Title: Holy Water

Author: viol8dbyalizzard

Pairing: Elliot/Olivia

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Olivia's comes into work one day, bloody and beaten, and questions start to rise. Munch comes to her rescue, however, when she nearly goes off the deep end.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, y'all. Holy Water is Big and Rich's. Dr. Marsh is just a name I made up.

Feedback: OF COURSE!

Somewhere there's a stolen halo

I use to watch her wear it well

Everything would shine

wherever she would go

But looking at her

now you'd never tell

Someone ran away with her innocence

A memory she can't get out of her head

I can only imagine what she's feeling

When she's praying

Kneeling at the edge of her bed

And she says take me away

And take me farther

Surround me now

And hold, hold, hold me like holy water

Holy water

She wants someone to call her angel

Someone to put the light back in her eyes

She's looking through the faces

The unfamiliar places

She needs someone to hear her when she cries

And she says take me away

And take me farther

Surround me now

And hold, hold, hold me like holy water

Holy water

She just needs a little help

To wash away the pain she's felt

She wants to feel the healing hands

Of someone who understands

And she says take me away

And take me farther

Surround me now

And hold, hold, hold me

And she says take me away

And take me farther

Surround me now

And hold, hold, hold me like holy water

Holy water

"Stabler! Where's your partner!" Cragen yelled from his office.

"Not sure, Cap! She'll probably be here soon! Traffic!" Elliot replied.

"Well, she better get her ass here quick if-" he was cut off, though, as a sob was heard from the front of the bullpen. Everyone turned to look at Olivia Benson as she stumbled in and looked at Elliot, quietly whispering his name.

"El." Fin, John, and Elliot all ran over to her just before she passed out, Elliot catching her before she hit the ground. They stared at her as they took in her appearance. Her blouse, which had once been a pretty coral, was soaked in blood and ripped to shreds, as was most of her bra, leaving parts of her stomach and breasts exposed, her blue jeans were also in tatters, her face and arms and legs were covered in blood and bruises, and blood matted her hair down. Her breath came in rapid gasps and they could hear her wheezing.

John, wanting to protect Olivia's modesty, took off his jacket and placed it over her, making sure it covered her torso. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Someone had hurt the woman he considered a little sister and they would pay. He would make sure of that.

"CAP! GET OUT HERE!" Fin yelled and Cragen came running out of his office.

"What the hell. . .Never mind. Somebody call a bus! Now!"

"Ten steps ahead o' ya, Cap," Munch said as he called for one on his cell. Three minutes later, Elliot, Munch, Fin, and Cragen were all standing by as they watched their favorite person be loaded into an ambulance with a mask over her mouth.

"Anybody riding with her?" one of the doctor's asked and Elliot nodded, climbing into the back and sitting next to his love.

"We'll see you at the hospital, El," Cragen said, but Elliot didn't even acknowledge him. He just stared at Olivia and held her hand tightly. "Munch, go with him."

"Yes, Sir." John quickly climbed in next to Elliot before the doors shut and they drove off. He looked at the man next to him and saw the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"She'll be okay, El. She always is," he said and wrapped an arm around Elliot's shoulders, surprised, but allowing it, when the man leaned into him and rested his head on his shoulder.

"I don't know this time, John. I really don't," Elliot replied quietly and John rubbed his arm.

"She will. She has to be."

Over the next few days, the four men took turns watching over Olivia at the hospital. She had been there for three days and still hadn't woken up. The doctors said she had fallen into a coma, but none of them gave up. Each day, they would talk to her and hold her hand, urging her to wake up from her deep rest, but nothing worked. The fourth day was John's day to stay and he sat next to her, quietly rambling on about everything.

"We need you to wake up, Liv. Especially Elliot. He really needs you. He's such a mess now. You would be horrified at his appearance. That man would barely leave your side the other day. Stubborn bastard. That's what love is all about, though, I guess," John said, not really expecting a response. When he got nothing, he sat back in the chair and sighed, still holding tightly to Olivia's hand, as he thought about when the doctor told them she had fallen into the coma.

"Gentlemen, a word if you will," Dr. Marsh said with a sad look on his face. Fin, Cragen, Munch, and Elliot all followed him into the nurse's lounge and frowned as e shut the shut the door.

"What is it, Dr.? Will she be all right?" Cragen spoke up for the rest of them. He was like their father and took charge quite easily.

"You all should probably sit down for this." He waited for them to do as they were told and continued. "Ms. Benson, I'm afraid, has fallen into a coma. The trauma from all this has caused her to recede into her mind and will take a lot to get her back. I'm very sorry, gentlemen."

Elliot felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach. His Liv, in a coma? It couldn't be! They were supposed to get married! She couldn't leave him now! She just couldn't! He felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly in a vice as his breathing got heavier. He could hear Cragen and Munch and Fin calling him, shaking him lightly and laying their hands on his back, but just barely. His blood was rushing in his ears and he saw red. He would kill whoever put his love in this position.

"I'll leave you all to take all of this in. Take all the time you need in here," the doctor said before leaving. Once he was gone, Elliot unleashed his rage. He stood up and started ranting and raving.

"NO! IT'S NOT TRUE! IT'S NOT!" he shouted and looked for something to throw. Finding nothing, he finally resorted to slamming his fist into the wall.

"Elliot, stop! This isn't going to help Olivia! Calm down!" Cragen shouted and motioned for Munch and Fin to help grab him.

