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aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide · 1 year

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A/N: I know it's been a long time, and some of you decided that Evocations was over for you before we rounded the final curve ... but I am still determined to finish it, bc Cabenson deserves it. This story means something to me, even though Cabenson isn't canonically endgame. So, here's the next piece. There's not too much left to cover past this, so hopefully I can do the rest of it justice, too.

Rating: 14+

Spoilers: Scorched Earth, Lost Reputation, Above Suspicion

Trigger/content warnings: references to Domestic Abuse/Violence (M/F), alcohol, Domestic Homicide including graphic description of a crime scene, nausea and vomiting

Evocations: XXV

They say you can never start over the way it was, but for just a little while, they beat the odds. Somehow, it was 2002 again, with Alex in Olivia's bed at the end of the day, it was joints shared on the roof in each others' arms, talking about their years spent apart. There were no rough edges, no fighting. Just fucking, laughter, good food, and solid sleep.

When the world once again shifted beneath Olivia's feet, for the first time it was not Alexandra who left her.

Elliot disappears as though twelve years together evaporated into the aether. No words, no phone call, not a post-it note or a 'kiss my ass' to dream on. At the end of the day that she finds out from Cragen, she walks into her apartment to find Alex making dinner.

"Elliot quit," she tells the blonde, hands fisting her hips in an attempt to push the tremble in her voice down her arms and back into her body.

Alexandra stopped dicing just shy of severing a fingertip in surprise. Biting her lip in dismay at the emotion on Liv's face, she wiped her hands and came around to the brunette, enveloping her in a hard hug, which lasted a long time.

Alex tried what she could to dispel the dark cloud that Stabler's ghost wrapped around Liv; she pulled out every trick she knew from all their stuttered years, making time for wine nights, for trying new restaurants, for black & white film festivals. They were still happy together, but the blonde knew that something inside Olivia was broken, something that all the quality time in the world was never going to fix.

Not everyone's heart is made whole by the love of just one soulmate. Part of the identity Liv had carved out of herself was made to fit into Elliot Stabler, and his absence took up as much space as his presence ever had.

Stabler had been Liv's anchor, and now Alex knew that Olivia was adrift at sea.

Throughout 2012, ADA coverage was a three-way split for SVU between Cabot, Novak and Cutter. When one of them was handling a sex crimes case, the others were handed cases in other departments. Late that year, Alex got a call telling her to meet a client at the hospital.

A pack of bustling ER nurses parted to reveal a battered middle-aged woman who looked like she had lost a battle with the not-so-jolly Green Giant. For a moment, from a distance, she looked so much like Olivia that Alexandra's heart jumped.

"Hi," she says quietly when she gets within speaking distance. "I'm ADA Alex Cabot. What's your name?"

The scared brunette looked at Alex, but the gaze was hollow. "Betty," she answers through swollen lips, "Betty Bluestone."

When Alexandra gets home that night, she is poised to start telling Liv about Betty's DV case. But the apartment is dark and silent. A ripple of discontent passes through the blonde for the first time since she returned, and she is immediately uneasy. She doesn't call, or text - opts, instead, to open a bottle of wine and order in something to eat.

Hours later, Olivia finds her swaddled in the heavy throw blanket, asleep in front of some flickering old movie. There is unfinished wine and cold Chinese on the coffee table. The brunette shakes the ADA awake, unaware of all the words that come rushing up out of the sleepy blonde's mind about the beaten woman who looks like her.

Before Alex can form any of them, Liv tells her, "Cragen's been accused of murder."

They fight with each other, but only in their heads. Olivia dives into saving Cragen, which Alex understands, as Cragen is really the only father Liv has ever known. Alex doesn't budge from the Bluestone case, which Olivia won't forgive.

It makes the Autumn longer, and colder. They don't have much time for just each other - they are ships in the night, passing like ghosts, hulking and silent. Over the weeks, Betty becomes the surrogate for Alex's protection and concern: she checks in constantly, arranges shelter, makes sure there is no contact with Mitch, and preps Betty for court until both their voices crack.

Liv goes to war for Cragen; her years at SVU, and Elliott's abandonment both tangled up in her battle plans. She learns the hard lesson that parental figures are never faultless. She refuses to lose another part of what has made SVU her home.

In the end, both battles are lost.

"Mitch, no. Leave her alone, let's just go home."

Alex is numb with the cold on the stone steps of the courthouse. Her ears lift at the sound of Betty's plaintive voice.

