Hello everyone. I have finally gotten back the inspiration to end this story! Thanks for everyone who sent messages lighting a fire under my ass. I think I am going to try my hand at Without a Trace fan fiction, so for those of you who are fans of that show, look for some upcoming stories from me.

You're Beautiful by

James Blunt

My life is brilliant.

My love is pure.

I saw an angel.

Of that I'm sure.

She smiled at me on the subway.

She was with another man.

But I won't lose no sleep on that,

'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,

And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,

As we walked on by.

She could see from my face that I was,

Fucking high,

And I don't think that I'll see her again,

But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,

And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face,

When she thought up that I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,

I will never be with you.


She never knew a day like this.

Olivia walked slowly across the grounds, her eyes sweeping the sky above. Each step brought an exuberant feel to her bones, almost as if she had awakened from a long period of hibernation. Or death.

Today marked liberation day for Olivia, as she was finally released from hell. The jury found her not guilty in the death of Byron Stabler, hence vacating the Murder One charges against her. When the verdict was read, Olivia stood in shock as her mother and Simone enveloped her into a strong embrace peppered with their cries of delight and relief.

As she took each step closer to the main gate where her mother would be waiting for her, Olivia couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that hampered her inner celebration. She had gotten away with murder and there was no escaping that. Even armed with that knowledge, Olivia knew she would not have survived much longer in prison. Thoughts of suicide had permeated her thoughts during those dark months, and she knew if she were found guilty that she would have certainly gone through with it.

Passing through the main guard gate, Olivia smiled her first real smile in more than a year. She eagerly searched the area for signs of her mother but instead stopped cold. Her mother was nowhere in sight.

In her place was Elliot Stabler.

Leaning against a rental car, Elliot's first sight of Olivia brought an immense feeling of love and joy to his heart. She was impossibly thin and the lines were etched clearly in her face, but it was Olivia. His Olivia.

Olivia approached him slowly until she was standing directly in front of him, not yet trusting herself to speak.

"Hello, Olivia," he said softly.

"I…wh…where is my mother?" she croaked.

Elliot smiled. "I bribed her into letting me do the honors."

Olivia crossed her arms in front of her, hugging herself tightly. She knew she owed her life to Elliot. After manipulating the DA's office into giving him immunity, he confessed to the murder on the stand, thus guaranteeing reasonable doubt in Olivia's defense. It was brilliant and risky at the same time. And it worked.

"Thank you, Elliot," she said simply.

He searched her eyes. There was so much he needed to say to her, so much that he needed to know. "I tried my best to look the other way, to just forget about you," he said ruefully. "But your mother…she asked me how much better my family's life was after Byron was gone and I just knew…she was right. I owed it to you Olivia. I owed my family's life to you."

She nodded, when a thought popped up. "Why wasn't your mother at the trial Elliot?"

"When my family moved out of Lewiston, she closed that chapter of her life," he answered readily. "She remarried and moved to Chicago where she and Tonya still reside. Who killed her husband so many years ago is of no interest to her and never really has been."

Olivia knew that for a fact, remembering the weeks following Byron's murder. She asked another question. "Why are you here Elliot?"

"Why did you agree to marry me and then abandoned me?" he shot back, not missing a beat.

Olivia searched his eyes, pondering how much she should reveal. Quickly she decided to just tell him the truth. So much of her life had been lost in lies, it was time to forge a pathway of honesty.

"Your mother was there with us that night at your house and she heard everything," she revealed. Ignoring the look of shock on Elliot's face she trudged on. "She heard everything Elliot, everything that we were going to do. She heard us finalizing our plans and came to see me about a month afterward -"

"That's impossible," Elliot interrupted harshly. "Impossible. She would have stopped us, said something, called the police…" His voice died away as Olivia firmly shook her head.

"She was the third accomplice," she said softly. "She willing stood by and let us murder her husband when she had ample opportunity to stop it. The thought had escaped me at the time, but your mother made the conscious decision to kill a man just as we had."

"She came to my house and asked mom and I to leave town, to help her family save face and to help her cope with Byron and my mom's indiscretions and to…to help you heal," she continued. "She gave us $15,000 to ship out by the end of the week. If we disagreed, she threatened to turn you and I both in to the authorities."

Speechless, Elliot stared dumbly at Olivia. His mother…all these years knowing he was a monster? Helping to turn away the only woman he ever loved? No wonder she closed that chapter of her life so easily because she was just as guilty. The hurt and betrayal were overwhelming.

"Elliot, I didn't know what else to do," Olivia said breathlessly, grabbing both of his arms tightly. "I couldn't let us go to prison! I couldn't, not when all of this was my fault. I should have never gotten you involved. And she was right…the guilt was killing you slowly and I was a constant reminder of what you did!"

"I asked you to marry me," he whispered, tears spilling from his eyes. "You said yes…why did you say yes?"

"Because I wanted to, more than anything I wanted to," she said, her own eyes brimming with moisture. "I thought…she may take you away from me, she may force me from the town, but she could never, ever take that away from me. I am sorry Elliot, so sorry for hurting you. But I had to hurt you to save you and I hope that you can see that and be able to finally forgive me."

Elliot nodded slowly, finally understanding. The now 17-year-old mystery was finally solved. "Now what?" he whispered. "What does this mean for us?"


Elliot shook his head desperately. "I can leave my wife and we can go away, just like we said we would do-"

"No," she said firmly.

"I am in love with you, I have always been in love with you."

"It's over," she said with finality. "I know now that it was never meant for us and it never will be. I will always love you and hold a special place in my heart for the man that saved my life. But memories are all that we will ever have. Go back to the family who needs you and loves you."

"Olivia…" he said painfully, cupping her face. She pushed away gently, smiling up at her angel. A sound in front of her caught her attention as she saw the bus that transported newly released prisoners to the city center. She stepped on her toes and gave Elliot one last passionate kiss.

"I love you, be good to yourself. You deserve it. Goodbye, my sweet Elliot." She skipped quickly to the bus and hopped on. She gave one final beautiful smile before disappearing behind the doors. Elliot watched silently as the bus drove away and out of sight.

"Goodbye my sweet Olivia."