Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've got major writer's block on this story, not to mention I had to get myself ready for finals.

I don't own anything associated with Law and Order: SVU…I just enjoy the show.

Olivia turned in her sleep, her navy blue comforter twisted around her small frame. It had taken her awhile to fall asleep after Elliot left. She had laid in her bed for about an hour, trying to get comfortable, which was quite a challenge with her broken arm. She had finally succumbed to fatigue, as her eyelids could stay open no longer. But now she was somewhere she didn't want to be…caught in the middle of a horrible dream…

Olivia and Elliot stood in a large building, maybe an abandoned warehouse. It was dark, the only light coming from the few streetlamps outside. Elliot grabbed his gun, motioning for her to go one way and him the other. She turned the corner, and glanced back to where Elliot was. Suddenly she heard a gunshot coming from his direction. "Elliot." she whispered. Olivia sprinted to the other side of the warehouse.

"Where ya goin sweetheart?" someone grabbed her from behind. She gasped, feeling the cool metal pressed against her temple. Olivia struggled with him. "Try that again and you're dead. Got it?" she winced in pain as he gripped her tighter.

"What'd you do with Elliot? Just let him go," she pleaded with him. He snickered in her ear. "No can do. It's a little too late for Elliot. I didn't want to do it, but he left me no choice." He continued to laugh. An evil, menacing laugh. Tears filled her eyes. "You didn't want to do what?" she dreaded the answer.

"See for yourself, darlin'," he walked her a several feet to the left. There he lay, in a pool of blood. "No!" she screamed, trying to pull out of the man's grasp. "Ooh. You're a feisty one." He laughed more, turning her around to face him. Olivia studied the man's face…he looked so familiar. "See somethin' ya like? It's been awhile, but I finally found you," the man grinned, pulling her closer.

His name was…White. Richard White…oh God. Olivia suppressed the urge to vomit. "The good news is I have you all to myself now…" Richard leaned towards her face. She screamed, trying her best to push him away, but it was as if her arms had become useless. She couldn't escape…

"NO!" Olivia sat up in bed quickly, cold sweat on her forehead. She tried to catch her breath, as she put her hand to her face, realizing that it was damp with real tears.

She ran her fingers through her tousled hair and crawled out of bed, making her way to the bathroom through the dark. 'Where's that damn switch?' Olivia fumbled around a bit then finally found it.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, much different than the one she remembered. Her hair was shorter, dyed lighter, and her eyes…she looked so drained. Cool water found its way on her face as she sighed, trying to recover from that dream.

It had seemed so…real. Richard White…who the hell was that? And Elliot…She closed her eyes again, trying to erase the memory of him, lying lifeless on the ground. She remembered being so scared for him in the dream…she shook her head, wanting to not think about it anymore. "It was just a dream…relax."

She left the restroom, sitting on her bed. The nightstand alarm clock read 5:08. It was still early, but she knew it would be hard to fall back asleep after the dream. She poured herself a glass of apple juice, making her way to the living room couch. "Ow." Something had poked her good arm. It was the edge of a photo album. She pulled it out of the cushion, opening the cover.

Olivia studied the pictures carefully, finally coming to the more recent ones with the SVU squad. There were so many…mostly pictures of her and Elliot. She laughed lightly when she saw one with Elliot trying to stuff a hot dog in his mouth. It looked like it was taken at some barbeque—everyone looked so happy. She looked happy. Olivia wanted to remember Elliot…she wanted to be the person in these pictures again. But how?

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Elliot yawned, slowly making his way up the steps that led to Olivia's apartment. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, between his argument with Kathy and his concern for Olivia. He figured he'd come by early, see how she was doing. He knocked lightly on her door, having her open it a few moments later.

"Hi." She smiled, noting how exhausted he looked. "Hey…how you feel?" Elliot faced her, pulling his jacket off. She took his coat, hanging it up.

"Okay, I guess. I didn't get much sleep though. I had this really bad dream," Olivia explained, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "What was it about?" he studied her…she seemed a little uneasy.

"Um…well…" Olivia walked into the living area, sitting on the couch, "you and I were at a warehouse…we were looking for something- or someone I mean. We went separate ways, and then I heard a gunshot…" she sighed, glancing down at her hands.

Elliot took a seat next to her. "I started to go find you, but then someone grabbed me from behind. I tried to get loose, but he was too strong. He had a gun pressed to my temple…and then- " her eyes started to water at the memory.

He put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey…you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, okay?" she found his blue eyes…he was always so understanding.

"No, it's fine. I asked him where you were…but he said it was too late for you. Then I saw you…lying in…you were dead. I tried to get away again, but this time I saw the guy's face. I didn't recognize him at first…but then I remembered… Richard White."

Elliot's eyes popped out of his head at her statement. "What? You- you remember him?"

