AN: thank you for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing. This chapter has no song so you can propose one... I'll be glad!

D: L&O svu and its characters are not mine

WHEN YOU'RE GONE
CAP: 08 – SOS
SONG: NONE (any ideas?)

A strong light dazzles me. I move a little and feel how Elliot also moves against me. I'm cuddle against his strong arm which keeps me from falling off the bed.
"Hahahaha wake up!" Munch 's voice make me open my eyes and I found him standing in front of us with an old camera in his hands and that silly smile on his face.

"What is it?" I ask in a sleepy voice.

"Well, you are conscious that the lock of that old door doesn't work, right?"

"I've notice that." Elliot says with a funny accent. I move from my place and sit down on the edge of the bed feeling sleepy.

"Is everyone back?"

"No, they still are in the park. I just came to get some rest. I'm getting old for this." He says sitting on the next bed. "Thanks for sharing bed guys. I hate sleeping on the one on the top gravity is a personal enemy of mine." He jokes lying down on the bed and without another word he fell asleep hugging his old camera.

"He IS already too old for this." I joke knowing that he will not answer back.

"Did you sleep well?" Elliot asks me tenderly.

"Yes, my thirty minutes." I assure him.

"Hehe, that was more than thirty minutes Livie." He says laughing a little. I scratch my eyes and stretch careful not to hit my hand against the upper bunk.

"Really?" I ask smiling at the idea of having slept more than I actually needed.

"Yes. I think we should get back to work." He rises up without much problem and stretches just a little bit before walking around the bed to get to me. He takes my hands and helps me to my feet.

" Lets go Stabler." I say with a smile on my face walking towards the door. I feel him after me as we go down the stairs carefully. I don't really know what else we can do but each of us walks to our desks. I take Dana's statement on hands trying to find something else in it; but I've already reviewed it fifty times and there is nothing. There is not a single clue to help us move forward in the case.

"So… What should we do?" He asks me and I can't help but laughing a little.

"I think it would be good if we go and give them a hand." The idea doesn't please me much because it's too cold outside and the rain is still falling; and his grimace makes me notice his disagreement.

"Do you want a coffee?" He asks rising toward the coffeepot.

"To go?" I think we are ending up out there in the cod wet night.

"Two American coffees with two of sugar to go are on their way!" He says trying to sound funny I just smile and take my attention back to the woman on the file's picture. I can't recognize her; long blond hair, it seemed to be a studio photograph cause the back of it is just a blue color, she is smiling at the camera showing her perfectly white teeth and her intense green eyes. She is a beautiful woman... but which is her connection with all this? We show Dana the picture but she couldn't identify her. She said she hasn't seen her before.

"One American coffee to go…" Elliot's words take me out of my thoughts. I look up to find him in front of me with two flasks in his hands. I smile to him and take the one he offered me to then get up.

"Thanks. Lets go." I say as he hurries to take my coat and his sack. He is soon at my side taking me from the arm. I turn to face him and we join in a tender kiss. My brain begins to get alert to the situation and I try to fight back any thoughts about us because I know I'm not ready to face a panic attack right now. I'm sure I'll have to face it sooner or later but it rather be later. Right now we should be focusing on the case and nothing else. We shouldn't be kissing, not in the middle of the squad room. We shouldn't. Fortunately the ring of a phone scares us and makes us apart. As soon as I realize it's my phone I hurry to take it out from my coat's bag.

"Benson."

"Detective, we just received a 911 call. Apparently your perpetrator strikes again in south park neaar the 'Strawberry Fields'."

"We are coming." I hang up the phone and as quickly as I can call Cragen.
"He strikes again." I announce Elliot whose eyes are on me full of doubt. Then the captain answers the phone.

"He strikes again…. Strawberry Fields... we're on our way." I hung quickly and we get out the squad room forgetting our coffees on my desk.

