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"Damn Liv! You decide to go swimming or something?" Fin asked with a puzzled look on his face. Olivia pulled her jacket tighter around her body and took a seat at her desk. Water dripped from her hair onto the pile of papers infront of her. Elliot stared silently at his partner.

"What?" Olivia's voice cracked as she began shuffling mindlessly through the mess that covered her work area.

"You ok?" Elliot asked bluntly. Munch and Fin quickly stopped what they were doing and turned to face Olivia.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Olivia spit back. Her face was quickly becoming more and more red.

"Something's been off with you lately. You know it, I know it. Hell, everyone in this entire precinct has noticed it." Elliot began speaking much quieter now. Olivia felt sick. She felt her whole body begin to tremble.

"How about you mind your own damn business, Stabler." Olivia didn't know what was happening. The words weren't coming from her. They were just formulating themselves on their own.

"Olivia, I'm worried about y-" Olivia slammed the palm of her hand on her desk and shot up from her chiar.

"Oh really? You're fucking worried about me? Ha! What about you, Mr. Anger Managemnt Issues? Why don't you work on your own damn problems before you try "worrying" about mine!" Olivia felt tears begin to stream down her face. Everything around her was moving so fast.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Elliot yelled as Olivia turned to walk away. Elliot quickly reached out and grabbed her by the wrist.

"Let me go, now." Olivia hissed as she yanked her hand away from him. Fin and Munch stared at each other in disbelief. Olivia began rubbing her wrist and hurridly left the squad room.

"What is going on with her?" Elliot whispered to himself. Munch stood up and walked across the room to get some coffee.

"Women..." Munch huffed trying his best to break the tension. Elliot collapsed in his desk chair and stared down at the floor.

"Stabler, you okay?" Fin asked suddenly with a hint of fear in his voice. Elliot looked up.

"Yeah, fine and dandy. Why?" Elliot replied as his mind tried to piece together what just happened.

"Dude. What the hell did you do to your hand? That looks like a pretty nasty cut." Fin pointed down to the slick red substance coating the inside of Elliot's right hand.

"What the-" Elliot frantically began examining his new injury. How did this happen? His hand didn't even hurt! He quickly realized after staring at his hand for a few seconds there was no cut.

"The blood's not from me." Elliot spoke with a puzzled look on his face. Fin stood up and looked at Elliots hand.

"That's definately blood, Stabler." Fin stated as Elliot began making his way toward the restroom.

"I'll be right back. I've got to wash this off." Elliot nodded as he exited the room. Upon entering the restroom he quickly stuck his hand under the faucet and turned on the water as hot as he could stand it. How in the hell did someone else's blood get on his body without him even realizing? The crimson began to quickly disappear from his hand as it circled down the drain. Suddenly, Elliot felt his stomach begin to churn.

"It's Olivia's blood..." Elliot gasped as he took off down the hall and out the front door.

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Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. What is wrong with me?

Olivia stood in her kitchen as she frenziedly searched for something to drink. Vodka. That would do just fine. She quickly poured herself a glass, her hand shaking violently as she did so. She just needed things to slow down, to stop spinning. Why was everything falling apart? She placed the bottle of vodka on the counter and began to quickly swallow the warm, clear liquid. She poured herself another glass before stumbling to her bedroom where she sat on the edge of her bed.

You must like it rough...

There it was again. His voice. She felt bile begin to rise up in her throat. She hastily finsihed her second glass of vodka and placed the empty glass on her dresser.

I'm going to take my time with you...

Olivia slammed her eyes shut as she placed her hands on either side of her head.

"Please! Please, just stop!" Olivia cried out. She looked over at the empty glass in front of her. Her reflection glinted off the cup.

Keep screaming...No one can hear you...

Olivia took a firm hold of the glass and slung it across the room and into the wall, sending shards of glass flying in all directions. Olivia was now sobbing so hard she could no longer breathe.

"Please! Just SHUT UP!" Olivia collapsed onto the carpet. It was then she felt it. Her release lay beneath her left palm, a tiny cool piece of glass. She gingerly lifted the small object up off the carpet and began to roll up her sleeve, slowly exposing the horror beneath. Deep red cuts blanketed with dried blood covered her wrist.

You bite me, you're dead...

Olivia began to frantically slash her skin, digging deeper and deeper with each attempt. Blood bubbled from the newly formed gashes flowing rapidly down her arm and onto the carpet. She didn't care. She would continue to cut until the voices stopped. Until his voice stopped.

Olivia, you have to stop. You're going to kill youself.

You little bitch...there's no way out...

The room was spinning faster and faster as Olivia continued hack into her arm. She heard a loud pounding noise in the background. It was so loud...

"Olivia! OLIVIA! Open the door!" Olivia dropped the piece of bloodied glass onto the floor suddenly realizing what she had just done. She quickly placed her other hand across her wrist and began to put pressure on the pulsating wounds. Crimson liquid gushed through her fingers as she tried desperately to get the bleeding to stop.

"OLIVIA!" She couldn't talk, she couldn't move. Everything was frozen in place. She wanted to call out to Elliot. She wanted to scream. Instead she watched as her room slowly began to lose focus and she was quickly swallowed up into nothingness.

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