AN: Okay, so, I wrote some more...I've got a lot planned out already, but I've got to kind of take it slow to add some yummy suspense:)

Olivia walked into the squadroom early the next morning, but was surprised that Elliot was already there. She handed Elliot a cup of coffee and sat down.

"Thanks," Elliot said.

"No problem," she replied.

Elliot noticed that she still had that look of fear in her face. He thought she would have forgotten about it by now, but no, she still looked just as scared as she had the night before. He knew it was kind of strange that he knew her this well, but he could definitely tell that something was still wrong. But the teacher had left. So why was she still looking so upset?

"Something happen?" Elliot asked quietly.

Olivia looked up from her computer. "What? No," she replied way too quickly.

Elliot nodded and looked back down at a paper. He knew that something was still wrong with her, but he couldn't pry. If he felt that she was in danger, then he'd do something, but she wasn't going to tell him anything right now, obviously.

They both looked up when Cragen walked out of his office. "We've got a case," he started.

Man, already? Olivia thought.

"A woman in her thirties. She was walking to work early and went through Central Park. He raped her there," Cragen continued. He handed them a file. "I've got to be in court today. Munch and Fin are already on another case. You two are working this one alone," he said.

Olivia kind of liked the idea of her and Elliot working alone. Yeah, they were working, but still, at least Olivia got some alone time with him. They didn't talk as much as they used to, as much as they had about five years ago. They did when they got the chance, but most of the time they were busy. But she really wished that they had been given any other day to work alone, rather than today. She wasn't in the mood to talk about why she was upset, or what Rob had done to her.

"All right. You want to talk to the vic?" Elliot suggested.

Olivia nodded but didn't say anything.

Elliot ignored it, thinking she may lighten up if he tried to talk to her in the car. But when they got in the car and were on the way to speak with the victim, Elliot realized that there wasn't anything to talk to Olivia about. He couldn't ask her about her family-unless he wanted a smack in the face...what was there to talk about with her anyway?

By the time they had reached the victim's house, things were getting awkward. Olivia still hadn't said a word; she'd kept quiet the whole ride there. When they got into Laura's house, Olivia put her hand on the couch to steady herself. Elliot could almost see the gears in her head turning, thinking about something. Laura looked at her with a concerned expression. Even though Laura had tears trickling down her face and she was clearly upset, she was worried about Olivia because she looked so disoriented.

"Uh, Detective, are you all right? Can I get you something to drink?" Laura asked.

Olivia's head snapped up from the floor tiles that she was looking at. "Uh, no. I'm fine. Thanks," she replied, not making eye contact with anybody but instead looking past Laura to the kitchen. She didn't want anybody to see the fear in her eyes.

Elliot looked at her for a minute, and then turned to Laura.

"You got your rape kit done already?" he asked.

"Yes, just a few hours ago," she said.

"Okay. Do you remember what he looked like?"

"He had on a-a mask. A dark green one. I couldn't see his face and I...I was just so scared, I closed my eyes!" she cried. "How could I be so stupid? I didn't look at his body 'cause my eyes were shut...I was just so scared, I didn't even think about taking in details or anything. God, how could I be so stupid?" she sobbed.

"It's not your fault. You did what many people do. We're going to get this guy," Elliot said. "Do you remember anything about him at all?"

"Well...before I shut my eyes, I think I saw a tattoo on his hip. I don't remember what it was...it was hard to tell, I just saw it...it was purple," she recalled.

"All right. We're going to get him, don't worry. If you remember anything else, call us," Elliot reminded her, handing over his card. He stood up from the couch and looked over at Olivia, who was still sitting down. It was like she wasn't even in the room with them. She was quiet, distant, and her eyes were still rested on the floor. She probably hadn't heard a word they'd said.

"Liv?" Elliot said. "Hey."

Olivia didn't look up. She just continued to pick at her fingernails and look at the floor.

"Olivia," Elliot said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

Her head finally lifted up, his voice reaching her ears for the first time when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She got up from the couch.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry. Laura, may I use your restroom?" she asked.

Laura pointed down the hall. "Yes, of course. Go ahead."

Elliot wondered what she was doing. She was probably going to look in Laura's trash to see if there was any evidence or pill bottles or anything to help them with their case. But she had looked upset, too. What was going on? Was she still thinking about that Lawrence guy?

When Olivia came back out a few minutes later, her face was flushed and she was running a hand through her hair. "Thank you for your time," she murmured to Laura and then left the house with Elliot following behind her.

"Did you find anything?" Elliot asked.

"Huh?" Olivia looked confused.

"Did you find anything?" he repeated. She still looked confused. "In the bathroom, Liv. Did you find anything in the bathroom?" he asked.

"Uh...no," she replied.

"Is that even why you went to the bathroom?" Elliot asked.

She ignored him and started walking quickly to the car, but he grabbed her arm.

"What's going on with you?" he asked, not angry with her, but very concerned.

Olivia looked away for a second and then back at him. She didn't say anything.

"Is it Lawrence? What happened with him?" he asked.

"Nothing. Come on, let's go," she said, breaking free of his grasp and getting in the passenger's seat of his car.

He got in behind her and looked at her. Her face was fixed into an expression of fear and nervousness. She looked out the window, her defined jaw twitching. What had Lawrence done to her? And if whatever he had done had occured nearly thirty years ago, why was Olivia so upset still? Elliot had to find out. Something was very wrong.

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