A small stereo was playing inside Olivia Benson's bathroom while she showered. Steam filled the small space as it escaped the shower head and spread to every inch of the room. This was always something she did whenever her life became too stressful and she needed a moment to just take a step back and relax. She could have stayed inside that shower for hours on end, never once tiring of the way it felt to have steamy hot water running down her body.

She couldn't help but smile as the song changed and one of her favorites began to play. It was "One Summer Night" by the Danleers. She swayed to the beat and slowly lathered her body up with soap. She sang the familiar lyrics and allowed herself to escape reality, even it was only for a few minutes.

"One summer Night

We fell in love

One summer night

I held you tight

You and I

Under the moon of love

Moon of love"

Several other tracks played afterwards. Time passed in a blur and she wasn't sure how long she had been in that shower, but eventually her relaxation time came to an end when the water turned ice cold.

She quickly turned her shower knob all the way to the left until the water was completely shut off. She then grabbed her towel off of a nearby rack and dried herself before wrapping her hair up. Finally she put her fluffy pink robe on and tied the belt around her waist, loving the way it felt against her skin.

The tired sergeant sighed as reality came crashing back down on her. She wiped off the steam covered mirror with the palm of her hand and replayed the events from two days ago in her mind. She knew what she had to do, she knew what she had promised, but that didn't mean it was going to be easy.

You see, after her confrontation with Elliot, the night's events had taken an interesting turn.

The doctor had finally decided to show up as well as two uniformed men that were trailing closely behind him. The doctor paused mid-stride and allowed the security guards to go in front of him, not wanting to get in the way.

The two security guards eyed Elliot and Olivia up and down, not quite sure why they had been called up in the first place. The couple seemed fine, except for the man who had a bruise forming around his now swollen eye. Still. They were embracing, surely that was a good thing?

The taller of the two guards then turned to the room and asked, "What the hell happened?"

There were only about ten people on this side of the hospital, in this particular area. The receptionist, a few nurses, a random girl in the corner, these two, and three other patients.

The receptionist—a Middle Eastern woman—quickly filled them in on what had transpired. Nothing really happened after that. Olivia turned on her charm and assured them that everything was alright. She then flashed her badge and the security guards backed off trusting that she had the situation under control.

Being a sergeant definitely had its perks.

The doctor watched the security guards leave and looked down at the two people in front of him through tired eyes. His smile was tight-lipped and Olivia knew from his expression that this doctor was exhausted and probably in no mood to deal with a difficult patient right now. He politely asked Elliot to go back to his room so he could examine him…

"Doctor I can't right now. She needs me."

Elliot looked down at her then.

"I'm not going anywhere ever again, okay Liv? Never."

Olivia snorted in disbelief.

"Yeah. Sure."

"What? I'm not!"

"Oh come on El, not even to go to the bathroom?"

Elliot smiled at his old friend and tightened his grip around her body.

"Is that your way of telling me that you wanna watch me take a shit? You're such a creeper."

Olivia chuckled and smacked his chest half-heartedly.

"You're so lame."

Their eyes met then and they both smiled as they admired one another.

Those eyes. They both thought. Those beautiful beautiful eyes.

Olivia helped Elliot up then and told him to listen to the doctor. To her surprise Elliot didn't want to let her go. In fact he fought so hard to hold onto her that it made her pause in surprise.

Kathleen the silent observer stepped in then. She wiped a few tears off her face and told her dad that everything would be alright.

"Olivia's not going anywhere dad," she said, "don't worry we'll be right outside."

Elliot glanced over at Olivia and made her pinky swear that she wouldn't leave. After he had calmed down enough to follow the doctor back into his room, Kathleen crossed her arms over her chest. She bit her lip and looked over at Olivia with guilt-filled eyes.

"Come on. I owe you an explanation."

And so they ventured over to the cafeteria and sat down. Olivia barely got her butt in the chair when Kathleen started talking. She carried on for about an hour, but Olivia never once interrupted her. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't think of anything to say. So much had happened since Elliot left SVU. It made Olivia's heart ache to know that she hadn't been the only one who went through hell this past year.

"I hate to drag you into this Olivia, I really do but I don't know who else to turn to. When he was in that hospital Dr. Petrova told us that the only way my dad was going to heal is if he had a good support system. Sure, he's gotten better and everything but he's starting to slip again what with the family separated and all. Elizabeth and Richard moved to Florida with my mom, so they're no help and Maureen has her own family to worry about.

She just gave birth to two boys and I don't want to worry her any more than necessary. I managed to help him out these past few weeks but now I'm beyond worried. The other night I found a letter from his apartment manager. Apparently my dad hasn't been paying his rent recently and if he doesn't pay up, like now, they're going to kick him out on the streets.

My dad's broke. He blew it big time and I literally have nowhere to put him. He keeps telling me he has it under control, but I know that he doesn't. There's no way! I mean come on, his little apartment is going to be taken away from him. I feel so sad for him, but so mad at the same time. I don't know.

It's like I want to help him, but there's nothing more I can do. I just…I can't, you know? My grades are slipping and that's something I can't allow to happen. Ever.

The only reason I'm even in school is because of my scholarship, anything below a C and I'm out."

Olivia gulped and ran her fingers through her hair, something she often did when stressed.

