Where do we Stand

Not mine, I own nothing… If I did, Alex and Olivia would have hooked up by now and they would have some awesome love pad somewhere in New York with your typical 2.5 kids.

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Part 2

Alex couldn't wait for the week to be over. It seemed that with each passing week her days were getting longer, and to no avail her nights, as sleepless as they were, were getting shorter. She new there was a simple cure, easily said… it was actually not a cure, like that of a potion one could get from a witch doctor, no it was rather a person. Not just any person, though, it was a particular person, and that one particular person was none other that the gorgeous detective, Olivia Benson. Why was she so dead set against re-aquinting herself with the irresistible detective? Alex knew the answer to that question too… she didn't think she could handle the heartache if she had to leave one more time, disappear into the unknown, the abyss; she couldn't bare the loss again. This was the only way she knew how to protect her heart, her mind and her soul.

Alex's phone vibrated again… groaning aloud as she glanced down, expecting to see one of her ADA's, instead, Detective Stabler's name and number appeared. What now? She was so close to getting out early. Why, just one evening without having to think of her detective. Wait, she was hers anymore… Alex sighed. Oh how she had messed things up. Taking a deep breath, reading herself for confrontation… last she heard they were still looking for a suspect. One last glance at the phone, another sigh, then one slim finger pressed the green button.

"Cabot…"

"Uh, Alex???" Stabler's voice was shaky, not his usual stern tone. Warning bell went off, Alex instantly knew something bad had to have happened. Stabler was like an iron horse, an ex marine never shows emotions, at least not weakness.

"Elliot, what's wrong, what's going on… Where is Olivia?" Panic was setting in, Alex's heart rate shot up. Her hands began to shake, she was quickly losing her self control. Alex thought to herself… come on Cabot, your the ice queen, nothing can penetrate you. Pushing her resolve, Alex lifted her head, squared her shoulders, prepared herself to stand strong. She waited for Elliot to say just exactly what was going on.

Again Elliot spoke, this time a little more calmly. "Olivia was shot today… we, uh, um… We were chasing a suspect, trying to collar him, when he turned to go the down to the subway… He, a.. um, he pulled again, be.. Before she could react he had shot her." Elliot was trying his best to hold it together, but he was quickly losing his grip on his emotions. But still, through the pain, Elliot continued. " She, went down, tumbling down the steps… Oh god, I could hear her head hit with each impact…" Elliot sniffled, he had finally lost control, his resolve gone, no longer was he the tough marine. He was now crying over his partner, and what may lay ahead for her, him, the squad and Alex.

"She… She was s-shot.. how Elliot? How?" Alex managed to stammer out in shock. " Oh , God… No No No… not Liv…" Alex began to panic… realizing she wasted too much time trying to protect herself from more pain and heartache. Now she knew, she had only made it worse for herself. Alex began to tremble, Elliot's voice faded into the fog that had set in on her. Sinking to her knees, Alex began to sob. She knew the outcome could only bad. What was she going to do now, now that she definitely lost Olivia… Only the worse outcome could prevail, she just knew it.

Elliot tried to get Alex's attention… but the blonde continues to sob uncontrollably, he didn't know what to do. Elliot was clueless to Alex's where about, and wasn't sure how to help her gain control, at least enough to get her to the hospital.

"Alex, can you hear me? You need to listen to me…" Elliot tried, with no response, panic began to set in, maybe he should have waited. Maybe he should have said to come to the hospital then proceed with the delicate details of todays events. Once again, Elliot tried, instead of the soft tender voice, he spoke with his fatherly stern tone, the one he used on his kids, the one that gained instant respect from their impish ears.

"Alex… You need to get down here… Do you understand me?" Elliot paused a moment, listening, waiting to see if she would respond.

"K…Okay… w-where do I go?" Alex started to respond, pulling it together with slow deep breathes. Now was not the time to lose it. She could hear it in Elliot's.

Elliot continued his methodical approach, keeping his tone stern, he told her what hospital she needed to go to and where they would be waiting for her. Hanging up, he prayed he had gotten through to her, and she could follow his directions, only time would tell.

Alex, numbly, began to collect herself, her auto pilot kicking in. She collected her purse, cell phone still gripped tightly in her hand, began to make her way out of her office, through the empty halls, the hollow echos of Alex's heals could be heard. The erie stillness, haunted Alex's worried mind, it echoed her fears of what may be.

Where to next... Don't know, we'll see what happens. Drop me line if you have any comments, suggestions, critiques or just a plain old fashion review. I'll take what I can get. Please note that this story has not been proofed, so please forgive any character flaws, grammar and punctuation errors.