Chapter2

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Dean Porter entered the squad room. Elliot tried to keep his anger in check. Dean stopped in front of his desk. "Stabler." Elliot glared back at him. "Porter. How else can you screw us?" He said with a sarcastic smile.

Porter frowned. "Looks Stabler, I know I screwed up." He nodded. "Well that's good." Said Elliot, his anger clearly visible. "Are you going to forgive me?" Elliot looked at him, not believing what he just said.

"Yeah, when hell freezes over, or when Olivia Benson walks through that door. Elliot went back to his paperwork. Dean sighed. "Look, Olivia knew what she was getting into. She wanted to do this job." Elliot looked up and glared at Dean.

"Yeah! The job! She didn't sign up for having a partner that didn't have her back!" Dean scoffed. "You are acting like Olivia was always safe with you. Again, Gitano! Or how about when I had to save her from being held at gunpoint by Rojas?"

Fin looked nervously at Elliot, waiting for him to snap. Elliot stood in front of Dean. "I still had her back. Yeah and that cost a little boy his life. And your partnership with her." Elliot fought wanting to beat Dean to a bloody pulp.

"You better get to Cragen's office before I do something I won't regret." Dean squinted his eyes. "You are on dangerous ground Detective Stabler." Elliott leaned in. "Oh am I, prick? Well then report me. But trust me if I go down, you're going down with me."

Cragen came out. "Porter, why are you here?" Dean looked away from Elliot and focused on Cragen "I'm here to say the thanks to Olivia we brought down one of the most dangerous human trafficking rings in Texas. She didn't die for nothing."

Cragen nodded. Dean left. Elliott faced Cragen. "Cap I need to take a walk." Cragen nodded. "Go." They all knew where he was going. Elliot walk through the grass and came to a headstone. "Hey Liv, I almost killed Porter again."He said, forcing a laugh.

He sat at her grave and laid a bouquet a blue tiger lilies, letting out a sob. "Olivia, please come back to me. I can't do without you. I can't breathe. Please, please come back to me. Give me the chance to tell you how much you mean to me, and how much I love you."

He bowed his head his more sobs shook his body. "Olivia I'll love you forever and always."

Nine months later

Elliot said at his desk, looking over a file. Across from him was his new partner, William Drake. Elliot didn't like him. He was asking about the pictures of a certain brown-eyed detective that was on his desk.

Even in death, Elliot was very protective of her. He looked at their group picture with a slight smile. He was still struggling every day but everyday got a teeny bit easier. "Stabler, Drake. You have a vic at Mercy."

Elliott grabbed his jacket. They arrived at Mercy. "Hello I'm Detective Stabler. This is my Detective Drake. We're from Special Victims Unit." The young girl nodded. She wad covered in blood and she was crying.

"My name is Makkayla Jones." She said in between sobs. "Do you know of anyone that would want to see you hurt? Anybody who has been paying extra attention to you? Anybody who's threatened you?" Asked Elliot.

She shook her head. "No, not really. I just moved here from Boston." Elliot nodded. "Can you talk to her later?" Asked her mother. Elliott nodded. We'll talk later after you've had some rest and the doctor takes a look at you." The young girl nodded.

They got back into the car. "So this Liv, was she a good cop?" Elliott glared at him. It's Olivia, you didn't even know her so it's Detective Benson to you and if you must know yes she was a good cop. Really cared for the victims."

Drake nodded. "You seemed close." Elliot nodded. "We were partners for nearly 10 years. She never hesitated to do a job. Even when it was a danger to her. We would still be partners if she hadn't been killed in the line of duty."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Such a shame. That must have been hard for the squad." Elliot nodded. "Come on. Let's get to the lab. They went over to the case after they droped the evidence off at Warner's.

"This was a very brutal crime. Especially for a live victim she's raped at gunpoint, then tortured, then branded with R.W. Due to the blood loss alone she is lucky to be alive." Said Elliott. "Okay Munch, Finn I want you to canvass the area. Stabler, Drake one or once you enter office."

Warner's office

"What are we got?" Asked Elliot. "There are no traces of DNA. No fluids, not even spermicide." Elliott nodded. "The guy made her shower afterwards." Warner sighed. "I'm sorry Elliott." He shook his head."Don't be. We will get the sick son of a bitch."

SVU Squad room three days later

"Okay, we have five victims all I've been made to shower no DNA they're all raped at gunpoint tortured and branded with the initials R.W. You've got to get this guy before there's a victim number 6."

Dean Porter stood at the gate at John F Kennedy airport, waiting for someone. Passengers walked around the crowded airport. The woman appeared. "Hey." He said with a smile. "Hi." She said. They traveled through the busy City.

"Changed at all?" Asked Dean. "No, but New York almost never changes." They stopped for food. "Next stop?" Dean asked. "You know where." They made it to their destination. She walked up the stairs of the familiar building, hearing the familiar sounds of phones ringing, papers rustling, and distinct chatter.

She entered the familiar room. Nothing had changed. Her heart sped up when she laid eyes on him. Elliott stepped out of Cragen's office, nose in a file. He looked up at the doorway and stopped dead in his tracks, dropping everything.

He couldn't believe who was standing there. His eyes stung with tears. His breath caught as tears pulled from his eyes. "Oh my God. Olivia?