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Kathleen

She checked her wrist watch once more and frowned. Kathleen had called Olivia over an hour ago, where the hell was she? Was she even coming? Or had she given up on her father just like everyone else? Not that she could blame her of course.

Kathleen was pretty sick of him too.

Speaking of which…

"Hey there chicky. Thanks for coming. Now that you're here maybe they'll finally let me go." He hopped off of the bed to stand up, stumbling slightly as he did so.

"But dad-"

"Shhhhh! Shut the fuck up okay, don't even start."

"Dad-"

"I said be quiet!"

Kathleen flinched at her dad's raised voice and crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

She glared at the man walking away from her as he placed his hands alongside the walls in order to keep himself from falling down. She still found it hard to believe that this bum was actually related to her. Elliot Stabler. A decorated police officer. A former marine. A man whose life experiences would impress anyone willing to listen.

Yes, that guy was the same guy who was no doubt on his way to annoy some of the hospital staff members. The man wearing the stained white t-shirt over his inflated beer-belly. The man who smelled like he hadn't bathed in weeks and probably hadn't. The man who slept with a new woman every night, since his divorce from Kathleen's mother. The man who was sadly depressed and turned to alcohol every time he felt sobbing his heart out.

It was unbelievable.

Her father used to be strong. He used to be respected by anyone and everyone who had the pleasure of knowing him.

He used to actually give a damn!

Now however, it seemed like he didn't want to be here. Like he was tired and would soon give up on life itself if someone didn't light a fire under his ass, and soon.

Kathleen had tried on several occasions to snap him out of it, everyone had, but he just wouldn't listen. So that's why she called Olivia.

Olivia would know what to do. She knew him probably more than Kathleen's mom did, but that wasn't saying much. The thought of her dad's former partner made Kathleen groan as she buried her head in her hands.

I can't believe I lied to her.

The sad thing was that the lie had been fabricated all too easily by the young college student's mind. The only concern she had at this point was to get Olivia over to the hospital as soon as possible; the more dramatic the better, right? The truth was that her dad hadn't been in a coma, not at all. The only reason he was in the hospital now was because he had fallen down a flight of stairs and passed out.

There was a lot more to the story—obviously—and Kathleen planned to tell Olivia everything as soon as she saw her.

That is, if her dad gave her the opportunity to do so.

"I wanna go home!" she heard him slur from outside "You can't keep me here, ass holes! I'm a cop! I'll arrest all of your asses."

Kathleen scoffed at her dad's shouting and rolled her eyes.

Ugh. He's so annoying!

Kathleen heard a hushed voice, probably one of the nurses instructing him to calm down and go back to his room until the doctor arrived to examine him.

"No! I'm fine! I fell down, who careees-ah! People fall down all the time, you stupid bitch. Honestly, haven't you figured that out by now?"

"Elliot?"

Oh God—Kathleen thought—I recognize that voice.

Kathleen's eyes widened in fear as she rushed over to the entrance of her dad's room and peeped around the corner, to make sure she had heard correctly.

Yup, it was her alright.

There she was, Olivia Benson standing in the middle of the hallway in what appeared to be work-out clothes. Her hair was in a short ponytail and her face was vacant of any make-up. She looked the same, just a bit heavier than before, but that didn't matter.

She was still beautiful in Kathleen's eyes, and would no doubt be in her dad's as well.

When she finally took the time to take in the expression on Olivia's face, the sight of it made her want to cry as the reality of her actions finally set in. She looked positively devastated and it was all Kathleen's fault for dragging her back into their fucked up lives. She had hurt Olivia by lying to her, she had deeply deeply hurt her, and the guilt of doing so would haunt the young blonde for years to come.

"Shit" Kathleen mumbled.

If Olivia noticed Kathleen's presence, she didn't show it. Instead she kept her eyes fixed on Kathleen's idiot of a father, frozen to her spot like she was afraid to move.

Afraid to breathe.

Olivia

Well, he sounded like Elliot. He looked kind of like Elliot. But was it really him?

"Elliot?"

He turned around at the sound of his name being called and leaned against the receptionist's desk with an annoyed look on his face. When he realized exactly who it was that he was looking at, his expression mirrored exactly what she was feeling.

Shock.

He seemed at a temporary loss for words. Time itself seemed to stop for a moment as the few people in this wing of the hospital stopped talking, sensing the tension between the man and woman in front of them. That moment quickly passed however when a goofy grin transformed Elliot's features.

He pointed a shaky finger at his old partner when he spoke.

"Heeeeey! I know youuuuu." He turned towards one of the nurses nearby and whispered, "I know her. Is she sexy or what?" The nurse was about to respond when Elliot snickered and cut her off.

