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Two weeks later, Olivia had been moved in to a rehabilitation hospital and doing Physical Therapy once a day but Olivia just wanted to go home and sleep in her own warm, comfy bed.
She hadn't seen Elliot since the night she'd kicked him out and she was confused as to whether or not to be happy about it.
"Morning Liv. I thought I was late," Casey greeted the detective as she walked in to the private hospital room.
Olivia refused to look at the ADA. She closed her eyes and turned away from her friend. "You are. I've already had the session, so you can go back to whatever is more important for the day," Benson muttered.
She was hurt because Casey had promised to be there for her during every Physical Therapy session and this was the second one she'd missed in just four days.
"Oh Liv, I'm sorry, honey. I forgot what time it was at. I thought maybe 9:30, like yesterday morning."
"Well it was at eight. I'm tired," she whispered and tried to hold back threatening tears of frustration and sadness.
"Liv--"
"Why hasn't Elliot come to see me?...I miss him," she asked, changing the subject.
"Liv...Elliot has been here to see you...Every night, in fact," the red head confessed.
Olivia was shocked. She slowly rolled over using mainly the top half of her body. She had some feeling back in her legs but still couldn't really control them. "What?"
Casey nodded. "Yes honey. He comes after you go to sleep and leaves before you wake. He thinks you still hate him but he still really cares deeply about you."
Olivia nodded with a sniffle.
"Do you want me to call him?"
The detective stubbornly wiped away her salty tears. "No," she replied, firmly.
"Liv?" Casey questioned, with raised eyebrows.
She was confused. Getting mixed signals from the brunette.
One minute she misses her partner, the next she doesn't want see him.
Olivia licked her lips and pinched the top of her nose between her tired mocha orbs. "He said some unforgivable things so no...I don't want to see him," she replied. Her voice angry and firm. Her normally sparkling brown eyes showing an even mixture of betrayal, hurt and fury.
The door opened and a doctor walked in. "Miss Benson."
"It's Detective," she seethed. She was sick of being called Miss.
"Sorry, Detective Benson. We've decided that you're free to leave today ...under two conditions," Dr Freeling spoke with a small smile.
"And what are they?" Olivia asked, staring the doctor down.
"One, you stay with someone and two, you still go to a P.T. session once a day."
"Done," Casey answered for Olivia. "She's staying with me."
Dr Freeling nodded. "Ok. I'll go get the forms," she replied and left.
"I'm not staying with you," Olivia answered, like a moody child with her arms folded on her chest.
Casey sighed, sadly. She knew that she let her best friend down so she couldn't blame her for being angry with her.
"Liv...how many times do I need to say sorry, huh?" The red haired ADA asked softly.
Olivia exhaled a deep breath, slowly. "Sorry. I know that I'm not as important as what you were doing this morning."
Casey stood up and took both of Olivia's hands in her own. "Honey, you are more important then what I was doing this morning," the ADA replied honestly.
The detective just nodded as she watched the doctor re-emerge.
"I have the forms here for you to sign, Miss...ah Detective Benson," he said, passing the release forms.
Olivia signed them and was finally allowed to go home.
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Ten minutes in to the car ride to Olivia's apartment Casey turned off the radio and spoke before Olivia could protest.
"Olivia, talk to me, please," the ADA practically begged the detective.
"There's absolutely nothing to talk about," she stressed.
"Liv..."
"Just. Shut. Up!" Olivia yelled and exhaled slowly.
The red head sighed in frustration and turned the radio back on, as she continued to drive the remaining fifteen minutes of the drive.
The detective looked out the side passenger window, just watching the quick passing scenery go by. She knew that she should apologize to her friend but she was too stubborn to.
When they arrived at Olivia's apartment, Casey wheeled Olivia up to the floor that her apartment was on and found Elliot standing by the door.
"Hi Liv. Casey," he greeted the women as they approached.
The red head put the key in the door and opened it. "Come on in, Elliot," she said before Olivia could protest, even though it was her apartment.
Olivia followed Casey closely behind and refused to even look at the man. She knew if she did, she'd melt. She'd get lost in those gorgeous blue eyes.
"Liv..." Elliot tried again after closing the front door behind him.
"I'm going to go to bed. I'm tired," she muttered and went to wheel herself away.
