Chapter 2
"El…" She asked for him as she opened her eyes. She looked around a little wondering where she was. She figured that she was in the hospital, pretty easy to tell what with all the equipment around.
"I'm right here." He was holding her hand. "I'm right here." He repeated.
"Wha-what happened?" She shook her head a little but got a sharp pain and stopped. "Ow." She said.
"Relax, we're on it, we haven't caught him yet but we will." He explained.
"Who?" She asked still unsure of what had happened to her.
"Shit." Elliot muttered. She didn't remember.
"What? Elliot what?" She panicked.
He looked up at her and then back down.
A look of sheer terror ran over her face. "Oh God…" She turned very pale, and then very green.
"Damn." Elliot reached to his left where he had seen a basin. He handed it to her as she started to heave.
He was careful to avoid the bruises as he rubbed circles on her back and held her up a little so her broken ribs wouldn't hurt as badly. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to.
When Olivia had finished she laid back and sighed. "Sorry." She whispered.
"It's fine, we'll just-" He started.
"NO!" She shouted. "NO! NO! NO!" She was shaking.
"Ok. Ok Liv, Ok." He held her gently.
"Please." She begged. She didn't know whom she was begging, or what she was begging for. She wanted it all to be a dream, no, a nightmare. She just wanted to wake up.
Elliot didn't know what to say to her. He didn't know how to help. They were close, but Olivia was tough, never one for showing emotion. It was rare that he saw her cry, even just a little. This was nothing like the few tears she might shed after a hard case. He didn't' even know how much she remembered.
"He…forced…me…" She sobbed. She was remembering a lot. "He tried to KILL me!"
"I know, I know, shhh." It was painful to look at her. Sure, they'd cleaned her up some, stitched her cuts and wiped the dry blood off, but she still looked a mess. The pain in her eyes was overwhelming. They could not wipe away the bruises, the stitched up cuts, the scratches.
"Elliot, why?" She asked so quietly that he almost didn't hear her. Her sobs were slowly turning into sniffles and she was getting tired.
"I don't know Livvy, I don't know." He had no answer.
"It's not fair." She dealt with these type crimes every day. Hell, she was the product of this type crime, but when it happened to her it was so different.
"I know." Elliot said firmly. He was furious at whoever did this to her. He had been falling for her for a while, but never told her.
The same was true for Olivia. They both knew it.
A/N: I know it sucks, I wrote this like...a year ago.
