Elliot turned over in bed and stared at the clock. It was 2:15AM; only four minutes later than the last time he had checked. He had been in bed for over an hour, and despite being exhausted, he couldn't seem to fall asleep. While he didn't have confirmation, he was pretty certain Olivia and Amy were going out tonight. He wondered if she had actually worn that slinky black dress tonight. The thought of it made his stomach clench. Guys in the bar wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off her. Olivia and Amy…two gorgeous women... they wouldn't be alone for a minute. He let out a heavy sigh and flipped over on his other side. He had to get her out of his mind.

Elliot closed his eyes, but a vision of Olivia quickly occupied his thoughts. He saw her in that dress…his hands on her shoulders…his hands skimming down her arms, taking the thin straps of the dress with it…the material sliding down and revealing her full breasts encased in black lace.

He let out a groan and flipped over again. 2:18AM.

Elliot wondered if she was home yet.

What if she didn't go home alone?

He felt a moment of panic at the thought. Surely, she wouldn't bring a strange man home. She knew better than that.

But what if she was drunk? He could see that Amy could be trouble. Convincing Olivia to let her hair down.

Elliot sat up and scrubbed both hands over his head and down his face.

Goddamnit.

He shouldn't be this worked up. Olivia had been his partner for years. He knew she went out. Dated. It usually never bothered him like this. Why was it bothering him now?

Elliot climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He stretched his arms out, resting his hands on the edge of the counter, and stared at himself in the mirror.

He knew damned well why it bothered him now. Because he had finally admitted to himself that he wanted her. Denial had been his ally for a long time. But now there was only one word that he thought of when Olivia came to mind.

Mine.

He loved her…and he had for a long time. How he'd been able to keep his possessiveness in control for this long was beyond him.

Who the hell was he kidding? He had always been somewhat possessive when it came to her. Protective. When a suspect made a lewd comment that she hadn't provoked purposefully…when uniforms couldn't keep their eyes off her or their comments to themselves…when someone asked him if he was banging his partner…he made sure to straighten them out.

Even though that's all he could think of now. Sleeping with Olivia.

They would be a cliché.

He found he didn't give a shit. He would give it all up for her. He'd switch partners…transfer out…retire if he had to. If that meant he could come home to her every night.

The realization hit him square in the chest.

Slow down Stabler. He hadn't even talked to her and he had their whole future laid out.

She had to feel the same way…

He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. He grabbed a small towel and dried his face, then tossed it on the bathroom counter.

She may feel the same way…but it didn't mean she was willing to give up what they had. This was Olivia. Whenever he got the balls to actually tell her how he felt, he had to remember that. She had to have time to process…to catch up. He couldn't push her.

Elliot heard his cell phone ringing in the bedroom. He let out a heavy sigh and took one last look at his sorry self in the mirror before he turned and walked back into the bedroom.

EOEOEOEO

Olivia could hear a man talking, but she couldn't seem to open her eyes.

"Lady…"

Someone had a hand on her shoulder, and she tried to make sense of what was going on. She was cold and felt something hard beneath her back, and it took a few seconds before she realized she was lying on the ground.

"Lady…"

The hand on her shoulder was shaking her lightly, but her mind was foggy.

"Clear the way."

Olivia heard more voices and then the hand on her shoulder was gone. The loss of that contact made her feel odd…and suddenly much colder than she had been. Then there was noise around her…more footsteps… and she felt a warm hand on her neck. She jolted then, and her eyes flew open. She saw a man kneeling over her…brown eyes staring down at hers.

"It's OK." He said, giving her a smile. "I'm with Emergency Services." He had a penlight, and started shining it back and forth between her eyes. "Can you tell me your name?" He asked. She felt someone pull on her other arm, and looked over to see another EMT putting a blood pressure cuff on her arm.

"Olivia." She whispered and then she furrowed her brow in pain. Her head was killing her.

"OK Olivia." Brown eyes said to her. "I'm Chris." He moved his hands to her hairline. "Have you been drinking tonight?" He asked. He kept that smile on his face and she felt like she wanted to punch him for his condescending tone. She was not some drunken woman out wandering the streets and getting into trouble.

"No." she said, wanting to sound angry. But the pain in her head kept her tone quiet, and it came out more as a whisper. "I mean. Yes." She had been drinking and a blood test would easily show that. "But I'm not drunk."

She turned back towards the other EMT as he pulled the cuff off her arm and jotted notes down on a clipboard.

"OK." Chris was clearly in charge and she turned back to him as he spoke.

"Listen." She tried to sit up but he put a hand on her chest and held her in place.

"Please lie still. You have a head injury and I don't want you to move yet."

