Title: Remember Me

Author: Megan Faye

Disclaimer: I don't own anything here.

A/N: There's a cookie in here for you sitcom fans! If you can find it I'll give you 10 points!! Hint: Its in this chapter!!

It was several hour before they were able to visit Olivia. She was still in a coma, but it was, at this point, medically induced. The doctor said taht it would remain medically induced for a week, and then they would take her off the medicine, and see if Olivia could wake on her own. They limited to a few minutes each, except Elliot. He stayed by her bed until they threatened to call security to remove him. She looked so helpless and small in the hospital bed; Olivia looking helpless put a bolt of fear down his spine. She never looked helpless before. Olivia Benson was the epitome of strength.

Cragen ordered Elliot to go home, shower, and sleep. He wasn't to leave his home for 20 hours; long enough for him to get all the sleep he needed, at least two meals, and hopefully, at least one shower. Munch decided he'd park on Elliot's couch; John would make sure Elliot did only what was ordered of him.

Elliot nibbled on a cereal bar, showered, drank a cup of coffee that John prepared for him, and fell asleep on the couch while Munch watched a documentary on the life of a weed that was terrorized by a cat on the streets of New York City.

He figured that it had won the Silver Sprocket, so it mustn't be too bad. Munch had no idea who this guy was, but his work was genius. Next, was 'Weed's' director's 9-year-old daughter's movie premiere. She'd written, directed, and by the looks of it, did the camera work, for her own documentary. "How a Good Man sees a Child." It was an innocent movie. She talked to people in her family, while holding the camera. There was love, affection, annoyance. John really enjoyed her half hour film. It made his work evaporate from his brain. John took a mental note to write a letter, thanking him for helping her make such a movie.

As the day moved on, there was no news of Olivia's condition. John knew there would be no change for this first week. He had the feeling that Don would put a double team on Elliot; there would always be two people with the man. Two people, two 12 hour shifts, and maybe they'd keep Elliot afloat. When Fin knocked on the door at 5:56pm, the 'double team' theory was confirmed.

"Brought you some clothes," Fin told his partner. "I also grabbed your pillow, and some take out. Figured sleeping beauty hadn't been shopping in quite a while."

"Thanks, man. C'mon in." Fin brought the duffel and suits into Elliot's guest room before returning.

"Cragen wants a two by two on him."

"I figured. What are the shifts?"

"I'm 6:00am-6:00pm, but I'm crashing here tonight. Casey's my reverse shift. She'll be here in a bit. Cappie's your reverse at Midnight to noon."

"I'm noon to midnight? That's great." John was actually grateful for the hours given. He knew that meant the best chance for sleep, and visiting Olivia. "What did you bring?"

"Your favorite, and a few chili dogs for doofus of there." Elliot snored loudly from the couch. "Did you drug him?"

"I may have slipped a sleeping pill into his coffee...with the captain's blessing of course."

"That's dirty. How long has he been out?"

"Oh, 3 hours. Should wake up next Thursday." Fin laughed and nudged Elliot. The drugged man slept on. "He'll be fine. He's got about 36 more hours before they start to wear off...but I think I may have dropped two or three in there... Eh...he'll be fine. Just check his pulse every couple of hours...Sit, eat." Fin joined John at the table. "Any news from Cragen?"

"No. He's been at the hospital all day. I stayed around a while, while he got things in order. He had to set up paid leave for all of us to double team, get in touch with Olivia's insurance company, find someone to take her damned cat, and get Casey in on the watch. He wanted to keep it in the family, y'know?"

"Where's his wife?"

"She'll be by this weekend to give us a full two days off. Can't come now with the kids in school, work, and all that. Kathy's actually taking Olivia's cat for the time being." John opened the little boxes of food and started dishing them out between the two plates. He picked through the veggies and pulled the steamed broccoli from his plate, and placed it on Fin's, while Fin took the carrots and pushed them onto John's plate.

"So, Casey's here nights?"

"Yeah, but I didn't exactly want to wander around my place all night just to fall asleep at 4:30 when I need to be here at 6:00. Besides, she has court today. I told her I'd cover her for a couple of hours...let her get things together. Hopefully, we'll only be doing this a week. They're going to wake her up, and she's going to be pissed that we had to watch Elliot." John nodded as they ate.

"She's going to kick his ass."

"I'll pay good money for tickets to that show."

Don wandered up the stairs to Elliot's apartment, duffel slung over a shoulder, groceries in hand, and fear in his chest. It was Elliot Stabler they were eying, not a perp, not a criminal. His own squad had to keep an eye on the man. Deep down, Cragen knew Elliot wouldn't harm himself, but he knew that his team needed to stick together. It was more to keep all of them from going off the deep end, not just Elliot. If it were only Elliot he was worried about, he wouldn't have given him a full Two by Two watch. Don would have had one person with him at all times, but because everyone loved Olivia, they needed each other.

He knocked softly on Elliot's door.

"Hey, Cap. Come on in," John said, wearily. "Fin's asleep in the guest room, Casey is working in the kitchen, and I have a cab waiting to go home. Elliot had a cup of coffee earlier, and I snuck in those sleeping pills you "didn't" give me. He'll be up in a day or two. Three days tops."

"You put them all in?" Don checked Elliot's pulse and sighed.

"Yeah."

"Jesus, Munch..." he said under his breath. The older man stepped back, satisfied that Elliot wasn't in any danger.

"He's a marine Took him 3 full hours to fall asleep!"

"Get some rest. You're on paid watch duty for the moment. Don't worry about your vacation time."

"Thanks Captain." John left, his pillow tucked under his arm.

"Casey?" Don called into the kitchen. She looked like she was reading a file, but her eyes were still.

"Hi," she whispered. "Any change?"

