Sealed
Disclaimer: I own nothing; Dick Wolf owns everything
Rating: M
Summary: I hate writing anything not cannon, but I just couldn't pass this up. A/U, Elliot never reconciled with Kathy. They have an amicable relationship, but his eye is on Olivia. Post Undercover, circa PTSD. Olivia finally comes clean about what happened in the basement, but she's having trouble with romantic relationships.
"How is she?" Marissa asked Elliot, walking through the ER with Chris at her side.
"Touch and go. She's in surgery." he said. "She has a dislocated shoulder and internal bleeding, small fractures in both of her wrists, a concussion, a few crack ribs…" He lowered himself into a chair. Marissa and Chris sat on either side of him.
"But she's alive. Don't give up hope on that." Chris said. Marissa gently placed a hand on his knee.
"We'll wait here with you." she said.
Several hours later, a doctor came to the waiting room to talk to Elliot.
"Doc, how is she. Is she…" he trailed off, choking back his worst fear.
"She's ok. She's going to be in a lot of pain, but she'll pull through. We managed to stop the internal bleeding, put her shoulder back into place, and patched up the fractures as best as we could. She's still out from the anesthesia, but she should wake up soon. You're welcome to wait with her." he said. Elliot let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.
Marissa and Chris headed back to the precinct to deal with the Harris siblings when they heard that Olivia was going to be ok. Elliot perched himself in a chair next to her bed.
"Mmm…Elliot…" Olivia whispered, fluttering her eyes open. Elliot had dozed off, and snapped awake at the sound of her voice.
"I'm right here, hon." he said, taking one of her hands into both of his. "I'm right here." She tried to sit up and hissed in pain.
"Don't try to move. You've had surgery. You got yourself banged up pretty good this time."
"Elliot, I'm so sleepy…" she said.
"Then sleep. I'll stay right here with you."
XxXxX
Marissa was sitting at her desk early the next morning, when a young girl approached her.
"Alyssa," she said, dropping the pen on the file in front of her. "What can I do for you?"
"I…I…" she stuttered.
"Come on, have a seat." Marissa said, motioning to the empty chair next to her desk. "It's ok, I told you you could talk to me anytime, and I meant that."
"I was hoping to see the other detective you were with. Detective Benson? She said something that got me thinking." Alyssa said.
"What did she say?" Marissa asked.
"She asked me what would happen every weekend after what I went through if I did nothing. I'm really scared." she said as she began to cry.
"Alyssa, are you saying that you want to press charges?" Marissa asked softly.
"I don't know. I just…can I talk to her? Please?" she begged.
"Alyssa, Detective Benson isn't from here. She's from New York, and she was injured last night in the line of duty. She's going to be ok, but she can't handle your case. I can, though." Marissa explained.
"She's hurt? Oh my God. If she can risk her life for people like me, then the least I can do is help you get one more rapist off the streets." Alyssa said, more confidently.
"That's great, Alyssa. And don't worry. I'll be with you every step of the way. You still have my card, right?" Alyssa nodded. "Good, then I want you to call me if you need anything, day or night."
"I'd like to thank Detective Benson, if that's possible." Alyssa said. Marissa considered her request.
"Come with me." she said.
XxXxX
Olivia was sitting up in her bed, trying to eat the breakfast the hospital sent her.
"Elliot, you've gotta bring me some real food." she said. She had gotten a lot of her strength back overnight, but she was still sore from surgery and the splints on her wrists were driving her nuts. The sling on her left arm was also complicating matters. Elliot chuckled.
"We'll see." he said. There was a knock at the door and Marissa stuck her head in.
"Hi. How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Much better." Olivia said.
"Think you can handle a visitor?" she asked.
"Yeah…" Olivia said. Marissa stood aside and motioned to someone in the hallway. Alyssa Matthews stepped in.
"I'll give you some privacy." Elliot said, leaving the room.
"Alyssa…hi." Olivia said. "Come over here. Have a seat."
"Detective Benson, I came to thank you." Alyssa said.
"Thank me for what?" Olivia asked, puzzled.
"You said something to me, while I was in the hospital, and it kind of scared me. Do you really think my boyfriend could kill me?" she asked.
"Yes, Alyssa, I do. I know that's hard to hear, but I've seen it before. The beatings and the degradation doesn't stop unless you end it." Olivia told her. Alyssa nodded.
"That's what I figured you'd say. Which is why I told Detective Haggerty I wanted to press charges this morning. I was hoping that you could handle my case, but she told me you were from New York." Alyssa told her.
"That's right, I am. But Detective Haggerty will do a great job with your case; I'm sure of that, and she's a good person to lean on through this. But, if you want to contact me, talk to her. She knows how to reach me." Olivia looked at Marissa, who nodded in response.
"Thank you, Detective." she said, her eyes welling with tears.
"Alyssa, I think we should let Detective Benson get some rest. Will you wait for me in the hall?" She waited for the girl to leave before coming to Olivia herself.
"You saved one. She never would have pressed charges if you hadn't gotten to her. Thank you." Marissa said.
"She saved herself. And, I'm glad I could help." Olivia replied.
"Get some rest. Your squad is dying to see you again." With that, Marissa squeezed Olivia's hand and left her room.
XxXxX
Three weeks had passed since Olivia was rescued, and she was finally strong enough to travel. Marissa and Chris escorted them to the airport.
"Thanks for all of your help, guys. Anytime you're in town, be sure to stop by for a visit." Marissa said.
"Provided we can find your precinct." Elliot said, eliciting laughs from all four of them.
"We can help with that part." Chris said.
"The same goes for you. If your ever in New York, stop by the 16th precinct. We'd be happy to take you on a tour." Olivia said, smiling.
"As long as that tour doesn't involve one of us being kidnapped, we just might have to take you up on that offer." Marissa said. They exchanged their final good byes, and Marissa and Chris watched as they disappeared through the glass doors at Logan airport.
"Hey, Chris? Is it weird, or do they remind you of us?" she said, climbing into the car.
"Maybe a little." Chris answered.
XxXxX
Munch, Fin, and Cragen were all waiting for Elliot and Olivia when they arrived at LaGuardia.
"If you guys are all here, who's keeping an eye on the House?" Elliot asked.
"I called in a few favors. It's covered. Elliot, Olivia, it's good to have you back. And Olivia, don't you ever scare the hell out of us like that again." Cragen said in a mock fatherly tone.
"Because if you do, Daddy will spank you." Munch quipped.
"Shut up, Munch." Olivia said.
"Yeah, man, have a little respect. This poor girl has been through a lot. Which is why, for the next month, I will personally make sure you don't have to drink that sludge he calls coffee." Fin retorted, putting an arm around Olivia.
"That, in and of itself, makes everything worth it. C'mon guys, let's go home."
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