"He's real? Who is he?" Olivia wondered. "White was this creep we put away about six, seven years ago. He tried to hurt you," he explained briefly. "Oh…I see. Why would I remember him?" she frowned. "I don't know. I guess it was kind of traumatic but …the important thing is that you've remembered something."

"Yeah…I just wish I could remember other things. Last night…or this morning I guess, after my dream I couldn't fall back asleep. I found myself flipping through this photo album," she picked it up off the table, "and I came across all these pictures of me with you and everyone else…and I just- I want to remember so bad." Olivia explained, her mocha eyes a bit misty.

Elliot scooted closer to her on the couch, putting his arm around her. "I know you do…I do too. You have to give it time, Liv. I know the doctor said there's no guarantee you'll get your memory back, but I don't believe that. I know you will."

He watched her glance at him and give a half-hearted smile. In that instant, when the sunlight streaming through curtains on the other side of the room touched her face, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. "I hope so," she replied.

"What is it?" Olivia smirked at the man next to her. Elliot finally tore his eyes away from hers, grinning slightly. "Nothing. I was just thinking." 'Thinking of how beautiful you look right now.' Elliot felt the heat in his cheeks, embarrassed at his own thoughts.

"About what?" she wondered, watching him shift in his seat, scooting a few inches away from her. 'You can't tell her what you were really thinking about, Stabler. Think, think…' "Um…I was thinking that you and I should take a little trip."

"Hmm? Where?" she was caught off guard by his suggestion.

"Down to the station. I'm sure everyone would love to see you," he told her. "Yeah. Okay…let's go." He smiled watching her get up and walk to the closet to grab their coats. He ran a hand over his face, shaking off any non-platonic thoughts he had running through his head.

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Olivia walked closely behind Elliot into the precinct, glancing at things as she went. Maybe if she looked hard enough, she'd remember something.

"Back so soon? I don't get to throw you a welcome back party?" Munch stood when he saw the brunette. "I thought I'd bring her by so she could see everyone." Elliot answered as Munch gave her a hug.

"Where's Fin?" Elliot wondered glancing around. "He caught a case…he'll be back," Cragen answered.

"This is my desk?" Olivia asked, seeing a few pictures she recognized. "Yep…your favorite spot," Munch grinned. Olivia smiled slightly and pulled the chair out, sitting in it. She glanced at the random folders on her desk, letting out a sigh. "You feel right at home, don't ya?" Munch asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"I do actually," she smirked, leaning back against her chair. She looked across at what she assumed to be Elliot's desk and imagined how many hours they had spent together, working on cases late into the night.

Her gaze fell on a picture of the two of them…his arm was wrapped around her as they were laughing at something. She placed a hand on her chin, wondering if she had found him attractive before the accident. Probably so…not like it would've mattered. He was happily married with four beautiful kids…they were just partners.

Elliot noticed her staring at the photo. "We took that last summer. One of Dickie's baseball games…his team had just won a tournament." Olivia turned her head and met his intense blue eyes, nodding in understanding.

"I'll bring the kids by tomorrow…they miss you," Elliot watched her get up from the chair, and walk closer to where they were standing. "Really?" Olivia asked.

"You kidding? My kids love you, Liv." She smiled and blushed a bit at his comment, "Oh…okay…well I can't wait to see them."

"You know what I can't wait for? When one of my best detectives comes back to work. What the doc say about that?" Cragen placed his hands in his pockets. "He said I should be good to go by next Tuesday," Elliot replied.

Olivia glanced at Elliot then Cragen, wondering who Elliot would be working with. Before she could open her mouth, Cragen suggested they go into his office to talk.

"Have a seat," he motioned to the cushioned chair in front of his desk. She did as she was told and stared up at her captain.

"Olivia…I know you're going through hell right now. You're handling this better than I think anyone in your situation would…"

"I want you to know that we're all here for you Olivia. Anything you need, don't hesitate to ask," Cragen placed a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you. I won't," Olivia gave him a small grin.

"Captain-" Olivia began, "I know I'm still recovering from the accident, but I was wondering how you would feel about me coming back to work here? I realize it's way too early for me to do anything but deskwork, but I need to do something. I feel so useless sitting in my apartment," she explained.

He leaned against his desk, crossing his arms and letting out a sigh. "I know I don't have any memory of the last six and a half years of my life, but I'm still a cop. And from what I remember, I was good at my job," Olivia shrugged. Cragen shook his head slightly. That was the Olivia he knew- a hard-nosed detective who wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Okay. I want you to come back a week or so after Elliot…that should give your arm some more time to heal. It'll also give you time to reacquaint yourself with some of the basics of being an SVU detective," he told her.

"Thank you…I promise I'll do my best." She stood accepting his hug. "You don't have to promise…you always do."

Okay…definitely not my best work. I can't help it…I have MAJOR writer's block on this story! I think I know where I want to go with it, but I'm not sure how to get there…if that makes sense. I wrote another chapter, but I'm not sure how to continue…let me know if you want me to. Please review…thanks:D