AN: All of the reviews are so wonderful and they make me laugh. I mean, technically it's kind of evil that I laughed, but you all are so dramatic. I'm glad to know that I've moved you. Um, this chapter is short, but I've already started the next one. It just felt right to end the chapter here. So don't go crazy on me for cutting you short.

Cold

Elliot was filing some last minute paper work when Don burst through his office door. "Elliot, Olivia's on the scanner."

That's all he said before rushing his old ass past the four dumb founded detectives and disappearing into the stairwell.

Elliot dropped his files. The crease between his eyes formed with concern and he hit the stairwell door yelling behind the sound of Cragen rounding the steps as fast as his heart would take him.

"Captain, what's going on?"

"There was an attack. Paramedics said Benson…I don't know. Two blocks down," Cragen shouted through the large gasps of air he forced into his lungs.

Elliot reached Cragen and pushed past him at full speed. When he reached the street he saw the lights flashing ahead of him and ran for his life towards the ambulance.

Olivia sat inside with a gash on the back of her head and shame in her eyes. She held her stomach with one hand and leaned against the back of the elevated bed while paramedics checked her vitals.

Sam and Melissa stood on the sidewalk talking to the police with their arms crossed and tears running down their face.

"I forgot my purse and when we went back to get it we heard the scream," Melissa sobbed. "I can't believe this happened."

"The guy was leaning over her. I saw that he had no weapons so I choked him with my arm. Just like Ms. B showed us. Once I started I couldn't stop. He passed out and Melissa called 911," Sam continued while wiping a tear from her face.

"She was just laying there. There was so much blood coming from her head."

Both girls were shaken, but Melissa sobbed uncontrollably while Sam held her fears in.

The cop scribbled all of the information down recording every detail while remaining aloof from the emotional state of it all.

REWIND

When Olivia came too she was on the ground surrounded by paramedics. The realization of the attack sunk in and she grabbed at her stomach and pants. "Was I raped," she asked with panic in her eyes.

The man applying pressure to her head lifted the top part of her body from the ground and replied ", we don't think so. Two girls took down the guy. They don't believe he had a chance to get that far."

Olivia took in several weak gasps of air and closed her eyes with relief. The paramedics brought over a gurney, but Olivia refused to allow them to put her on it.

"No, no, I'm fine. I can walk."

"Ma'm, you have a head wound. It's best if you allow us to lift you and take you in."

She pushed them out of the way and stood up only to find her eyes go dark with dizziness. "It's not that bad."

"Ma'm you are under no condition to walk."

Olivia angrily flailed her free arm while holding onto the pushy paramedic. "Please stop! Stop insisting that you know what is good for me! I was just forced into an alley by a man with a knife. For the love of god, I will walk to the fucking ambulance if I want to."

The two male paramedics rolled their eyes and took each of her arms as she inched her way to the back of the vehicle.

She was shaking all over. The baby was awful still inside of her stomach and she rubbed it over and over again to try and feel some kind of movement.

As she reached for the step to the ambulance a small kick pressed against her insides.

She paused and held her breath.

"Ma'm are you ok," asked the paramedic.

A tear rolled down her cheek. "Yeah."

She silently prayed for the first time in years that the only thing damaged was her ego and her dignity.

SKIP FORWARD

Elliot jumped in the back sweating and breathing ferociously. "What happened?"

Olivia couldn't even look at him she was so embarrassed that she allowed herself to fall victim to the one thing that she fought against.

"I'm fine," she said as she turned her head away from his.

"Liv, don't do that to me." He knelt beside her and pulled back the hair from her face.

"What happened," he repeated softer with concern and immediacy behind his voice.

She faced his stare, holding her lips together tightly for fear they would cause her to cry yet again. "I wasn't paying attention and a man attacked me from behind. There do you feel better now."

"Liv, honey, you can't blame this on yourself. You're body isn't under it's normal conditions."

"What because I'm pregnant I'm automatically excused from being self aware and cautious of my surroundings?"

Elliot sighed and turned his head in frustration. He knew no matter what he said it wasn't going to be right. "I think you're over-reacting."

The man taking Olivia's blood pressure undid the armband and butted into the conversation. "Sir, we're getting ready to head to the hospital now. You can follow us if you want."

"I'm with her," Elliot answered.

"Are you family?"

"Yes" -Elliot "No"-Olivia

Both replied simultaneously. Elliot's jaw slightly dropped at her cold reactions. "Olivia, what the hell?"

"Well, you're not," she said plainly. Her anger was starting to rise. It was like a monster inside of her ready to snap at anyone or anything that got in its' way.

Elliot watched her stiff body language and coolly lifted his brow as he turned away. "Ok, Olivia, you do what you gotta do."

The doors closed behind him and she watched the back of his head move further and further away from her through the glass windows.

Being angry with him was the easy way to deal with the pain. Her body felt dirty and violated. She was unfamiliar with her own skin. Goosebumps ran up her arms just thinking about the details of it.

In a moment like this, she thought that Elliot would be the one thing that would fix everything, but she just wanted to be left alone.