"I should give that bitch a piece of my mind," Mitch Bluestone rumbles back to his wife.

"I just want to go home. I've missed you."

Alexandra's stomach knots at the words that come out of Betty's mouth. She turns just enough to watch the couple continue down the steps in perfect sync, waiting to see if Mitch will throw a snarl back over his shoulder.

Their day in court had been a disaster. Between Mitch's intimidation from the defense table, and his lawyer tearing Betty apart, it had all gone to hell. It had taken an act of divine intervention to keep Cabot from screaming when Betty had apologized meekly after telling the ADA that she and Mitch were going to "try one more time."

She stood in the cold for long minutes after the Bluestones had disappeared from sight, wishing for a joint, wishing for Liv's calm pragmatism, for anything but the emptiness that the defeat had punched into her. Even if she goes home, she knows she won't find relief, because Cragen is still in lockup. Olivia has slept and showered mostly in the cribs at the precinct for weeks, sending errant text messages when she had an extra three seconds in a minute.

So Alex goes to a bar instead, tossing back martinis that make up the largest portion of her meals for the day. By the time a woman makes eyes at her from across the bar, the blonde is four drinks deep, but allows the woman to buy her one more anyway. She stands up to leave when it's empty, and isn't sure if it's the world that's spinning her on her feet, or the Wheel of Fortune.

Perhaps both.

Alex wakes in bed in the apartment, with Olivia shaking her insistently. The dull ache of a hangover is a weight at the blonde's temples as she wonders when her lover got home, and if it means Cragen's charges are dropped.

"Lex," the brunette mumbles again, "Alex. Your phone's ringing."

She reaches to the bedside table, doesn't recognize the number, puts it haphazardly to her ear anyway. "Cabot," she muffles out.

"ADA Alexandra Cabot?" The voice on the line is far too awake for the hour, and Alexandra winces.

"Yes."

"We found your card in the effects at our crime scene. Is a Mrs. Elizabeth Bluestone your client?"

Her blue eyes snap open wide as she sits up in the bed. Olivia is already back to sleep and breathing softly. "Yes. Did she ask for me?"

There is an apologetic pause on the line, then: "Uh, no ma'am. She's dead."

Mitch is arrested and long gone from the scene by the time Alexandra arrives. The one cop car that remains outside has lights but no siren, the blue light illuminating the windows in staggered flashes. The darkened house full of shadows hulked on the lawn in the eerie quiet that follows chaos.

Unlike Olivia, who could flash a badge and push her way in to nearly anywhere, ADA credentials didn't grant Alex much entry. She waited uneasily for someone to fetch the cop in charge so she could get inside, and a younger guy, the one that had called her she presumed, came out to meet her.

"Neighbor called in a Domestic Disturbance," he explained quietly as he lead her into the house, "which escalated to Shots Fired before we even arrived. The husband went quietly enough, but the woman was DOA. We found your card in the pocket of her jeans."

At the end of the hall they turned into the bedroom, and Alex was hit immediately by the tell-tale scents of domestic violence that has reached its climax: sweat, gun powder, and the copper-metal tang of spilled blood. Her stomach lurched, already disquieted by her hangover.

Off the master bedroom there was an ensuite. The light inside it was on, the coroner and a CSI stood near the doorway, trading quiet murmurs between them.

"I don't imagine this was their first fight," the young cop said.

"No," Alex confirmed, her heart racing at the idea of looking inside the bathroom. She took another couple steps forward, then halted again. "Did he say anything?" she asked, "The husband?"

The police officer cleared his throat. The coroner, the CSI, both turned their heads to look at him. "He said . . . he said he wished he'd've had more bullets. Ma'am." He took a breath to tell the tall blonde ADA that she didn't have to go in there, but it was too late - she had closed the distance between herself and the doorway.

Alex swayed on her feet for just a second. Her nostrils flared, heart racing as her pupils dilated with the shock of fight or flight. Blood coated the bathroom tile, parts of the walls, and flecked the porcelain of the fixtures. Betty had dropped where she stood, a freeze-frame of her last moment, eyes wide open and a hole bulls-eyed into her forehead. The blood pooled around her head that had soaked into her dark hair was scattered with bits of brain and scalp and splinters of skull bone.

Mitch had said "I should give that bitch a piece of my mind," earlier that day, but instead had gone home and painted the ensuite with pieces of Betty's.

But the worst part were her eyes.

Not that they were open. Not even that they were dull with the finality of it all.

