I swear I'm only borrowing them…yes borrowing. Well happy reading. Oh yeah...I'm sorry for the short Chapter.


"Hey Liv…how's your case going?" Elliot Stabler panted as he caught up to Olivia.

"Well lets see here El. I have a traumatized eleven year old girl, her sonofabitch father who hasn't been found and she also doesn't seem to have any medical records or a birth certificate that we know of." Olivia snarled, temper flaring.

"I'm sorry I can't help you Liv but Cragen has me working a case with Fin about a pimp. How about you come and get coffee with me after work? I need to talk to you," he frowned as he knew she was going to refuse.

" Sorry El but I'll probably be here a while. " she walked away without looking back yet the slight slouch in her back illustrated how much the case was wearing on her.

"Ugh I knew she was going to do that" a sigh emitted from Elliot's mouth as he went back to work a growing discomfort in his stomach.


"Hey Jamie, how are you feeling?" Olivia smiled a fake smile that showed a little too much white.

"Ummm better I guess. Have you caught him yet?" Jamie's eyes darted around the room rapidly as if trying to detect any place where her father could be.

"Sorry Jamie but I am not about to give up. But I have to ask you…"

"What?"

"What hospital were you born at?" Jamie's jaw tightened given her an even gaunter look.

"I've never been told. My dad said I wasn't born in a hospital. "

"Who is your mom?" a hollow laugh echoed through the thoroughly disinfected hospital room.

"I would assume that one of his hookers is my mother…but you know when your dad is a pimp…"

"Oops…I shouldn't have said that." Jamie thought as she mentally kicked herself.

"What did you say?" Olivia said carefully trying not to make it sound as though she was prying.

"Uhh nothing, I'm really tired Olivia I think I need to take a nap." And she turned away from the detective with her eyes squeezed shut.


Olivia sighed as she sat at her desk thinking. She needed to find a way to get Jamie to talk about Peter no matter how much she tried to avoid it

"I guess I'll go and try to talk to her tomorrow…that is if she doesn't get released from the hospital"

"Are you sure you don't want to go out for a coffee or something? I really need to talk to you." His voice was casual but sharp as she abruptly looked up to see Elliot looking at her with concern.

"This case is really wearing on you isn't it?"

"Don't they all," Olivia laughed irony forcing its way into her voice.

"Come on Liv…I'll buy."

"Haha never knew Elliot was one to plead" Olivia thought as she grabbed her coat.


Elliot's eyes were slightly downcast as they sat in the comfy chairs that lurked in the corner of Starbucks. He was blinking rapidly and trying to control his breathing.

"I can't hold this in anymore…steady come on El you can do this. Just control your emotions." but the words wouldn't come.

"Is there something you want to tell me El? You know that you can always talk to me." She hesitantly put her soft hand onto Elliot's clammy one. He looked up into her eyes and the ice that always created a barrier between himself and everyone else hardened trying to cutout emotion. But the fear still leaked through. A cold sweat started to break out on his knotted brow and he gulped.

"I…I have stomach cancer." His voice was hoarse but barely a murmur.

"What?" shock seemed to reverberate through her head like a relentless headache.

"I have stomach cancer. I was diagnosed a week ago. But the tumor… it's gotten big. I am going to have to have chemotherapy until it can be surgically removed… before it spreads."

"Shit. Does Cragen know?" her voice lowered to a volume similar to Elliot's.

"No, not yet. I want to hold it off as long as possible, I need work." An understanding of how much Elliot relied on work sounded all too much like Olivia's need. They both had nothing but each other and their jobs. Elliot had his kids but even they were gone from him in a way. Being restricted to only certain weekends was being told that a piece of your heart was being ripped out with a knife.

"Liv, I need to go. I have to tell Kathy and the kids. You know maybe get a few extra weekends here and there. I'll see you around though." He stood up, struggling to regain composure.

"Elliot," she started but he had left. Without looking back.