:::WYAG::

The grass is wet beneath our feet, the rain continues falling slightly, patrols are near us in silence.
"Help me!" A woman's scream is soon heard in the middle of the night. Elliot takes the lead and I quickly follow him into some bushes.

"NYPD!" I shout as Ell jumps towards the man. I try to get close and keep my gun pointed at the man while he tries to escape from Elliot's hold. A pair of uniformed polices hurry to help him and achieve to immobilize the man against a tree. I hasten to help the woman who, for my surprise, is just a young teenager. Not more than fifteen years old. She remains frozen on the cold grass with an expression full of panic. I approach her taking off my coat to cover her up.

"Come with me, honey. You are now out of danger." Her eyes fly to mine and she immediately jumps into my arms beginning to mourn. This work has made me go through this situation a million times... but now, I don't know why, it feels different. A horrible cold ran down my back making my body paralyzes for a moment. I blame it on the fact that I just took off my coat but my eyes inevitably search for Elliot who is handcuffing the suspect.

"You are safe sweetheart." I get my attention back to the young girl.

" I could have died!" She cries aloud. I rushed to pick her up in my arms and I walk away from her attacker. I don't want him to see her. I don't want her to have that image in her mind. I walk to the ambulance that is already waiting at the nearest street.

"Olivia!" I see the captain approaching us.

"I need the paramedics here!" I order and soon two men approach me taking the girl from my arms. "We have him." I announce the captain without taking my attention from the victim. Soon Elliot and the uniformed polices are walking with the attacker under control. I watch his face; he is smiling. Instantly my blood is boiling. Odafin places a hand on my shoulder. I know he knows that could run and slap the man, smash his face at once is not a bad idea.

"Calm down Liv ... we have him." He says giving me some calm. He has always had this self-control and the power to make us calmer. My good big brother is always here with me.

"I'm fine ... I'll be with the victim." I say as I turned around and walked to the ambulance where the paramedics are taking care of the crying girl.

"Hello, I'm Detective Benson."

"You save me." She says looking at me still shaking.

"You did very very well, honey. You fight back and shout for help." I say smiling at her. "I have to ask you a couple of questions. Can I?" she just nods.

"You know the man who attacked you."

"No." She answers. "Why he did this?" her voice so low and cut.

"We don't know but we'll find out. Tell me, do you recognize this woman?" I ask taking the picture out of my pants' bag.

"Yes." Her face is suddenly full of surprise. "She is my art teacher. Why do you have that picture?"

"We found it…In which school are you studying, darling?"

"Benjamin Franklin, what's happening?"

"Nothing honey. You did it great. You need to go to the hospital."

"But ..." I couldn't tell her more cause the paramedics needed to take her, she was trembling with cold and fear at the same time. I don't want her to get sick after all she had been exposed in the rain for a while.

::WYAG::

We are already at the squad room again. Elliot and Fin are interrogating the abuser while I try to contact the art teacher but at this hour there is no one answering at the school, and the victim didn't give me a name.

I take our coffees- our no longer hot coffees- and get up to the coffee machine to take warmer ones. I hope he is out of the interrogation room soon. And for my surprise se is already walking down the aisle while Fin is behind him taking the attacker to the cells. Elliot stops away from me and give me a smile. They have achieved what they wanted. I smile him back. "I love you." He mouths to me not caring if someone is watching. I can't help but blush. We are not alone this time! The entire squad is full with the people who had just returned from the cold night in central park.

"Richard!" suddenly a woman's cry is heard making everyone to turn to her. Those eyes… she is the woman in the picture. The teacher. She has a… gun?

"Don't'!" Someone else yells. I immediately ducked down to protect behind the desktops spilling all the coffee around me. I soon find my gun in my hands. Several shots are heard, my ears start to ring and my eyes fly looking for Elliot.

"Elliot!"

TO BE CONTINUE...

AN: SO AS I SAID THIS IS A DRAMA STORY... SO IT BEGINS? PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR OPINIONS.