No, the worst of it was that instead of looking surprised by the turn of events the night had taken, Betty looked as meek and as cautious as she'd looked when apologizing to Alex after court. There was no righteous indignation, no pleading or regret.

Betty Bluestone looked for all the world as if she had been expecting it.

Betty Bluestone looked relieved.

Alexandra didn't see the long pale grey hallway wall, or recall ducking the crime scene tape as she rushed past the cop watching the front door. The next thing her eyes fixed on was the Bluestones' lawn as she threw up whatever was left of her drinks from earlier that evening. Normally, the ADA would be ashamed of such a rookie move, but Alex was past it that night. She was past all of it, perhaps for the first time in her whole life.

As the cold night air seeped into her skin, she thought of all her years at SVU. She thought of her years on the run - from Wisconsin to other made up lives, of all the people and love lost along the way. Then of Africa, of how anything she did there had been little more than a drip in a giant bucket of war and violence that never ended. Alex thought of Holland, of Knopf the cat, of Sky High, of the children she was probably keeping Olivia from having. There was all that loss, all those endings, all the change and activism that she had wanted to achieve.

And there was Betty, getting cold on the bloody bathroom tile.

It wouldn't do.

Not anymore.

The clean white light from above the stove is the only illumination in the apartment when Olivia gets home the night of the day of Betty Bluestone's death. Cragen is still in lock up. Cassidy had been shot. Her entire world was upside down, and all she wanted was to crawl into Alex's arms and find sleep that wasn't tainted with the impotence of all her efforts.

On the counter across from the semicircle of light was a little dark object that Liv didn't recognize. She stumbled through taking off her shoes as she got closer. Slowly, a faint smile crossed her features as she held the item up into the light, turning it.

It was a set of Nesting dolls, but instead of the traditional Russian doll style, they were painted to look like a female cop in uniform. Liv twisted the doll open to get to the next one, closing the largest and setting it aside. She repeated with the second doll.

The third doll was not a cop.

Liv frowned. The third wooden doll was a likeness of Alex: blonde, court-ready in a formal skirt and jacket combo, her reading glasses on. Then the fourth and fifth dolls went back to cops in uniform. Lastly, even stranger, the tiniest of the dolls was painted as a baby. It was just a tiny, indistinguishable face, swaddled in a white blanket. Olivia used a fingernail to part the seam in the wood and popped it open.

Inside of it was a ring.

Alex's ring.

Olivia had bought it for her for the first birthday they'd spent together after Alexandra's return. It complimented the diamond and rose gold one that the blonde had bought all those years ago.

The finality of it gripped Liv slowly, a tingling numbness that started in her toes and filled her all the way up. It felt familiar, and somehow different all at once.

The Matryoshka doll was Alex's goodbye letter.

Olivia was finally, truly, alone.

TBC

#law and order svu #svu #olivia benson #alex cabot #alexandra cabot #cabenson #evocations #hearteyes4mariska #my writing #wlw ship #f/f ship #nbc svu #captain don cragen #brian cassidy #matryoshka #nesting dolls

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mikelogan · 1 year

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I can walk, I can talk, I can... All the important things.

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specialvalentinesunit · 5 months

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#svu #incorrect quotes #law and order svu #incorrect svu #shitpost #don cragen #captain cragen

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barrygeuse · 2 years

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having svu on in the background sometimes feels like i am falling asleep or doing my own thing but i am in good company. olivia and elliot laugh quietly together just outside my door. john talks to someone on the phone by the foot of my bed, keeping his voice soft. i can hear the clicking of capt. cragen’s keyboard while he works in the front room. it is lovely

#i am so gentle and tired #and their voices take care of me so sweetly #svu #law and order: special victims unit #law and order svu #john munch #don cragen #captain cragen #elliot stabler #olivia benson #svu barry

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mikeloganappreciation · 2 years

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Detective Michael ‘Mike’ Logan with Sergeant Phil Cerreta & Captain Don Cragen Law & Order (Season 2, Episode 13)

#Law and Order #smallscreensource #userthing #mediagifs #tvfilmsource #dailyprocedurals #dailytvsource #tvarchive #Chris Noth #as Mike Logan #l&o2 #mygifs

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orionares · 2 years

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BTHB: Near-Death Experience

BTHB: Near Death Experience

Law and Order: SVU & Organized Crime

@badthingshappenbingo

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That was close. Too close.

Sergeant Fin Tutuola watches the two ambulances turn left and out of view. He's still out of breath even ten minutes after leading an assault team up the quiet neighborhood street towards the six gunmen dumping bullets into a townhouse.