Oh my God, this poor family. I can't even imagine…

Olivia threaded her hands together and rested her elbows on top of the cheap plastic table in front of her. She met Kathleen's eyes then with a determined stare.

"What do you need me to do?"

The buzzing of her phone made Olivia jump. She glanced down and saw that it was a text from Kathleen.

-THANK YOU AGAIN! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME. I'LL SEE YOU GUYS TOMORROW! LOVE YOU BOTH.

Olivia grabbed her phone and checked the time. It was four which meant if she didn't hurry up pretty soon traffic was going to be crazy.

Olivia quickly finished getting dressed and twenty five minutes later the beautiful brunette was driving through the streets of New York. She followed the directions her phone gave her and suddenly felt uneasy. She knew damn well where this GPS was taking her and she instinctively locked her doors.

This was a sketchy part of town and she knew it, everyone did. You didn't come down here unless you were ready to risk being stabbed, shot, robbed, raped, or killed. She knew she could handle herself, but still her instincts screamed at her to turn around.

Olivia gripped her steering wheel tightly and kept her eyes trained firmly on the road in front of her. She didn't dare glance over because she already knew what she would see. This was where the infamous "wall" was.

There had to of been at least a hundred dangerous men and possibly a few women leaning against that wall right now. She knew they were staring her car down, but she pressed on regardless.

After a few more turns Olivia ended up outside of Elliot Stabler's new apartment. She gasped when she took in the sight in front of her.

You've got to be kidding me. People actually live here?

There was graffiti everywhere, windows were broken, there were beer bottles and discarded cigarettes littering the sidewalk, and the complex itself seemed like it was just moments away from crumbling down. It was depressing to look at.

Olivia shook her head and quickly got out of the car not wanting to be here any longer than necessary. She locked the car behind her and instinctively touched her gun, feeling safer once she felt the cold metal beneath her fingertips.

She walked upstairs to apartment 2B. She didn't even bother knocking and unlocked the door with the key Kathleen had given her. Once inside she heard a series of moans from behind a closed door and what sounded like the thumping of a head board against a wall.

She heard an unknown woman moan Elliot's name and Olivia couldn't help but make a gaging noise in the back of her throat.

Ugh!

To make matters worse this place was a fucking dump! There was trash everywhere, spoiled food, no furniture, and oh my God, was that a fucking rat?! Holy shit it was.

She didn't want to waste any time in getting the hell out of there so she withdrew her weapon and quickly walked over to Elliot's room.

She then kicked down the door and shouted: "Freeze! Police!"

The woman (who was apparently on top) screamed and flailed around like a fish before she eventually fell off of the bed. Elliot put his hands in the air and glared at Olivia, not even bothering to cover himself.

Eww or his condom covered dick.

Olivia grimaced and quickly raised her other hand in front of her face in order to block out that horrifying image. She was seriously going to vomit.

"What the fuck, Liv!"

The woman pulled the sheet from off of the bed and wrapped it around her body. She looked at Elliot and Olivia suspiciously.

"Wait you know her?"

"Unfortunately."

Olivia couldn't help but laugh at his sudden change in attitude towards her. She had expected as much.

The woman rolled her eyes and stood up, then grabbed her tacky pink dress off of the floor along with her matching pink pumps. She stomped over to the bathroom and slammed the door, which seemed to rattle the whole apartment.

Olivia lowered her gun and quickly put it away. She ordered Elliot to get dressed and pack a bag, not even bothering to try and be polite about it.

"You're coming with me."

"What are you high? I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Oh, yes you are."

"Oh, no I'm not."

Olivia groaned impatiently and kicked his bed. He was way stronger than her and they both knew it. She wasn't going to get him out of that bed unless she did something drastic, daring, down-right insane! Olivia then looked down at the condom and could hardly believe what she did next.

She walked over to Elliot and grabbed the condom off of his dick and smacked him with it. Cum shot out of the condom and landed all over the place. Elliot shrieked in disgust and quickly jumped up off of the bed. He definitely didn't see that one coming.

He shivered and quickly wiped his cheek off with the back of his hand.

"Eww! Eww! Jesus Christ, Olivia! What the fuck is that matter with you?"

"Get. Dressed. And tell your little hooker friend good-bye. You're leaving this place and believe me when I say, you won't be coming back."

Elliot stood there quietly for a moment. He was silently arguing with himself on what he should do next, but instead he just said this as he began pulling on a random pair of pants:

"Hey, her name is Ecstasy, okay? And she is a very nice lady. Just so you know."

"You tell 'em baby!" Ecstasy hollered from behind the bathroom door.

Olivia tried her best to keep a straight face, but knew she was most likely failing miserably.

"Riiiight. Okay, well, Elliot hurry up. You have five minutes and then we're out of here."

She quickly left the room and closed the door behind her.

She leaned her back against the wall and quickly covered her mouth when she felt a fit of giggles burst out of her.

I can't believe I just did that!

She looked down at her other hand and instantly regretted doing so.

Uggggggggggh! NASTY! It's sticky!

She didn't know what to do seeing as how there wasn't a single clean thing in this apartment so she instead settled for wiping "it" on his wall and waiting downstairs safely inside her car.

God help me.

A/N: Thoughts?

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