The handsome detective gently grabbed brunette's wheelchair and gently pulled her back. "Olivia...please," he begged her.
"Let me go," she whimpered.
Elliot gently pulled her to him and squatted down in front of the wheelchair. "Liv."
Olivia fought him, trying to release his firm grip on her slender wrists before trying to wheel herself away from him but Elliot stopped her yet again.
"Olivia Marie Benson," he spoke firmly.
"Don't full name me," Olivia answered, stubbornly.
Elliot gently cupped her face in his big hands and looked deeply in to her beautiful cocoa orbs. "Baby...Please hear me out," he spoke gently.
Olivia whimpered at the pet name and her anger melted away. Fresh tears started to well up in her eyes as she looked back in to the handsome detective's ocean blues.
Elliot wiped away the brunette's salty tears and kissed the tip of her button nose. "Baby, I'm so srry for everything. Please forgive me," he apologized so softly.
Casey decided that it was safe to leave the two detectives alone to talk in private so she walked in to the spare bedroom and shut the door softly behind her.
Olivia sighed but didn't take her eyes from Elliot's ocean blue gaze. She bit her bottom lip. "Why? Why did you say those aweful things? Did you mean them?" She asked. The pain evident in her strained, soft voice.
The hot-headed detective took her soft, smaller olive toned hand in his bigger, calloused one. "No, of course not, baby. I was angry but not at you. I'm so sorry," he apologized again, just as softly.
The brunette closed her tired chocolate brown eyes and sighed softly before she slowly re-opened them. "It hurt, Elliot. It hurt so bad," she whispered, truthfully.
"I know, baby, and I regret it every second of every day. I'm so sorry, baby, please forgive me."
The brown eyed detective bit her bottom lip and stared in to his blue orbs through chocolate browns glitzening with unshed tears.
"I-- I love you but...I don't know if I can. All you've done is send mixed signals, confusing the hell out of me. One minute you seem all loving and the next you're shooting me down," she told him, being brutally honest with the man.
Elliot caressed the back of her soft, naturally tanned hand and licked his dry, cracked lips, thinking of the right thing to say, so he didn't accidentally upset her. "I didn't realize that I was doing that. I know that I haven't got any good reasons for it because you didn't deserve to take the brunt of my anger. Why didn't you say something, Liv?"
Olivia took a slow, deep, painful, shaky breath before taking away eye contact from him, momentarily. "If I remember correctly, I tried to say something a few times," she answered. She was beginning to get defensive and the tears had dried up, just leaving dry tracks of evidence down her olive cheeks.
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In the spare bedroom, Casey wasn't eavesdropping but she was beginning to notice the tone of voice that her best friend was starting to use. She was getting angry toward Elliot and getting defensive to protect herself and her heart.
She sat there on the comfy, twin sized bed, thinking if she should intervene for Olivia's sake since she was still recovering from a bullet wound to the back, which had nicked her spine. Casey decided that it was best to wait it out because she couldn't keep interferring in Olivia and Elliot's arguments and fights, which had become more frequent in the last few months. They had arisen when Elliot's divorce proceedings began and worsen when his divorce from Kathy was finalized.
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"Liv..." Elliot tried to get her to look at him again since she looked away.
Olivia shook her head and sniffled since fresh tears were making themselves known.
She took her hand out of his soft grip and went to wheel herself away but Elliot grabbed the handles of the wheelchair to prevent her from leaving him.
"Liv."
Olivia wheeled herself around to look at him. He could see the fury in her eyes behind the tears, which he had caused.
"Don't you get it?! Leave me alone!" She yelled forcefully as strong as her weak body would allow her.
Before Elliot could answer, the spare bedroom door opened and Casey came to the rescue.
"I think it's time you left, Elliot," she spoke softly, allowing Olivia the silence escape to the master bedroom down the small hallway.
"Casey."
The ADA shook her head. "Elliot, she's fragile right now. Emotionally and physically. You know that. She needs to rest more then anything right now. Come back when you've calmed down," she explained gently to the detective.
Elliot nodded, sadly and walked out of the apartment, softly shutting the big wooden door behind him.
He walked down the quiet hallway to the elevator, wondering if he'd ever get the love of his life back after this pathetic mistake he'd made.