Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Law and Order: SVU.

A/N: This story takes place around the middle of season six, right before Kathy and Elliot's split. Also, I really don't know when Olivia started working at SVU…I'm kind of new viewer to the show and I watch episodes on USA when I can, but I probably missed it if they mentioned it. If anyone knows, be sure to mention it in your review. (hint-hint).

16th Precinct, 5:49 p.m.

"Elliot, Olivia…we got a lead…ex-husband of the victim had a major motive for murder…his name is James Roberts-74 West 60th street. Check it out," Captain Cragen told the two detectives as they stood and grabbed their jackets.

"Man, it's really coming down out here," Olivia said about the snow, wrapping her coat around her. "Yeah…it's supposed to get really bad tomorrow," Elliot unlocked the vehicle and they got in. As they got closer to his address, the snow became worse. "Damn it…I can barely see," he struggled to see out the windshield.

"It's okay...we're almost there," Olivia reassured him. Little did she know, they would never get there.

Mercy General Hospital, 6:24p.m.

"Where's my partner? Let me see her!" Elliot struggled against the two nurses and doctor that were trying to bandage him up.

"Sir…the doctors are with her…calm down…you have a minor concussion," one of the nurses advised him.

"I don't care…I need to see Olivia," he frowned up them, suddenly feeling very tired…

"It's okay...we're almost there," she had said squinting to see the street signs. "Whoa…the road's slick right here," Elliot suddenly gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Oh my God...El!" she clutched his jacket tightly, seeing the car barreling toward them at an incredible speed. He didn't have time to react. The other car rammed into them on the passenger side. Olivia had lost consciousness immediately. "Liv…" Elliot mumbled, seeing the blood trickle from her forehead. He heard the sirens in the background as he blacked out.

7:58p.m.

"Elliot…Elliot can you hear me?" he faintly heard a familiar voice call his name.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the woman came into view.

"Hey honey," Kathy said, smiling at her husband. "Hey. Where are the kids?" Elliot wondered.

"I didn't wanna bring them out in the weather. Maureen is keeping an eye on everyone. Cragen was here. He just went back to the station," she sighed, pulling a chair close to the bed.

"Where's Olivia? How is she? I need to see her," he sat up, maybe a bit too quickly because he felt really dizzy when he did.

"She's in a coma, Elliot. She had a major blow to the head. She won't need surgery, but the doctors aren't sure how long it could be before she wakes up," Kathy explained, noticing that the worried look etched on his features didn't go away.

"I need to see her. Will you take me to her room?"

"Elliot…you really need to rest," she put her hands on his shoulders.

"Kathy please. I want to be there for her. Maybe she'll respond to me," the determination in his voice was convincing enough.

"Okay…come on."

Kathy wheeled Elliot into the room where Olivia was. She lay on her bed, seemingly sleeping soundly. "Excuse me, nurse? How is she?" Elliot gazed up at her from his wheelchair.

"Well, her left arm is broken, she has a lot of cuts and bruises, and she suffered a major concussion…the doctor isn't sure when exactly she'll wake up. Familiar voices usually help. Just try talking to her," the nurse gave the two of them a smile then left them alone with her.

"Liv?" he scooted closer to her, taking her hand in his. Kathy averted her gaze, uncomfortable with the situation. She knew how much Elliot cared for Olivia. They were close. But it bothered her. Having a beautiful woman like Olivia working so closely with her husband day in and day out worried her at times.

"Can you hear me? Olivia, I need you to wake up…please." He brought her hand to his lips as tears clouded his eyes. "This is all my fault, Liv…I'm so sorry," he cried, feeling Kathy's hand on his shoulder.

"This is not your fault. The weather was bad…the other car lost control…you're not to blame," Kathy tried to reassure him.

"We should've stayed at the station," Elliot shook his head.

"You guys were just doing your job."

He sighed, resting his elbows against the edge of her bed. All he could do now was wait. And pray.

3:12 a.m.

"Elliot? Your partner is regaining consciousness," the nurse roused him from his light sleep. "I'll take you to her room," she told him. "No it's okay…I can walk," he told her, still a little sore but able to make it to her room. The doctor was standing on the far side of her bed, filling out a chart. Olivia opened her eyes groggily.

"Olivia?" he touched her cheek. "Hey," he grinned slightly as she turned toward him, glad to see that she was okay.

She looked up at him, a blank expression crossing her features. "Who…who are you?"