So damn close.

Fin hears Amanda Rollins walk over to his side and lean against the police car as he does. Her cheeks are red from the cold May air and likely from the same wave of anxiety he's feeling.

"Ayanna is going to meet Liv and Stabler at Mercy," Amanda says. "If we had been a second off-"

"Cruz and his men would have walked in the door and shot them both point blank," Fin states with a heavy sigh. The realization that Olivia and Elliot’s trip to search a townhouse for a missing child carries so many implications that need to be said aloud.

How two twenty plus year cops held off six gunmen for eleven minutes, even after both taking a shot, the Captain in the forearm and the detective in the thigh.

How the late arrival of Cruz, a competitor of their suspect, Kanto, and the former's demonstration of new players in the world of trafficking.

And forefront in his mind is the look.

He's been privy to the infamous looks between Stabler and Benson, the longing looks across the bullpen and silent conversations. However, the looks shared after Fin had found them, arms wrapped around each other as their foreheads are pressed against each other shows something has changed.

Something happened in the eleven minutes, Fin's sure of it.

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Don Cragen deserves an award.

Ayanaa Bell makes a note to give the retired captain a phone call as she watches her detective fidget in the hospital. The gunshot in his thigh is a flesh wound that requires an overnight stay and bedrest. He's also nursing a mild concussion and cuts from a splintered wound that she's sure he doesn't even notice.

Elliot's fidgety as he's separate from Olivia.

Fidgety is actually an understatement- Elliot grips the hospital bed rail with such a white knuckle grip that Ayanna has to wonder if her stubborn detective will try and vault over the edge of the bed with a bullet hole in his leg. Not to mention, his blue eyes flickering the nurse checking vitals and the doorframe with a calculating look.

Ayanna leans her head far enough to the right to try and get into his line of sight. I frigging dare you, she tries to message through a harsh glare. If you so much as say the word leave-

"Sir, I need you to settle," the nurse, Aliana, pleads, "I can't have you reinjuring-"

Elliot's eyes flicker over to Ayanna and widen with hope. "I need to see Liv, Sarg," He licks his lips and drops his shoulders. "Please. I-we- I need to know if she's ok."

Ayanna approaches the right side of the bed and rests a hand on his shoulder. He's vibrating with nervous energy even under her touch. "Stabler, your partner is down the hall asking the same questions. Breathe."

He starts fiddling with his fingers again. Within months of the pair reuniting, Ayanna had readied herself for the aftermath of the impending conversations between the pair about the ten year gap- she had pictured the days of Elliot, somber and guilt-ridden, staggering into work or him stomping into work, ready to shoot something.

But this, this deep need for him to see her is something she hasn't prepared for.

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Bernadette Stabler sits alone in the kitchen, musing over her son's shooting.

She's in a pensive mood, shifting between reflecting on the quiet in the apartment and the possibilities occurring behind her son's closed door. Elliot had arrived home, surprisingly accompanied by Olivia after the pair's hospital stay the day before.

A knock on the door draws Bernie from her tea. With a chuckle under her breath, Bernie walks from the kitchen and to the front door. She finds one of Olivia’s detectives, a blonde haired woman with two adorable kids, waiting on the other side of the door.

"Sorry, sorry," the woman greets. "I'm Detective Rollins. I work with Captain Benson and wanted to check in but my girls-"

"Like pancakes, I hope," Bernie finishes with a hopeful eyebrow raise. Both girls squeal in excitement and take off towards the kitchen. Detective Rollins sighs and asks,"How are they doing?"

"Considering no one has told me what happened, I can't say. But-" Bernie leads Rollins towards the kitchen where they find both girls chattering happily at the island. "I'm an old woman. What do I know?"

Rollins hands her cellphone to the older of the two girls and states, "Go watch YouTube with your sister."

As the girls run towards the couch, Rollins' expression darkens and she drops her voice low enough to be out of the girls' earshot. "They went to a townhouse and got cornered by a group of men with guns. It was such a close call. Such a close call."

Bernie's eyes widen and she leans over the island to take another look at the door. "They look like hell," she gasps, "That was from a shootout?"

"Mrs. Stabler-"

"Bernie. Call me Bernie," the older woman redirects without a thought.

Rollins nods. "Bernie , I don't know what your son wants you to know specifically but know that it was a close call. A very close call."

Her son wouldn't tell her a thing.

