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back story- look at chapter one.
Chapter 2- Broken Confession
Olivia stared through the small window of room 214 and stared in heart break and shock. Why was Elliot there? she thought to herself. He is her partner. Her best friend. He would tell her if something was wrong, right? Is this what Cragen is keeping from her? What is wrong with the only love of my life?
She slowly stepped back from the door and pulled out her phone. She made her way outside the hospital wing doors and dialed Fin's number. She couldn't think of the victim right now. She needed some answers.
When Fin answered the phone, he seemed bored. He and John were probably on a break and making more meaningless money-losing bet on useless activities. "This is Fin," he answered into the phone.
"Fin, are you and John busy right now?"
"Benson? What the hell do you need? Its our first break since last night." He said in exhaustion.
"I have some personal affairs I need to take care of right now. I need you two to talk to a victim here at Mercy General."
"You okay, Olivia?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Cragen said this should be an open-shut case. So if you guys can do that for me, I'd owe you big time."
"All right no problem. What's the vic's name?"
"Last name Grover. Didn't catch the first. Im sorry I need to go."
"Good luck." Fin said as she hung up the phone abruptly.
Olivia stormed back into the hospital and marched to room 214. She wanted answers and needed to here them from one and only one man. When she looked into the room, he was gone. She stared with disbelief and began to look around. She went to the nurse who she was talking to before and asked, "Excuse me. The man in room 214, where did he go?"
"Oh Mr. Stabler? He's such a nice guy. Can be cranky sometimes, but a very good man. Um, his treatments just finished and since its not recommended or safe that he drives after the treatments, we called him a cab. Um, did you talk to Ms. Grover?"
Olivia's mind was in a million different places. Treatments? Why does Elliot need treatments. When the nurse pressed her hand against Olivia's arm, she snapped back into reality. "Im sorry, What?"
"Ms. Grover, Detective. Did you speak to her?"
"No, my coworkers Detectives Munch and Tutuola will be here shortly. Thank you."
She left the hospital and moved straight to her car. She drove through the rainy day and by instinct made her way to Elliots. The rain had moved toward Times Square, so he was out doing busy work. She stared at him from across the street. He was simply raking the leaves from his yard. Nothing can be wrong with Elliot. He is my rock. My sense of goodness and humanity when she feels there isn't any. My heart...
"Liv!" Elliot said knocking on her window.
She snapped back into reality and got out of the car and took him in her arms. She wrapped his arms around her and she took in his scent. She moved her hands and moved them up to his chest.
"Wow," he whispered at her unexpected closeness. She seemed to have pushed him away these past few weeks and now here she was in his arms. "Everything okay, Liv?"
With fires of anger and need in her eyes, she stood back and slapped him across the face. The sting could be heard and felt down the entire neighborhood. "What the hell is wrong with you, Elliot? Why wouldn't you tell me if something was wrong with you?"
He looked into her eyes and it broke his heart. He read her confusion and her hurt. He saw her worry and he saw her fear. He moved his hands up and down her shoulders and stared down at her. "Liv, lets take this inside, okay?"
She nodded her head and they made their way up his stairs and into the living room. It consisted of many pictures of his kids and them. Just random shots of them together. She moved to his couch and stared at her partner. He moved over to the mantle where the fire burned up to the chimney. "What did Cragen tell you?" He asked.
"He told me nothing. He almost fired me when I asked where you were this afternoon," she said looking down into her hands.
He smirked at her comment. Then his tone grew serious once again, "How did you find out about the treatments?"
"I saw you today, in room 214 at Mercy General. At first I thought you were giving blood or something, until the nurse said that you were having treatments done. I came straight here after that." She got up and moved to him next to the mantle. He wasn't looking at her. "Elliot, please tell me what's wrong? Why were you in the hospital today?"
He looked back at her with sad eyes and smiled at her. "I think you need to sit down." Her heart stopped. Whenever she heard the words sit down, they always bring something bad. One of the times was when her mom admitted she was a product of rape. Another when she learned her mother died. She remembered when Elliot told her of his divorce. They were sitting on her couch in her apartment and she let him cry. Now she was about to sit again and she knew that she was going to break soon.
"Olivia, at my two year check up since my fear of having HIV, some doctors tested my blood and we got some bad results." She had a shocked look in her eyes and he grabbed her hands. "Liv, its not HIV, but apparently I am very sick. I have a form of Leukemia that is very dangerous. I need to go into the hospital every week for treatments. That is the only reason Cragen is keeping me on the squad right now. Im sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't want to worry you."
Leukemia? Now that wasn't an answer she was expecting. Her heart was shattered and the love of her life was literally slipping away. She stayed silent as he held her hands and tried to explain it to her. She looked up into his eyes and saw a thin layer of tears over his eyes. That alone made her tears fall silently. When she gain whatever composure she could muster, she looked at him and asked, "Do the kids know?"
"Yeah, they do. Maureen tries to come over when she knows I have treatments, but I told her that school came first. Kathleen calls at least once a day to talk. Lizzie and Dickie are heartbroken. I have never seen them more hurt. Even through the divorce. I told them they can stay with me whenever they would like. Dickie actually ran away and came here. I had to explain that he couldn't run away from his mom, but I will live here. He tries to be so tough, you know?"
"Like his father," Liv whispered, tears evident in her voice. He smiled at her and continued to rub her hands. She was his strength and his weakness. "How did Kathy take the news?" Olivia asked.
"She's been nice through all of this. When I told her, she and her boyfriend talked to me about all the possible treatments and such. She has been very good about custody throughout all of this. I think I see the kids more than I did when we were married," he said sadly. "I told her not to worry too much because of her new baby on the way, but you know Kathy. She's stubborn. If Im with the kids, she'll bring dinner." He smiled sadly at his partner who was barely holding in her strength. He could see her walls coming down with every word.
"El, why didn't you tell me?" Olivia asked looking into his eyes.
"I was afraid I was going to lose you," he admitted. "I knew if you knew, this would be real. I wished that for some reason you would never have to know, but I guess that didn't happen," he said as his pain was released through his voice.
"Elliot," she said finding herself in his arms. "I am and always be your best friend. You won't lose me. Never. I will be here forever." With those words, she finally sobbed into his chest as he held her. They both cried in the night and she held him never intending to let go. She knew her time with him was running down now. They fell asleep in the sadness and exhaustion in the room. Each holding on to the other for dear life.
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