Disclaimer: I sadly don't own anything in this story except a few plot points. Mr. Wolf does, brilliant man.
The New York fall was crisp and cool, the leaves had all turned and they brilliant hues illuminated the sidewalks. Detective Olivia Benson, of the Special Victims Unit, stepped through them with soft crunching sounds. She tightened the scarf around her neck and sighed. She headed up the steps of the precinct and got ready for a day at work. As she collapsed into her chair, she glanced up and saw that her partner hadn't arrived yet, which was rather odd. Olivia shrugged it off and began to work her way through some tedious paperwork.
It was a full hour later before Elliot Stabler finally appeared. He stormed in and yanked his desk chair out angrily, sitting down with a heavy thud. Olivia raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't hurt yourself." Then she glanced over at the clock and continued, "Way to be on time. Thanks for deciding to grace us with your presence." She grinned at him, but he didn't grin back at the joke. "Benson, do not try me today." He snapped, yanking a file over to his side. "Sorry." Replied Olivia quietly. Elliot looked up, about to say something, but he was interrupted by John walking over and stating, "You two, down to the construction site on 7th, double homicide. Two girls both raped and shot." They both jumped up quickly and headed out.
After reviewing the gruesome murder scene, Elliot and Olivia got back into the car to go and interview some witnesses. "I am sorry I was so testy this morning." Elliott mumbled. "That's alright. Something wrong?" Olivia questioned. Elliot shook his head and didn't respond. He then looked over at her and noticed a very faint blue bruise across her cheek. Elliot then realized she was wearing about five times more make up than usual. "Olivia, what happened?" he exclaimed, gently touching her cheek. "Nothing… I fell yesterday, you know me… so clumsy." She answered, suddenly as evasive as he had been. "Olivia…" "Elliot…" she responded, and then the light turned green and he had to focus on driving. But Elliot's mind lingered on Olivia. She then asked, "What did you do to your hand?" Elliot glanced at her and then at the bandage on his hand. "Yesterday I sliced it open when I was picking up some metal scraps at my house. It's not that bad; the doctor said it doesn't need stitches." Elliot said dismissively. Olivia nodded in response.
Later that day they were investigating another case and were heading up the stairs, when Elliot noticed Olivia somewhat stiffly maneuvering up them. As they reached the landing Elliot said, "Well, one more floor, but we can rest here for a second." Olivia opened her mouth to protest, but stopped and leaned against the wall. After a moment she started heading out, but he stepped in front of her, raising his hand fairly quickly. Olivia instantly recoiled, practically falling over backwards to get out of the way. "Olivia! I wasn't going to hit you!" exclaimed Elliot, helping steady her. She nodded and mumbled, "Sorry, I am just tired." Elliot gave her a gentle hug and asked, "Are you alright." "Fine." She answered, and they both headed up the stairs again.
Elliot slammed his fist loudly against the door, but no one answered. Loud music blared in the background and they looked at each other. "I have a bad feeling about this." Said Elliot and Olivia nodded her agreement. He then kicked out, breaking the door open and they hurried inside. Elliot turned and raced into the bathroom. The young girl who was one of their primary witnesses in a recent murder was lying on her back in a half full tub of water, her wrists slit wide open. "Olivia!" screamed Elliot, plunging his hand into the water and dragging her out of the tub. He noticed that she had shallow breaths and so seized some towels and pressed down hard against her wrists. Olivia followed suit and held the bandage tightly against the girls other wrist while she called 911.
Elliot and Olivia sat in the waiting room of the ER, anxiously awaiting reports on the girl's condition. Olivia looked over at her partner, who was sitting with his chin resting on his hands. He gave her a slight smile and she felt her heart jump as she returned it. "Mr. Stabler?" came a voice. They both looked up and the nurse said, "I need to see you right away. Miss Benson, you don't need to come." "Olivia is coming." Elliot said quickly as he stood up. "Alright…" said the nurse hesitantly. They followed her down the hall and were led into a small examination room, where a doctor stood writing out something. "Ah, detectives." He said with a smile. "The girl will be fine, her condition is now stable. If you hadn't come when you did though, she would have died. You two did great." His smile then faded and he asked to look at Elliot's hand. He glanced at it and then put on some gloves and removed the bandage carefully, tossing its remnants into the bio-hazardous waste container. "All right, well I feel I must tell you this. The young woman you saved has HIV. The bandage seems to have prevented most of her blood from getting near the wounds, but I am going to immediately start you on some drugs to help prevent the virus from taking hold, should it have entered the bloodstream. Nothing serious, Mr. Stabler. Just a precaution." Elliot stood quite silently. Olivia looked at him with extreme worry and shock. The doctor gave him a shot in the arm and then gave him a very long prescription list and told him to pick it up as soon as he left.
"Elliot, are you alright?" questioned Olivia as they got into his car. "I am fine." He snapped, and then they sped off in search of the pharmacy. Afterwards, Elliott dropped Olivia off at her apartment. She gave him a smile as she stepped out of the car. "Hey, Liv?" questioned Elliot as she started to walk away. She turned back and went to his window. "Take care of yourself." He said quietly, and gently traced a hand down her cheek. She nodded and squeezed his hand gently. Elliot watched her walk into her apartment and then slowly drove off.
When he got home he put all of his pill bottles on the table. "Not serious. Whatever." Elliot muttered, looking at the 6 bottles. As he started taking his evening dose his wife walked out. "Elliot, what are these?" she questioned in an icy tone. Reading the labels, she jumped backwards and screamed, "I cannot believe you! I told you before, one more thing and you were out of my house, now get out!"