Olivia pulled a beer out the fridge. She stares at it for the longest time. In a flash, she flung it at the wall, shattering it. She collapsed on the floor, heaving and sobbing. It had been two weeks since they took Calvin away from her. His absence was like a new tear in her heart. She had lost so much. " Why!" she screamed at the silent walls looming around her. Loud knocking on her door caught her attention.
"Liv, open the door. It's me, Elliot!
Olivia wiped her face and stumbled to the door. When she opened it, Elliot pulled her into his arms. She gratefully wrapped her arm...
Warning - gets kind of personal, maybe not a fun read. I'd have emailed it directly to any of the show's writers if I could have found the contact info.
I watch the show, not on a regular basis, but when I do with a religious intensity. It's a kind of catharsis for me, as an in-the-closet survivor, to see people surviving, being honored, being supported and the detectives fighting for them. So it's a very personal experience, almost a therapy, and even though I know it's just a TV show I take it very personally.
Olivia had known something was up. When she entered her apartment, she had that feeling—the one where the creepy-crawlies made every hair stand on end—on her arms, on the back of her neck. Ignoring it would cost her dearly, and she would never forgive herself after this. She knew that, once her own gun was pointing towards her head, and that sick fuck Lewis was at the other end.
Elliot saw the report on the news about the rapist set free in Manhattan, and he couldn't help thinking...
Olivia runs into the office searching wildly for Elliot with a look that could kill. Storming in she notices that the offices remains empty, as if everyone has done home for the night, but then she notices Elliot sitting at his desk sorting through paperwork concerning todays case.
"Elliot!" yells Olivia as she starts throwing papers off of his desk to get his attention. "How dare you try and take that bullet for me today?! You had no right risking your life for me. You have a wife and a family! You have to start thinking more clearly!"
one night olivia was at home sitting on her couch in her night gown.all of a sudden she heard the phone ring and it was elliot OLIVIA:hey el whats going on.ELLIOT: i need to talk to you do you think you could come outside for a sec and olivia said sure.so when she came outside she seen elliot on the front step.OLIVIA: hey el is something wrong ELLIOT: how long have we been partners LIV: i dont know about nine years why.ooooooooh nothing i just wanted to know come on you know you can tell me anything.well over the years ive kinda grown some feelings for you.olivia was silent there for a...
Part I—The Assault
There she was, sitting at her desk…with his gun. What the heck was I thinking, leaving her alone like this? he asked himself.
“Liv. Liv what are you doing?” A huge pit opened up in his stomach, while each hair on his head stood at attention. She raised the gun to her head.
Just one month ago, Olivia Benson had a regular life--as regular as it could be for a detective who investigated rape cases. While other cops in her department came and went, burning out due to the egregious nature of...
It was 9:30 pm at the 1-6 and Donald Cragen was p.o.'d. Washington wanted two of his best Detectives to go undercover for a year at least.
He stormed into his precinct and saw Benson and Stabler working at their desks. "Benson, Stabler my office NOW!"
He walked into his office followed by his to lead detectives.
Benson spoke up first. "Captain, did we do something wrong?"
"No, the bosses at Washington want you two to go undercover for awhile."
Elliot spoke up. “Captain I can't do that. My divorce is being finalized and I need to be at that end...
"I don't honestly know if we could do that," Winchester said. "One thing I do know is the relationship grows on the fact that they respect each other immensely and that they know each other is damn good at their job."