He felt pain shooting up his arm and heard the fragile bones of his hand shatter, but he welcomed the pain. Elliot felt the three men that he thought of as his family restraining him and, finally spent, fell as his knees gave out. They caught him, though, and dragged him to the couch. His breath came in loud gasps and he felt dizzy. Cragen sat down next to him and looked at him sadly. Elliot stare at him in a daze as he spoke.

"Elliot, just relax. Getting upset never helped anyone and it won't now. Olivia will pull through this and we're going to help her, okay?" Cragen told him softly and laid a hand on his shoulder, gently massaging it. The floodgates finally came down and tears poured down Elliot's cheeks as deep, harsh sobs wracked his body. He fell into his captain's arms and buried his face in his shoulder, clutching the fabric of his shirt tightly in his uninjured hand while cradling the broken one to his chest.

Cragen, not wanting Munch and Fin to see Elliot like this, motioned for them to go check on Olivia. They nodded and rubbed Elliot's back as they walked out. The older man kept his arms wrapped tightly around the young man, who now seemed like a little boy to him, and placed a hand on his head, gently stroking his hair and rocking him from side to side. Normally he wasn't one to do this, but he knew Elliot needed him now.

"Shh, it's okay, El. She'll be all right. Don't worry. I know she will." It was about thirty minutes until Elliot finally stopped crying and fell asleep against Cragen, though he would never admit to this.

"It took us hours to get him to leave. Cap finally just dragged him out to his car and drove him home. You've got quite a man there, Liv. Whoop him up good," John said. He just sat there in silence for a while, until his felt the slightly chilled hand in his squeeze and he sat up in the chair quickly, leaning over and running his other hand through Olivia's now clean hair. "Liv? Olivia? Can you hear me? Squeeze once if you can." He got a squeeze. "Oh, thank God. Come on, Liv. Open your eyes for me, beautiful. You can do it."

Though it was a struggle, she managed to open her eyes and smiled weakly at him. John sighed in relief and smiled back. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it, stroking it lightly before gently running a hand down her cheek.

"Welcome back, Beautiful. We've all been worried about you," John told her.

"Sor-" Olivia tried, but started coughing. John frowned and reached for the cup of ice chips on the bedside table. He got one on the spoon and lifted it to her mouth. She took it gratefully and sucked on it. "Thanks."

"No problem, Sweetie. How are you feeling?"

"Like crap on a rat." John laughed hysterically at this.

"New one, huh?"

"Yup." She opened her mouth for another ice chip and he gave her one.

"Well, Ms. Benson, you're awake! Let me just check you over and I'll see when you can leave," the nurse said and she quickly checked all her vitals and all the machines. She gave the report to the doctor and came back quickly. "Good news! You can leave tomorrow if you wish. We just want to keep you here over night to see how you do."

"Excuse me, could you call Captain Cragen at the Special Victims Unit and tell him that she's awake?" Munch asked.

"Of course. Congratulations, Ms. Benson!" she said and hurried to call him. John turned back to Olivia and leaned over to kiss the top of her head and embrace her gently and tears fell from his eyes.

"Glad you're back, Beautiful," he whispered.

All of this happened about two weeks ago. Elliot went into another fit of rage when they found out that she'd been raped. When Olivia remembered all of what happened, she avoided everyone at all costs. She never came down from the Crib, as she was afraid to go home to where she was abducted, and they had to resort to having Alex bring food up to her and take her to the bathroom to help her bathe, use the toilet, and all the other hygienic matters she had to attend to. One night, though, Munch heard Olivia crying out and ran up to the crib to see her thrashing around and trying to fight off some unknown demon in her dreams. He ran over to her and put his hands on her shoulders, trying to stop her from moving so she wouldn't hurt herself.

"Olivia! Wake up! It's just a dream! It's not real! Wake up, Sweetie!" Munch exclaimed and, when that didn't work, brought her up to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, completely restraining her. Her eyes flew open and she screamed at being restrained, struggling even more. "Liv, stop. It's me. John. I won't hurt you."

He pulled away just enough to be able to look into her eyes. He nearly gasped at the pain and fear he saw, but kept it together for Olivia.

"Olivia, calm down. I won't ever hurt you. Ever. Stop. It's okay. Shh," John told her gently and sighed in relief when realization came into her eyes.

"John?" she rasped.

"I'm here," he replied.

"Oh, John, it as so horrible! I saw him. . ."

"What, Beautiful? What did you see?"

"I saw him raping me! Over and over again! He wouldn't stop! I said 'no', John! I SAID NO!" Olivia cried into his chest and sobbed as she was rocked back and forth.

"Shh, I know, I know. It's okay now. You're safe. He can't touch you again. We'll protect you." They stayed this way for Lord-knows-how-long and John made to turn around and lean against the wall so he could hold her and they could sleep, but Olivia thought he was getting up and clutched him tighter.

"Don't leave me, please," she whimpered. Tears welled up in her eyes again and John ran his hand through her hair soothingly.

"Shh, I'm not leaving. I'm right here, Beautiful. I'm just gonna turn us around to get more comfortable." He leaned against the wall and smiled as Olivia laid her head on his chest and curled up next to him like a child. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, but she didn't close her eyes. John saw the fear in them and decided to say something.

"What's wrong, Beautiful?"

"I-I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"The dreams."

"Oh, Honey, you don't have to be scared of them. They aren't real. Just tell yourself that. I'll be right here to wake you up if you have any, okay?" Olivia stared into his eyes as if searching to see if he was telling the truth and finally smiled and nodded.

"Okay. 'Night, John."

"Goodnight, Beautiful."

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