"Nothing new to report. Why don't you get some rest?"

"Can't sleep. Tried. Failed."

"Cas-"

"She was doing so well, Don. She was out, having fun, living life for the first time, not living for the job. Olivia spent so many years hiding behind that badge that no one could get close. Just last week, we were out flirting with random guys at a club."

"She went clubbing?"

"I know, totally not Olivia. When she went under cover for those months, she really learned to relax. I mean, she went to a few protests, just enough to maintain her cover, but when she wasn't being Persephone, she was discovering who she was as Olivia. Did you know she hitch hiked to Seattle to go to an Elton John concert? Paid $300 for tickets from a scalper, and was almost arrested."

"Really...?"

"Yeah."

"So she wasn't all work and no play."

"No, she had fun."

"Good." Don relaxed into a chair. "She needed that. You need that."

"We all need to relax. When Olivia is ready for it, I suggest we say, 'Screw it,' and go on a vacation together. Camping, hiking, hell, even spend a week on a beach somewhere." Don chuckled. He could see how they'd look on a beach. He could see Elliot and Olivia splashing around like children, Fin attempting to surf, John looking like a washed-up jelly fish with the amount of sunblock he'd wear, and Casey would sit under an umbrella, reading.

"Under one condition; no books."

"Excuse me?"

"I can see you on the beach, laying on a towel in a bathing suit, under an umbrella, reading a book." Casey laughed. "If we do this, you can not bring any books."

"Deal. Now we just need Olivia to wake up," she said. It hit her once more that her best friend was not well, and tears flooded her eyes. "Excuse me," she said leaving the room. Don sighed. Elliot was basically mentally gone, Casey was pulling away, and next it would be John.

Don would have to be strong and keep them together. Olivia was the glue to the group. She held them together, made them feel like a family. She'd been undercover for a short time, and they weren't...the squad felt the loss like no other. Dani was a ghost of a replacement. Cassidy had stopped by the hospital to visit out of respect, but left quickly. He couldn't handle seeing her injured. Don knew they'd had a thing years ago, but turned a blind eye to it.

"Its been a while," Don said softly looking up. "But if you could get us through this, it would be nice. She's...she's too good for this, God. Olivia should have a chance at having a family. She's given so much helping others, God. She deserves better. Please, just get her through this."

Elliot blinked twice and looked at his watch. He'd been asleep for 48 hours straight. After a quick stop at the bathroom, he staggered into his kitchen. Casey was buttering toast while Don sipped at his coffee.

"Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ. You're double teaming me, Cap?" Don stiffled a laugh when he eyes the detective. Only one eye was actually open, the other was drooping closed as he looked around the room.

"Sit. Have coffee. Two days of sleep should make you pretty thirsty."

"No fuckin' way. Last time someone handed me a coffee, I blacked out and woke up two fucking days later." Elliot poured his own cup, and sniffed it a few times. "You drink some first." He attempted to sugar it, but missed the cup the first time.

"You needed sleep."

"Livia needed me-"

"She's still in a coma, Elliot. You couldn't-"

"Shoulda been there...hates being alone in the fuckin...where is she?"

"Hospital."

"She hates that place..." Elliot set the coffee on his table and sort of fell into a chair.

"We weren't allowed in for more than a minute each the first day; you were there. She had some problems and we're not allowed back in yet. It'll be another week before we can talk to her. Post-op infection." Elliot groaned and dropped his head on the table. "You gonna make it?"

"What did Munch give me...feels like a triple hang-over."

"Eat. It'll help."

"Fuckin...full goddamn two by two...toast?" he said raising a hand to Casey, who handed the toast over, no questions asked. He lifted his head just enough to munch the toast down. Casey roughed his hair lightly and left the room.

"We didn't do it just for you."

"What are you moaning about?" he asked, still high as a kite from the sleeping pills.

"The double team is for all of us. We need you, we need each other. Got it?"

"Mmmfmmm." Elliot said. Stared at Don another second, and blacked out again, head first on the table.

"I'm going to hurt Munch...week's supply in one friggin' cup..."

The next time Elliot opened his eyes, it was dark and he was tucked in on the couch. He decided that listening before moving would be best this time around. He could hear Munch and Fin chatting on the far side of the room. They were hushed, almost muted.

"...coma...another week..."

"She'll...kick our asses...by two." Elliot could make out a few words. He figured Olivia would be out a week, and when she woke up, they would be in deep with her for putting a double team on Elliot and drugging him.

"She's gonna kick your ass, Munch, for drugging me." Two pairs of dark eyes shot back at him. "You could've killed me."

"Nah, your pulse was always pretty strong. You fought those pills hard."

"Don't ever do it again."

"Got it."

"How long?"

"You've been in and out for two and a half days now. Having animated conversations with your pillow, who is apparently named Olivia." The Olivia Pillow flew across the room. "I just inform. You were the one confessing love-"

"That doesn't leave this room," Elliot said softly. "Not one person hears about it. It could make things really hard for Olivia when she wakes up."

"Man, we've all heard it already. Captain and Casey were here, too."

"Toast. Casey gave me toast."

"Yeah. Fin brought you a couple of chili dogs tonight in hopes that you'd be able to wake up and eat." Elliot sat up slowly.

"Jesus, what did you give me?"

"Eat, so it'll leave your system." Elliot downed a chili dog in 3 bites, and dove for the second. After the heavenly meal, he slugged back a soda, burped once and leaned back on the couch.

"How is she?" he asked, mentally joining the group at last.

"No change since this morning. Now that you're with the living, we'll take you up there. Go shower; you smell."

"Only reason I smell is because someone drugged my ass." John tossed the Olivia Pillow back at Elliot as he wandered past.

A/N: Did you find the Sitcom cookie?