A/N: After Christmas I am thinking of taking a break from posting due to lack of reviews and encouragement. But until then I hope you like this chapter. Please read and review.

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A month went by and Elliot hadn't seen or heard from Olivia, so he decided that it was time to go see how she was doing because Casey's updates just weren't enough for him.

He walked out of the elevator and treaded up to her apartment door before hesitating momentarily. The detective sighed and slowly raised his closed fist before knocking on the white door.

"Who is it?" A sleepy but annoyed voice flowed through it.

"It's Elliot, Liv. Can I please come in?"

He heard a sigh and a click of a lock before Olivia's voice again.

"Come in, Elliot."

Her voice told him that she wasn't impressed with his unannounced visit.

Elliot opened the door and walked in to see Olivia wheeling herself over to the couch.

"Close the damn door. You're letting out the heat."

"Sorry," the blue eyed man murmured and shut the door.

He then turned around to see Olivia lift herself out of the wheelchair and on to the couch.

"Wow, Liv. When did you start doing that?" Ellit asked cautiously as he approached her.

The brunette looked up at him with a sad smile. "A couple of weeks ago."

Elliot nodded and put a hand on her thigh. "So how have you been?"

"I can feel your hand a little, you know?"

"Really?"

Olivia nodded. "A little bit. The feeling is slowly coming back."

"That's great," he said and looked around. "Where's Casey?"

"Work. She's been staying here. She comes back after work and cooks dinner for me and sleeps on the couch. Even though I tell her that there's no need."

"Olivia, you need someone here with you."

The caramel brown eyed woman bit her bottom lip. "No, I don't. I can take care of myself," she insisted.

"I know but..... Liv, please let me take care of you."

"I'm fine!"

"Please, Liv. It's my fault that you're in a wheelchair," he begged.

"I'll agree with you there," the brunette muttered.

"I deserve that," Elliot agreed, "but please, let me help you."

Olivia mulled over it for a moment before finally answering. "Ok, Elliot. You can also help with my P.T., so Casey doesn't have to rush around to make sure she gets there on time."

"Thank you, Liv."

Olivia shook her head. "No, don't thank me....I got to go to the bathroom, what time is it?"

Elliot looked at his watch. "It's only 2:21."

"Shit. Casey won't be back for another three hours," she sighed and lifted herself back in to the wheelchair.

"Does Casey normally help you?" He asked her cautiously and unsurely.

Olivia nodded, embarrassed. "Sometimes if she can, she comes during her lunch hours, so I can go, but she was too busy today."

"If she can't come, you wait all day for her?" He asked, standing up.

Olivia nodded again, looking down.

"Well no more of that. Come on," he said and pushed her toward the bathroom.

"Elliot," she whined, uncomfortable with the idea of her partner helping her in the bathroom.

"Shhh, Olivia. You have to go to the bathroom and I am going to help you."

Olivia swallowed her embarrassment and pride and let her partner help her.

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That night, the apartment was eerily quiet except for Olivia's muffed crying from the bedroom, which Elliot woke to. He wasn't sure what had woken him at first but then he realized that it was Olivia.

He got up off the couch and tip-toed in to the bedroom, to find the brunette curled up in the queen sized bed under the emerald green comforter, trying her hardest to muffle her crying.

"Livvie," he whispered as he cautiously approached the bed.

She sniffled and wiped away her tears. "Go away," Olivia muttered.

Elliot sighed and sat down on the bed beside her. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Go away," she muttered again.

Elliot gently put his hands under her underarms and pulled her up to sit.

"Elliot," she whined.

"Shh," he replied, cupping her face in his hands. "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs.

"I – I'm sick of the fact that I can't move my legs. I'm sick of being dependent on you and Casey," she answered in frustration.

The blue eyed hunk of man candy rested his forehead against the brunette's and looked in to her sad mocha brown eyes. "Baby....I promise that you'll be walking again....As for being dependent on me and Casey, is completely fine, Livvie. We're your friends, we're here for you anytime of any day," he promised and leaned down.

His lips colliding with Olivia's, beginning a passionate kiss until Olivia pulled away aburptly, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I...I think you should go now," she said and laid back down.

"Liv?"

"Please, just go," she practically begged, freaking out.

Elliot nodded and walked out.

As soon as Olivia heard the front door open and close, she picked up the phone and called Casey, presuming Elliot had left.

"Hello?" Came the sleepy red head's voice through the phone.

"Casey."

Casey shot up in bed. "Liv? What's wrong, honey?"

"C-can you come over please? I know it's late, but please."

By now the ADA was up and getting dressed. "I'm on my way, Liv."

"Thank you. Bye."

"See you soon," Casey replied and hung up.

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The red haired ADA opened her friend's apartment, using her key to get in.

She jumped as she closed the door behind her, seeing a dark figure on the couch.

"Casey?"

Casey turned the light on to see Elliot. "Olivia called me hysterical. What the hell is going on?"

"We kissed and she freaked out. Telling me to go."

"Why you still here?" She asked, heading toward Olivia's bedroom.

"I couldn't just leave her alone."

"Well I'm here now. You can go," she replied and walked in to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Liv?"

"I'm sorry I called so late," the brunette murmured from where she lay.

Novak sat down on the bed beside Benson and caressed her soft, sun kissed cheek. "It's fine, honey. I asked for the week off to help you anyway. What happened?"

"Elliot and I kissed."

"That's supposed to be a good thing. You love him, don't you?"

"Yeah, of course, I do. With all my heart," Olivia replied, honestly.

"Then what's the problem?"

"I—I don't know. Is he still out there?"

"I'll go see," Casey replied and got up before she walked to the door.

She opened it to see that Elliot had gone, so she went back to Olivia. "Sorry, Liv. He's gone," she informed the detective and sat back down.

Olivia released a sob. "Oh God. What did I do?"

"We'll surprise him at work tomorrow."

"What if he's out on a case when we get there?"

"I'll arrange with Cragen so Elliot will be there, ok?" The red head assured the brunette.

Olivia nodded. "Thank you."