" What the hell are you doing, Elliot?" Dani asked in her accent that I had come to find quite sexy.

I looked at her with a confused look. What was she talking about?
" You're going to just walk away?" she frowned up at me. " I thought you were better than that!"

She patted me on the arm.

" You mean you don't…" I started, but she put her finger to my lips and shook her head.

" Are you really so blind, you can't see you're in love with her? You winced at every word she said!" Dani exclaimed.

I smiled excitedly down at her, and gave her a quick hug.

" Go get her, Stabler," Dani said, and she kissed me on my cheek before I ran off.

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I couldn't go home. I had to be with someone right now. Yeah that was supposed to be you, Elliot, I thought, disgusted.

So I drove around for a few minutes, until I thought of a place I could go.

About five minutes later I arrived at the doorstep of Casey's apartment. I slowly raised my arm to her door, and it took every ounce of energy to knock.

I heard footsteps as Casey approached the door.

" Who is it?" she asked, peeking through the hole.

" Olivia," I cracked, managing a smile.

With that, she unlocked the door, and smiled. She was wearing a large, gray, Bon Jovi shirt, and blue pajama pants.

" Come to tell me all your stories?" Casey smiled at me, before she realized something was wrong.

Not being able to stand any longer, I fell into her arms, sobbing.

" He, he.." I tried to say, but no words would come out.

" Shhh, it's ok," Casey comforting me, and almost dragging me to her couch. " What the hell happened?"

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I don't think I've ever driven faster in my life. At this time of the night, there weren't too many cops out (other than myself), but even if there were, I didn't care.

I had one goal, find Olivia. Find her, and apologize. Make everything right.

Yeah, way to dig yourself into a hole, Stabler. I cursed at myself for letting her slip though my grasp.

A few minutes later I arrived at Olivia's old apartment. I wasn't sure if she would still live here, but I had to try.
" Olivia," I banged on her door. " Olivia!"

I was desperate now, and had anyone been listening, they would have been able to tell by the way my voice cracked. I quickly picked the lock, and barreled into her apartment.

" Olivia!" I yelled again, probably waking some of her neighbors. I ran into her bedroom, but no one was there.

" Godamit!" I screamed again, beside myself.

I laid down on her bed; just knowing it belonged to her gave me comfort. Her room was plain; the walls were white and undecorated.

Next to her bed was a dresser, with a few photos and cards atop it. I grabbed one card that looked familiar.

The front was sparkly and it appeared to be a birthday card.

I opened it, and began to sob.

Happy Birthday, Olivia, it read. And under that, in my messy handwriting, To the greatest partner ever. I'll always be there for ya!

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" And she's so ugly to!" Casey said between gulps of her scotch.

I nodded.

" Isn't she from like, Russia, or something?" I was drunk.

" I thought it was Estonia?" she shrugged.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't get the image out of my head. It was probably stored in my mind permanently. Closing my eyes didn't help, so I opened them at looked at Casey. Her smile did help though; it reminded me that some people did still care about me.

The drinking helped to dull the pain, but I new I shouldn't be doing this.

" Casey, am I drunk?" I asked, just to be sure.

" Who wouldn't be, after what you just witnessed," she reminded me.

I could tell she wasn't actually drunk, just pretending to make me feel better. In truth, she stayed sober to make sure I didn't do anything stupid.

I downed my 5th beer, but Casey grabbed it from my hand.

" OK Olivia, you've had enough time to wallow in your self pity. No more drinking, you're stronger than this," she cocked her head to the side, and set the drink down on the coffee next to the couch we were both lying on.

" He's such an asshole," was all I could muster.

Casey nodded, and picked up her ringing cellphone.

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" Casey," I gasped into my cellphone.

I heard her getting up and walking into a different room.

" What the hell do you want?" Casey barked, but kept her voice at a low level.

" Hey!" I replied, taken back at her hostility.

" After what you did to my best friend, you expect me to treat you like a king, Stabler," the use of my last name in a formal manner stung, but at least this meant she had heard from Olivia.

" Where is she?" there was a pause, and then a sigh.

" Elliot, I don't think it's a good idea for you to see her tonight," Casey replied.

" Why not?" I asked, getting up from my bed. I was pretty sure I knew the answer though.

" You've got to be kidding me!" Casey whispered frantically. I said nothing. " Look Elliot, she's drunk, half hysterical, and about to pass out on my couch all because of you, that's why!" I heard the dial tone, and fell back down on her bed. Maybe sleeping would help.