A/N; This chapter is for fluteskickbrass cos she begged me for it. Lol. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: Own nothing except Larissa O'Connor.


Nine weeks drifted by painfully slowly for Olivia and Elliot. Larissa O'Connor hadn't been seen or heard from since the shooting so Olivia thought that maybe she was finally safe.

The detectives were in Elliot's apartment on the couch in the living room. Olivia was lying down with her head on Elliot's lap as he combed his fingers through her soft, freshly washed and dried hair.

Olivia was being slowly taken off the painkillers but she'd become addicted to them so she was taking more on the side without anyone's knowledge including Elliot.

"You awake, Liv?" Elliot asked, leaning down to her ear.

"Yes, I am," Olivia replied with a smile as she turned on to her back to look up in to her lover's striking cerulean blue orbs.

"That's good," he said and then kissed her on the lips.

A passionate kiss which Olivia couldn't help but deepen.

"Bedroom?"

Elliot nodded and got up off the couch before scooping her up and carried her in to his bedroom, before he gently laid her down on top of the red and black comforter on his queen sized bed. Elliot straddled the beautiful brunette beneath him and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before lightly grabbing the hem of her baggy grey NYPD top and pulling it up over her head. The top was then thrown behind them.

"You're so beautiful, Liv," Elliot whispered as he rubbed her plump breasts through the emerald silk of Olivia's bra.

"Mm-hm," Olivia responded and involuntarily ached her back. "I know we are dating, El but I don't want this to be just a one night's good fuck," she whispered.

Olivia had been hurt by too many men just wanting to get in to her bed; nothing more. She was more then ready to settle down. Not just was any man. With Elliot.

After hearing what Olivia just said, Elliot stopped aburptly and got off of Olivia.

Olivia sat up with unspoken rage and got up. "Un-fucking-believable," she muttered in frustration.

She was hurt and furious at the same time.

After putting her top back on, she began to walk toward the front door when she was stopped by Elliot, grabbing her wrist, gently.

"Liv..." Elliot spoke cautiously, looking in to her now cold brown eyes.

He could see the fury in them. They were nearly as black as the pupils.

Olivia snatched her hand back and looked in to Elliot's ocean blue eyes with fury, it even frightened Elliot a bit. "Don't you dare 'Liv' me. We're over!" She yelled in his face.

"Olivia..." Elliot tried one more time but Olivia just shook her head and stormed out of the bedroom; out of the apartment.

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"Taxi!" Olivia yelled out as she tried to hold back her threatening tears.

The first taxi pulled up and the female detective got in.

Just as she shut the back passenger door, she saw Elliot rushing out of the apartment building. He wasn't going to let her go that easily. She hadn't given him a chance to explain.

"Drive. Drive," Olivia told the driver. She was desperate to get away.

Seeing the woman's desperation as the man was approaching the driver obeyed and drove off. "Where to, ma'am?"

"141 West 92nd Street please," Olivia replied and rested her head on the cold back passenger window.

After a silent twenty minute drive, the taxi driver pulled up in front of Olivia's apartment building.

"That will be 41.82, ma'am."

Olivia grabbed a 50 note out of her purse and handed it to the man. "Thank you. Keep the change," she said and got out, heading up to her apartment.

Olivia unlocked the front door to her apartment and walked in before kicking off her shoes as she shut the door behind her. Elliot had a key so she locked it and put the chain on.

"Argh," Olivia groaned as she stumbled in to the bathroom.

She opened up her medicine cabinet and grabbed out a bottle of Vicodin.

The recommended dosage was two tablets but Olivia decided to take four, she wanted to feel numb. No pain. No heartache.

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Elliot watched as the taxi drive off with the love of his life. He was frustrated that Olivia hadn't given him a chance to explain why he stopped.

He had stopped because she'd just had surgery to have a bullet removed from her chest, just nine weeks before and he didn't want to hurt her in anyway but because she took it the wrong way before he could explain, they were now both hurting.

After forty minutes of pacing around his apartment, Elliot grabbed his keys and raced out of his apartment.

He ran down the stairs, taking two at a time before bolting outside to his black four door sedan in the frigid icy cold night.

Elliot had to get to Olivia and explain before she hated him forever. Elliot Stabler had found out a long time ago that he can't live without Olivia Benson. He needed her forgiveness now before it was too late.

Going through red light and speeding the whole way, Elliot made it to his partner's apartment in a record ten minutes.

He parked the car, locked it and rushed to the front door of the building, where he pushed the intercom button for Olivia's apartment.

He wasn't receiving an answer. "Fine, we'll play it your way, Olivia," he muttered and grabbed out the ket that Olivia had given him for emergencies when she moved in to the apartment about two years ago.

He rushed up to her apartment where he knocked on her door, where again he didn't receive any answer so he used his key. Finding the chain on, he used his shoulder and broke the chain.

"Liv...Olivia," he called out as he searched for her.

He walked in to find everything in the kitchen and living room untouched and the lights off so he walked in to the bathroom, where he noticed an open bottle of Vicodin sitting on the bathroom sink. He picked it up and read the label. It read:

Det. Olivia Benson

1/27/09 Dr. P Jones.

Take two tablets every eight hours, if needed. No more then four in twenty-four hours.

"Shit," Elliot muttered.

The prescription had only been filled two days ago and atleast ten were already missing. "Oh Liv."

Elliot was panicking as he rushed in to Olivia's bedroom. He found the female detective passed out in the middle of her large, comfy queen sized bed, lying on her stomach.

Elliot rushed over to her side and shook her, in an attempt to wake her. "Liv!"