Title: Voices

Summary: Voices, they're everywhere, some everyone can hear, others just you can.

Disclaimers: I don't own any of the SVU characters.

Author's note:

Okay, this is the last chapter. Hope you enjoy, thanks to Eric for proof-reading this for me!


Olivia stared at the body, now lying at her feet. Blood streamed down the concrete, like fine squiggly lines, toward her. She still had her gun up, pointing at the body. Her face twisted, in disgust. He had stabbed himself. But why? Why would he do that?

"Liv, there you are," Olivia turned around; her gun was still pointing at the body, trembling slightly. How did this look?

Elliot was running towards her. He stopped, "What's going on?"

He glanced at the body. Blood seeped out of the victim's forehead.

Olivia opened her mouth to talk. Nothing came out. She tried again. "I…I don't know," she said, looking back at the body.


"Olivia, it wasn't your fault," George said calmly.

A week had gone by. The detectives had moved onto another case, another victim, another prep, but something about this one shook Olivia down to the core. She was stumped.

"I should have done something. I just stood there. I didn't attempt to take the knife off him, maybe if I did…"

"He would have still killed himself, if it wasn't then, it could be now, or a few weeks time."

"We didn't even get a chance to tell Caitlyn that her rapist wasn't put away. She didn't know the truth. We promised her!"

"Olivia, you have to stop blaming yourself for what happened. You just walked in at the wrong time and saw him kill himself."

Olivia nodded reluctantly. She leaned back onto the couch, her arms folded. "He just kept saying I didn't, I didn't… waving the knife around. Why did he stab himself in the head?"

George looked down. "We can never be sure why, but I believe because he wanted the voices to stop in his head. When he stabbed Caitlyn, she fell quiet and he thought that if he stabbed himself in the head, the voices would stop, crease and quiet down."

"Well, it worked," she said with a slight touch of sarcasm in her voice.


"I know, I know. It wasn't my fault. I should stop blaming myself," Olivia stood up and head for the door.

She stopped, "Thanks."

George smiled, "No problem."

She turned around and headed out. She went to her desk, grabbed the pile of folders on top of her desk and walked out. She wanted to take the day off.

Elliot's eyebrow rose, but didn't say anything as Olivia left.

(The end)


Author's Note:

Okay, not the best end. Please review, Thanks to everyone who has reviewed!