SOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's the sequel you've all been waiting for. I know the last chapter in Two Loves, One Loss was well…can I say unexpected or is that too much of an understatement? Well to all your hearts at rest this won't end badly…depending on how you all look at it. So here's chapter one. Kind of sad, but necessary. Thanks to all.

Stabler Residence

Manhattan, NY

September 21st

Elliot sat in the middle of his couch staring off into space. He drained what was left of his third beer and began on the fourth. He stared at the walls that were still filled with pictures of her. Pictures of them as a family. Once again the rage grew and then dissipated into the hollow pit of his stomach, leaving him numb once again. That was all he was now. Numb. Work didn't matter, he didn't matter any more. The only thing that mattered to him now was his kids, but every other weekend wasn't doing the trick anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was her, but she was gone now.

He had gone along with everything the detectives had planned for her disappearance. Whatever it took to get her out of his life for good, and he hated himself every step of the way for going along with it. For helping her leave him. Now he was left with empty silhouettes, fragments of what was once his family. His son's room remained the same. His building blocks left in the exact same place he had left them. Elliot refused to move them, because moving them would mean he was never coming back, and the thought of that still broke his heart.

He glanced quickly at her wedding photo. One of her in her beautiful silk wedding dress. The one thing he had moved. Maybe for a change in scenery maybe to jab the knife in a little deeper. Her smile was bright. Her eyes were filled with love for him, filled with hope for their future. He had to laugh at that, because now their future was gone. It died when she took their son and walked out the door.

He thought about her. He thought about her all the time. He wondered what her name was. What she looked like now. If she was happy with him. He took the photo and threw it as hard as he could against the beige colored wall. Glass shattered and fell to the floor. He walked over and gently picked up the photo. "How could you do this?!?!" he raged at the photo, and a single tear flowed down his face. He couldn't understand. He just couldn't understand what he had done to make her pick up and leave. Then he remembered the phone call.


No answer.


No answer.

"Look if this is some fucking trick. Who the hell is on the other side of the phone?"

And then he heard it. A soft whimper.

"Liv? Liv baby, is that you? Speak to me. Let me hear your voice. Tell me where you are please?"

A sob.

"Liv I know it's you, just tell me. Tell me and I'll fix everything. I still love you baby tell me. Tell me where you are."

And ever so softly he heard her words mixed with her tears. "I can't."

He smiled when he heard it was her. "Yes sweetie you can. Just tell me. Tell me where you are."

"I love you."

"I love you too honey. Look I'll come for you guys. I'll come for you right now just tell me where you are."


"Liv. Liv, baby. Are you there? Liv?"

He knew she was gone, but continued to ask until the operator came on the phone. That was the last time he spoke to her, and it was after that that his love and devotion turned to hate. He no longer wanted to see her- he just want her out of his life completely forever, but in the deepest, darkest place in his heart he still loved her and he hated himself for that. He hated himself for ever loving her, because when he loved her he gave her his heart, and when she left, she took it with her.

Thanks to all for reading. To those who still have faith in me. Thank You. To those who don't…I'll accept you with loving arms when you return. Thank You all. More to come soon!!!!!! 