"I'm fine." Olivia said, pushing against his hand with her own, as she tried to sit up again. But she suddenly felt light-headed, and she dropped her hand and closed her eyes.

"Stay with me." Chris said.

Olivia felt someone lift her head slightly and she let out a small moan as fingers probed a spot on her head.

"Laceration on the back of her head. Approximately 5 centimeters in length."

Olivia heard Chris rattle off information, and the other EMT was repeating it. She could hear the crackle of the radio, and she knew from experience that he was relaying the information to the hospital.

"I'm fine." She whispered. Her mind was still foggy, and she was having a hard time focusing. She opened her eyes and looked at the EMT named Chris. "I don't need to go to the hospital."

Chris was turning her head slightly, nodding as she talked. "Uh-huh." Chris looked at the other EMT. "Abrasions on her shoulders. Contusion on her left cheekbone and eye. Edema around eye socket. Small laceration on left cheekbone." Chris looked back down at her. "Do you remember what happened?"

Olivia closed her eyes again. "We went out…" God, her head hurt and her face hurt and she just wanted to sleep. She couldn't think. "We went out…"

Chris must have been able to tell she was struggling. "It's fine. The police will get your statement."

Olivia's eyes flew open. "I'm a cop." She whispered. "At the 16th." Olivia didn't know why she hadn't told him that right away. She was a cop; he had to listen to her. She saw Chris nod and he patted her on the upper arm.

"OK." He looked away from her again and Olivia heard more rattling. The next thing she knew she was being lifted and she groaned slightly as they lay her on the gurney. They strapped her down and then Olivia saw a uniformed officer.

"Names Olivia. Says she's a cop." Chris told the uniform. Olivia gripped the EMT's hand; he gave her an inexplicable sense of comfort. She felt a small stab of fear…guilt…or some mixture of both as the policeman walked up on the side of the gurney opposite Chris.

"Ma'am? I'm Officer Janssen. Can you tell me your name?

Olivia supplied her name, and repeated the fact that she was a detective from the 16th precinct.

Officer Janssen nodded. "OK, we'll contact your Captain. Now can you tell me what happened here tonight?"

"We need to transport her. You can get the information in the ambulance or at the hospital."

"Amy." Olivia said. "I went out with Amy." The evening was starting to come back to her. Talking in Amy's hotel room. The club. "Chaos…"

They started wheeling the gurney towards the ambulance; Officer Janssen trailing at her feet.

"Wait!" Olivia said. They weren't listening, or she wasn't making sense. She didn't know which one. She tried to sit up. But they had her restrained so she wouldn't fall off he gurney and she couldn't move.

The EMT's stopped.

Olivia's memories from the evening were slowly coming back to her. She remembered rushing forward to knee Jason in the groin. She had allowed herself to get distracted by Amy falling to the ground. When she turned back towards Jason at the last minute, it had been too late. She hadn't been able to dodge the fist coming her way. "Where's Amy?" She could hear the panic in her own voice.

Olivia looked at each of the EMT's and then at Officer Janssen, and she saw them look at each other. "Where is Amy?" she asked again, and she fought against the restraints.

"Ma'am, there was no one else here with you. Eyewitnesses called in about one woman with injuries passed out on the sidewalk."

Chris nodded at the other EMT and they started loading her into the ambulance.

"Nooo!" Olivia yelled. "Please. Wait. We need to find her." She was getting agitated and she watched as Office Janssen hesitated at the door of the ambulance. They obviously thought she was some drunken woman that didn't know what she was talking about.

"Calm down Ms. Benson." Officer Janssen said. "Let's get you to the hospital and detectives will meet you there." The doors started to close.

"But she's missing!" Olivia yelled, closing her eyes at the pain that rocketed through her body. The EMT's pushed her back down against the gurney, and then she felt a small prick in her arm. Then her world went black again.

EOEOEOEO

"Stabler." Elliot said as he answered the phone. The ring tone had told him it was Cragen, and he was already pissed about being called back into work.

"Elliot."

He could the hesitation in Cragen's voice, and he was immediately on high alert. "What's wrong?"

"I just got a call from a Detective Portman. He's down at Mercy."

Elliot sighed. "OK. I'll call Olivia and we'll head down." He wanted to ask why Fin and Munch couldn't pick it up, since he and Olivia were supposed to have the weekend off. But frankly, he wanted to see her. He wanted to know she was home. Alone. He was about to hang up when he heard Cragen speak again.

"You don't have to call her." Cragen said. "She's already there."

EOEOEOEOEO

Elliot tore into the emergency room, thankful, for the first time, that they were on a first name basis with most of the staff there. When the nurse saw him, she simply pointed to down the hall. When he got near Exam room 5, he could hear her talking loudly. He couldn't see her through the glass because the curtain was drawn around the bed, but he breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded like she was chewing someone out…she couldn't be hurt too badly. Cragen hadn't known the extent of it when he called, and his mind has skimmed over multitude of possibilities…none of them good.

