AN: I know that this chapter is somewhat not Benson like, but at the same time the way I write doesn't portray Benson exactly like the show does… Anyway, it jumps around bit and that's completely on purpose. Also, I took some liberties here. Let me know what ya think! Love ya'll!

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"Well, I guess it would make sense to explain why I'm here: Elliot and I have known each other for about 15 years and-"

"What the hell are you doing?" she heard him harshly whisper in her ear. She rolled her eyes and chose to ignore him.

"He has always had issues controlling his anger and expressing how he feels in a healthy way and that is something that worried me. Now he suffers from a dependency on alcohol and since I've been staying with him he hasn't been drinking. I've noticed that sometimes his hands get really shaky and he loses his temper at the drop of a hat".

Elliot's jaw nearly hit the floor. She had set him up with her "nerves" out in the waiting room. He shook his head and bit his tongue. She wouldn't see him crack.

took note of his response. Anger was indeed an issue that needed to be addressed. "How do you feel without the alcohol, Elliot?" he asked after a long moment.

"You have to be kidding me" the younger man groaned, getting up and walking to the door, ready to leave.

"Elliot!" she yelled, making him halt.

"Please don't leave… I can't lose you again" she admitted as she came up behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll give you two a moment to talk about this" said, maneuvering past them and out of the room.

Elliot still hadn't turned to look at her, making her more scared than before. Maybe this wasn't a good idea she thought.

"Please tell me what's going through your head" she implored as she attempted to get him to turn.

She almost wished that she hadn't gotten him to look at her when she saw his face. He looked like a wounded puppy.

"I can't believe you set me up like that! I told you that therapy wouldn't help me!" His voice was getting louder as he spoke.

She flinched but quickly recovered. "I had to! You're such a stubborn jackass that you wouldn't even try it if I didn't trick you! You know exactly why I did this; I care about you. I care about you way too much to just sit back and watch you suffer. I had to try to help you, El…"

He was speechless.

"Elliot, if you can look me directly in the eyes and tell me that there is nothing wrong, that you don't need any help, I will let you walk right out that door and go home. Hell, I'll never even bring it up again" she wagered.

There was a long pause. Elliot would open his mouth and close it, unable to get the words out.

"That's what I thought".

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"I-I drank so that I could forget what I did. I wanted to be numb and alcohol was the easiest way… I never expected that I would become an alcoholic".

Olivia was extremely surprised that Elliot was opening up so much. He had told exactly what he had told her days before.

"Why don't we stop there for today? I must say that I am quite proud of you for cooperating so wells. I know that you were unprepared for this session".

Elliot gave the doctor a small smile and nodded in thanks. The doctor was growing on him.

"Now, Olivia, your captain told me that you were recently abducted…".

Elliot saw her swallow, probably to hold back the tears. She took a deep breath and tried to get her thoughts together. That was impossible.

"When I got home a little over a week ago, I heard someone moving around. I didn't think much of it; in fact, I thought that it was my boyfriend at the time surprising me. I had such a rough week that I was excited for a break. When I called out to him, I didn't get a response. That's when I knew that something was up. The next thing I knew, William Lewis is standing in front of me, gun pointed at my head".

Hearing Olivia's account of the events for the first time was almost like getting hit by a truck. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

"I froze. I'm a highly trained cop that's been working in the special victims unit for 15 years…and I froze".

Elliot heard her start to sniffle. His hand found her own and gave it a firm squeeze. It was his silent way of telling her "It's okay, I'm here".

"I think he hit me or something, because all I remember is being tied and duct taped to one of my chairs. He forced me to watch him destroy my furniture, my pictures, everything… Then, he took my keys and some coat hangers and put them on the stove".

She stopped a moment to swallow a sob.

"It's alright Olivia, you can tell us. We won't think any less of you" encouraged.

Olivia nodded. You are strong, Olivia. You can do this.

"He burned me, everywhere. There are burns on my chest, torso, arms, and legs, everywhere. He forced vodka down my throat…threatened to shoot me if I didn't swallow. He decided that pain pills would be really fun once I was nice and buzzed. I passed out and can't remember what happened the next several hours".

"You're doing good, Liv" Elliot told her as he wrapped an arm around her, more for his comfort than hers.