Bernie blinks away the tears forming in her eyes. Risking one's life is a given when a family member is a member of law enforcement and the ten years of him away had given some break away the danger.

"Bernie?"

"Let's check on them, shall we?" Bernie says. She crosses the hall with an anxious Rollins on her heels until they reach Elliot’s door. Bernie opens the door slowly and finds Elliot and Olivia asleep on his bed. Her heart warms at the peacefulness between the two. She's spent months during her own sleepless nights, watching Elliot toss and turn at nightmares.

"Something happened between them in the time they called for help and when we were able to rescue them," Rollins says softly. "I don't know what it is but they're different, somehow."

Bernie notices Olivia’s hand on her son's chest. Different indeed.

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The line in the sand is gone.

Olivia Benson runs her finger over the gold cross necklace that hangs from her partner's neck. Her head rests on his chest as she lies slightly awkward with her right arm propped in a cast. Elliot is still asleep, giving her a chance to just breathe.

We almost died today.

The pair, once partners, have a list of near death experiences in their twelve year partnership that could fill books.

And with the decade apart?

She remembers those nights back then of limping into her apartment with the ringing of bullets still replaying in her head.

Or the touches of his hand on her back as they would look each other in the eye in utter disbelief after a shoot out.

We could have died and he would never know how I feel about him, would replay in her mind as she'd drink a glass of wine alone.

Olivia lifts her head off of Elliot’s chest and takes in the silence of his bedroom. The wave of we should have died messes with her head once more, making her doubt only for a few seconds off the reality.

She returns her gaze back to him and lifts her hand to brush a finger against the bandage against his cheek, which causes him to stir.

His blue eyes shine at the sight of her. "Hey."

"Hi," Olivia replies softly. She's terrified and yet calm at the intimacy of being curled against Elliot. The line in the sand had been crossed back in the warehouse when-

"You kissed me," Elliot says softly. She can see the worry and the self doubt in his blue eyes- please tell me this wasn't because we were going to die.

"I did," Olivia replies. She lays her head against his chest again. "I did because even when we were both seconds from being killed, I couldn't say what I wanted to say."

"Liv-"

"I love you," Her breath hitches as the words settle between them. She can feel his breathing hitch as well. "Elliot, I love you. And it's terrifying."

Elliot begins to play with her hair. "Liv, whatever you want to do or not do, I'm here. "

She closes her eyes and replays the near final moment in her mind.

"I'm out," Elliot gasps. He waits for a pause and sprints across the hallway to press his body against hers. She's also out.

Time's up.

Olivia looks up to Elliot wide eyed as the bullets pierce through the walls across the hall. Elliot nods shortly in a sudden understanding. "Liv, I love you."

She's speechless, hopeless and they are screwed lest a miracle.

So she kisses him.

Olivia reopens her eyes and says, "Be patient with me. It took so long for me to try and heal after you left. But the shooting showed that life is short and I don't want to wait."

Elliot chuckles softly,"I was going to say the same for me. I feel like damaged goods-"

"El-"

Elliot sighs at her protest, "It's true. I have had a lot of demons over the years that I don't want to ruin whatever we are."

"I have scars and demons too " Olivia raises her head again and kisses him again. The second kiss feels natural, terrifyingly easy to her. "But I've learned that healing can be done together. Can we heal together?"

"If you'll have me," Elliot replies and Olivia rolls her eyes and tucks her head in his chest. He laughs a hearty laugh that warms her heart. "And will ignore whatever the hell just came out of my mouth."

"I guess." She looks up to him again and whispers, "We almost died today."

He nods slightly and lets his body settle. "Yes , we did."

#olivia benson #law and order svu #elliot stabler #law and order oc #bensler #bad things bingo #bad things happen bingo #near death condition

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minnesota-multiphasic · 7 months

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Captain Don Cragen, my beloved 💙

#i get weird about this man #i'll apologize in advance #but i'll never apologize for loving Captain Cragen #tortellini #captain cragen #collage #law and order svu

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cherryblossoms79 · 11 months

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Law and Order SVU Fanfic (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/328640224-law-and-order-svu-fanfic?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=CherryBlossoms79&wp_originator=g2sDwcoise6mRWAwtidy2gLe%2B3WBKJh5M4Yr0evtx3DvScdz9aXGidXg7vMuMT87JGTe4GQ%2FMaBma4DwfNMdZbzFJ290m%2B%2FNhuk%2BTtAR6UIDn54tfPthhBUsuJVfa%2B28 Elena Yang, 31, is a former homicide detective with the Baltimore Police Department. Six months ago, she relocated to Manhattan, New York. She was looking for work when she was contacted by the special victims unit. She received a call to report to the district and speak with Captain Don Cragen. Disclaimer: *I don't own Law and Order SVU or any of its character except my own. *This is just a fanfic *Rights to Dick Wolf Published: 1/22/23