He let himself into the room and parted the curtain. "Thank God." He stopped short when he saw her, and everyone quieted, including Olivia. She was propped up on the bed, and her black dress was torn, exposing her left thigh. His eyes skimmed over the blood on her shoulders but landed on her face. Her left eye was swollen and black, and there was a large bruise and a small cut on her cheekbone. He could see the edge of a white bandage peeking out of her hair towards the back of her head.

"It looks worse than it is." Olivia said quickly as she saw the concern on Elliot's face. She followed with her standard answer. "I'm fine." She gave him a desperate look. "Amy's missing."

Elliot started to respond, but Detective Portman interrupted. It was clear that he wanted him to know that he was in charge. He introduced himself and explained that Olivia had just regained consciousness after being knocked out in the ambulance, and that they were just getting started. He turned back towards Olivia. "Now tell me what happened again, from the beginning."

"You're wasting time!" Olivia said. She held her hand to her head. It was still pounding and she knew it was due to the concussion the doctor had diagnosed. She must have hit the ground hard when Jason knocked her out.

"What do you mean Amy's missing?" Elliot asked, taking another step towards her, ignoring Portman.

Portman shot him a look and Cragen put a hand on his arm.

"Olivia. I think it would be best if you tell Detective Portman what happened as he requested. Then we'll make sure we have all of the facts."

Elliot nodded. He wanted to know the name of the man that did this to Olivia. That man was going to get a personal visit from him…

Olivia lay her head back against the bed, closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath. It seemed she wasn't going to win this argument. She exhaled slowly, trying to reassemble her memories of the night. She opened her eyes, but kept her head back against the bed. She recounted her evening with Amy, Chloe and Jamie, and got only a few clarifying questions from Portman and Cragen. Then she got to the part about Jason and she hesitated. "He surprised me. All of my training and I just…I let myself get distracted." She closed her eyes again. "But Amy was falling to the ground and…I should have kneed him in the groin. Tackled him." A tear slipped from her lashes and trailed down her cheek. "I knew he was dangerous…"

"Who the hell is Jason?" Elliot asked.

Olivia opened her eyes and told them all about Amy's old boyfriend, the end of the relationship, his stalking, and the attempt to get a restraining order. "He's never been physical. At least not that I know of. But it seemed like he was getting bolder. I should have known…"

"Olivia." Elliot moved closer to the bed. He could see the tears streaming down her face and he wanted to pull her into his arms and comfort her. But he knew he couldn't. Not here. "You had no reason to believe he'd follow her to New York. This isn't your fault."

"I'm a cop. I'm trained in defense tactics…"

"Stop." Elliot said.

"We're sending officers over to the Hilton." Portman said, and he pulled out his phone. "We'll check surveillance videos and see if we can spot him anytime in the last few days. What's Jason's last name?"

Olivia furrowed her brow and tried to think. She didn't know if Amy had ever told her. "I don't remember. I don't think I know it."

"It should be a matter of public record. If she filed a restraining order against him, it should be in court documents. Don't worry, we'll find it."

The doctor came into the room. "Are we almost done here?" she asked. "Ms. Benson needs to rest."

Olivia lifted her head. "No. I need to get out of here. I need to help find Amy. This is my fault."

"We'll find her Detective." Portman said.

"You can't promise me that." Olivia said. She had worked too many cases like this…and most of them ended in tragedy.

Portman looked like he wanted to respond, but instead, he looked over at Cragen. "We'll keep you both in the loop and keep you appraised of our progress." He nodded at them, and then walked out of the room.

"Ms. Benson. You really need to rest. You need to stay overnight. You have a pretty serious concussion and we need to keep you under observation."

Elliot could see the protest on Olivia's lips and he cut her off before she could say anything. "Liv, you need to listen to the doctor."

"I can't stay here." She said quickly. "I need to find Amy."

"Elliot's right Olivia." Cragen said. "You need to stay put. You're in no condition to be running around the city."

Olivia wanted to object, but her head was still pounding and she wasn't up to arguing. She tried a different tactic. "OK." She looked from the doctor back to Cragen. "I won't go out looking for her, but I'd like to go home. Sleep in my own bed." She could see the doctor looking at her, trying to assess her sincerity.

"I can't force you to stay." She said finally.

Elliot saw Olivia smile and he didn't trust her. He knew the minute she was out of here, she was going to go looking for her friend. "I'll take responsibility for her." He said. "I'll make sure she gets home." He didn't look at Olivia. He knew that despite her injuries, she'd be seething. "And I'll make sure she stays there."