"I just-I can't… I saw him do so many evil things to so many people. I was in the back of the car when he shot that police officer, an innocent young man who probably had a family… then there was that lawyer's parents. He shot the father as soon as we got there, but the mom tried to run. If I wasn't tied up I would have helped her, I should have been able to help her! I'm a detective!" Tears streamed down her face and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Elliot held her close to him, whispering sweet words in her ear. "You're safe. I'm here".

Dr. Lindstrom was intrigued by the two of them. They were both shattered and scarred, but the way they cared about each other was rare. He had seen hundreds of alcoholics over the years, but none that could somehow forget all about their own issues to help the person they care for.

"He-he made me sit there, tied to a chair while he raped her. Every time I blinked or tried to look away he would hit her, point the gun at her head. She was screaming, begging him to stop…I wanted to die. I couldn't take another minute of it. Then he left her, alive surprisingly. I didn't think she was going to make it because he had beaten her pretty bad".

She took a deep breath and moved so that she was even closer to Elliot. "I'm sorry, my thoughts are just so scattered that I don't even know what to say. I can't sort out what happened when…the drugs and alcohol probably play a big part in that".

"If you want to stop for now, that's okay. I won't push you if you aren't ready" Dr. Lindstrom said, handing her a tissue.

"There's one more thing I need to say". She looked Elliot directly in the eyes, knowing that she wouldn't be able to say this to the therapist that she just meant.

"He never got the chance to rape me…but I was assaulted" she whispered.

Elliot felt nauseas. She had mentioned it on the phone that day, but she had never explained. He didn't want her to.

"I had to go to the bathroom so bad that last day. He laughed at me. He watched me struggle to get off of the bed and try to get to the bathroom before I had an accident. Just before it was too late, he uncuffed me and took me to the bathroom. He unbuttoned my pants for me, pulled them down to my ankles…let his hands run up and down my thighs. He kept saying how much fun we were going to have…"

Elliot could feel the bile in his throat. I have to be strong for her. She needs to say this.

"When I was done, he-he"

She tucked her head in to Elliot's neck, trying to hide. She couldn't finish her sentence.

"Olivia, I know this is hard, but I'm here. I won't judge, but I swear to God that I will kill Lewis if I get the chance".

I should have just beaten him until he died.

"He put his fingers inside me" she whispered; bring tears to Elliot's eyes.

"He wanted to see if I wanted him just as much as the others did".

"I'm so sorry" they heard Lindstrom say, but neither acknowledged it.

"Let's just end this for today… I'd like to see the both of you in two days. I want you both to write down some of your thoughts that you feel are important". Olivia freshen herself up a bit, before they went back out into the waiting room.

Elliot's mind was reeling. Olivia. Lewis. Gun. Burned. Rape. Kinapped. Assaulted. Tied.

He grabbed the trashcan that was next to the main desk and threw up. His body clenched over and over again until he had nothing left.

Olivia knelt down next to him, trying to help him calm down. There were a few people in the room, all clearly alarmed.

"Nothing to see here!" she told them, causing them to look away.

"Are you okay, El?"

"Yea" he lied as he pulled himself up.

"I'm so sorry" he told the woman at the desk who simply gave him a sad smile.

"Don't be. Sometimes things get to be a little too much… At least you made it to the can" she said, trying to make him feel better.

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Elliot crawled into bed, ready to go to sleep. He looked over at the clock, it was only noon.

"I brought you some soup… I wasn't sure if you'd want anything heavier" Olivia said, carrying a tray into the room.

"You didn't have to do that".

"Look, this is not a one way street, El. You can't expect me to just sit back and watch you be in pain while you do everything you can to help me. You're my best friend…I want to help you".

Elliot gave her a small, tired smile. She was right, they both needed help.

"We'll get through this together" he told her as he took the tray from her, setting it on his lap.

He grabbed the spoon and slurped some of the broth. "Really? I hate when people do that" she said, settling in next to him.

"Sorry, it's too good to not slurp. I haven't had soup for a long time".

"It's only Campbells".

He shrugged and got another spoonful, feeding it to her.

"That is pretty good".

"Mhm".

She opened her mouth, telling him that she wanted more. He chuckled and complied, eating a spoonful himself and then feeding her until the bowl was empty.

They started to feel nice and sleepy since their stomachs were full and their morning was trying. Just as she was about to drift off, Elliot whispered to her "Just so you know, Liv, you will never lose me again".

"I know" she whispered back.