"Well too bad lady, you can't have her, okay? She's mine." He said that last word with venom in his voice, only half joking.

"You're drunk," said Olivia.

He turned back towards her and nodded his head a little too enthusiastically in response. He was tempted to run over to her, but knew he would fall and then most likely pass out once that happened. Through his alcohol tainted mind, Elliot had enough common sense to crawl over to Olivia instead.

She was still frozen to her spot when he reached her. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to run, but for some reason she just couldn't do it.

Elliot quickly wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her in close, rubbing his face against her…um…

"Elliot!" Olivia shrieked before she tried pushing him off of her.

"No, no, no, NO. I'm sorry Livy, but you're stuck with me. I don' never ever ever lever never wanna let you go. Mmk?" He then dramatically cried out, "Don't leave meeee…hehehehhe….eeee."

Olivia's moment of shock quickly wore off and her anger returned full force. Drunk or not, what did he think? That this was some sort of joke? That she would forgive him like nothing had ever happened and everything would go back to normal?

Oh, hell no.

"Get off me Elliot." Her tone was calm, too calm. If Elliot had been sober he would've had enough common sense to back off, but he wasn't so he didn't.

Instead he said, "NO, I love you."

"I said get off you jackass!"

When he refused to let go Olivia dug her nails into his back and twisted. His dumb ass still wouldn't let go, not even after she drew blood!

Olivia was so pissed in that moment that her body began to tremble. Her fists clenched at her sides as she glared down at her ex-partner. Her vision was starting to turn red, literally.

This was not the Elliot Stabler she used to know and if he didn't let go of her soon, she was for real going to shank him. If that didn't work, she would shoot him in the fucking dick. He had hurt her more than anyone else ever had in her entire life and here he was hugging her like that was somehow okay? He didn't have any right to touch her, let alone hug her!

Nah ah, not after what he did.

And Kathleen! Oh, Kathleen had some nerve as well, calling her up in the middle of the night telling her some bull shit of a story just so she could use Olivia for her own personal gain. Based off of the way everything was going it didn't take a genius to figure out what had actually happened.

Elliot had messed up big time, and she had been called in to "fix him".

Like hell.

It seemed all of those hours spent in self-defense class were finally going to come in handy after all.

"Get off of me you son of a bitch!"

Olivia wasn't even aware of her movements in the next few minutes, all she knew was that she wanted to make him feel all the hurt that she had felt when he left.

She was going to make him pay.

And with that ladies and gentlemen, Olivia Benson's mind temporarily went bye-bye as her anger swallowed her whole and her mind blocked out everything that was going on around her. To say she "snapped" would be an understatement.

Olivia sounded like a mad woman as she went on the offense. She was cussing at him in every language that she knew and (much to Elliot's surprise) she managed, to break out of his grip and land quite a few good punches on him before he decided to fight back.

The next thing Olivia knew, they were rolling on the hospital floor as they both fought to gain the upper-hand. Elliot was saying something, but she didn't hear a word that came out of his mouth because she was too focused on trying to kill him. Literally.

Finally it seemed that despite being a drunken loser at the moment, Elliot was still the stronger of the two. He roughly pinned her wrists to the floor and moved the rest of his body weight on top of her, deciding to wait until she stopped cursing and squirming around before he made a move.

It took a while, but eventually Olivia calmed down enough to think coherently once more. She stopped moving and her chest heaved as she tried to get a grip. She avoided Elliot's eyes and looked around the room, realizing that everyone was staring at them.

She heard someone say that security was on their way up and would be there shortly.

"Liv?"

She shook her head, refusing to look into those damn blue eyes of his knowing full well that if she did, her anger would soon disappear.

She wasn't ready for that yet.

She wasn't ready to forgive him.

"Olivia, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you and, and-"

Olivia looked at him then with tears in her eyes. She bit her now trembling lip and tried extremely hard not to cry.

Elliot's grip on her loosened and tears of his own began to develop. He didn't want to see her cry, he didn't want her to feel any pain of any kind.

"Oh, honey," his voice cracked as he too tried to keep the tears at bay.

Elliot quickly moved off of her and sat up, pulling her with him as he did so. He rocked her back and forth, hoping his embrace would give her some kind of comfort.

Olivia quickly wrapped her own arms around him and buried her face in his chest. Her shoulders began to shake as a series of broken sobs escaped her.

A single tear escaped one of Elliot's eyes and rolled down his cheek when a horrifying thought occurred to him.

I've never seen her cry before. I'm the one who did this to her. I'm the one who caused this. Me.

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