Two weeks later…

Elliott walked into the squad room like he did every other morning. Only this morning, something was different. Olivia's desk was empty. "What's going on here," he asked Munch and Fin.

"I dunno. Desk was empty when I got in," Fin said.

"Cap'n, where's Liv's stuff? Did I piss her off again and she run off to play with the computer geeks again?"

"No, you didn't. And no, she didn't."

"Then what gives? Where's she at, Cap?"

"I'm sorry, I can't say," Cragen said as he disappeared behind his now shut office door.

Elliott picked up the phone and dialed Liv's number. It was disconnected. What the hell is going on? She's been so depressed for the last two weeks over this shit with Alex. And now, her desk is empty, her phone is disconnected and Cragen is saying shit. I wonder if Alex knows what is going on.

He would soon get his answer as the ADA appeared around a corner.

"Detective, I need to speak to your par…Why is Olivia's desk empty? I've been trying to call for several days. Her home phone is disconnected and her cell says her voice mail is full. I call here and I'm told she no longer works here. What the fuck is going on?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing, Counselor. I've worked with her for seven years and I come in and suddenly she's gone? Without a word? I think we both know who is to blame for this," he shot back at her.

"You have no right to speak to me that way," she stepped closer to Elliott than she'd ever been and put a finger in his face. "What happened between me and Olivia is none of your fucking business, Stabler. I'm the Ice Queen, remember? That was your little nickname for me, right? Well, I didn't have room for Olivia in my life. I have aspirations, goals, political inclinations and.."

"Having a cop for a girlfriend didn't fit in with all of that? Just tell me counselor, was it the cop part of the girlfriend part that finally made you realize that you didn't have room for Olivia in your life?" he interrupted her.

Alex's flattened palm connected squarely with Elliott's face. "Whoa, Alex. Don't get hittin' an officer—even if it is Elliott," Fin warned her.

"Counselor, in my office. NOW!" Cragen said.

As if her emotional outburst had never occurred, Alex grabbed her bag and strode confidently into Cragen's office. "What can I do for you today, Captain?" she asked him.

"It's not what you can do for me. It's what I can do for you. Olivia left this for you," he handed her a box as he said this.

"She's not coming back, is she?" Alex asked with the voice of a small child.

Cragen shook his head in response and sat behind his desk. "I think you should probably take that box and get out of here. I'm sure you want to go through it, and I don't think my guys can deal with having you around right now. They're going to be blaming you sooner or later."

She acknowledged him with a slight nod of her head and left the office. On her way out of the precinct, she called her office and told her secretary to cancel her appointments for the day that she didn't feel well and was headed home for the afternoon.

Once safely inside her apartment, Alex sat on the couch that she had spent so many evenings cuddled with Liv on and opened the box. The contents inside were simple and to anyone else, the meaning would be insignificant. Alex began to cry as she lifted each object out. They were the things that Liv had pointed out in her room only a few weeks before. The black velvet box, ticket stubs, a leaf, cards and notes, pictures of Alex alone, and pictures of the two of them together. The key to Alex's apartment was tucked inside the box. CDs, books, a pair of Alex's glasses—anything that would have remotely reminded Liv of Alex was tucked inside that box. As Alex was placing the items back in the box, she noticed an envelope was taped to the inside of the lid of the box. She pulled it loose and read it.

Alexandra,

I want you to know that I'll never regret any of the time I spent with you. I don't believe I truly began to live until you became a part of my life. I can't face the reality of living in the same city as you, much less working with you on a daily basis and knowing that I can never have you quite the way I want you. The box I left for you contains the tokens I've collected of our relationship. I can't erase the memories, but I can get rid of the reminders. I hope that one day, you'll find the peace you're looking for and deserve. I had so hoped that you would find that in me, but I understand.

Best wishes,


Olivia

Suddenly it hit Alex. Liv was really gone. Alexandra Cabot, the Ice Queen, had played with fire and had been severely burned.