#alex #benson #cassenovak #cobat #ect #elliot #fin #johnmunch #law #olivabenson #order #special #specialvictimsunit #stabler #svu #victims #books #wattpad #amwriting

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takeeachdayonebookatatime · 1 year

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Law and order svu fanfiction

Video killed the pedophile part 7

Fin: pov Liv finally goes back to sleep all throughout the night a nurse is waking her up. In the morning the nurse takes off her oxygen mask. Joe and Muncy arrive early before work to visit Liv and give her some flowers. Amanda and I talk about her keeping Noah until Liv is released. A nurse tells me McGrath is here so I go into the hallway for a few minutes. McGrath tells me he does not trust Amanda to run the squad room so he is taking over and I need to get back to work instead of sitting with the Captain all day. I tell him I'm her emergency contact/medical proxy so I can't leave, because if something happens to her I have to sign the forms and with her being a past trauma victim I have to give consent for certain things. We manage to work out a deal.

Liv: pov a nurse is bringing me and Fin breakfast.

Fin: pov our former Captain Donald Cragen is stopping by for an hour or 2 which is enough time for me to stop at the precinct and pick up some files, chief McGrath was kind of nasty to me this morning. Telling me I had to work while Liv is in the hospital.

Don: pov I can't believe Liv is in the hospital because of something Elliot did, he had to have known this would happen.

Liv: pov my head is pounding but it is nice to see dad. He says he saw Elliot recently, he wanted to know about his father. Dad says I understand Elliot did some stupid stuff that hurt you but you also have to remember he still cares about you and is trying to fixes the mistakes he made. It was nice to hear Dad talk about his life. Fin arrives back at the hospital with a box full of files and says McGrath is making me look at all of these cases.

Fin: pov Liv finally falls asleep 2 hours later she wakes up, a nurse comes in and checks her monitors and gives her some nausea meds, Liv is being given a form of tylenol regularly to help with her headache. She is also very dizzy and the room is spinning. Lunch for the both of us is more soup. I'm thankful it stays in her. It's now after lunch and Munch has arrived. I decided to take this time and talk with her Dr.

Liv: pov Munch asks me if me and Detective Stabler are sleeping together yet I say no we are still trying to figure out how to be friends after so long. Amanda had dropped off my phone in the morning, I texted Elliot, Munch wants to know if we are sleeping together. He replies with Lol.

Fin: pov me and her Dr are talking he says I see no reason why she can't go home tomorrow does she have someone to stay with her. I mention that me and Brian are going to take turns caring for her. My boss is not that nice or considerate when it comes to giving me time off. The neurologist hands me a bunch of papers with important info on them about her care once she is released. After Munch leaves I get back to the files until dinner, with the help of a nurse Liv has been able to go to the bathroom by herself. Dinner was a light meal. I'm so happy Liv is finally getting some good sleep. Amanda stops after work with Noah to visit Liv. I tell him your mom is going home tomorrow, but you will stay with Amanda until she is a little bit better. The rest of the night was uneventful.

Liv: pov in the morning I'm getting released Fin is making sure I'm ready once in the car the drive to my apartment is not long Fin gets me settled on the sofa when his phone starts ringing its McGrath bothering him saying SVU has a case. I can tell Fin is mad. McGrath wants him to show up at the scene and he tells McGrath I have no one to watch Liv. She can't be left alone and Brian is still at work. McGrath says he doesn't care, just find someone.

Fin: pov I call Brian frantically asking if he can get off of work early to watch Liv. I know today's not your day but McGrath just called me in and someone has to watch Liv. Brian says he can be there in 2 hours. I have no choice but to call Elliot. I ask him if he is busy. He says no just doing paperwork, why are you asking? I mentioned McGrath called me into work SVU got a case and someone has to be with Liv and the earliest Brian can get off work is in 2 hours. I text Brian the update in our plan.

Elliot: pov Fin asked me if I could watch Liv for 2 hours until Brian arrives. I said sure no problem, happy to help out. At Liv's apartment Fin is rushing around to get ready and make sure Liv is taken care of. He tells me the papers on the fridge have all the important info on them. In an emergency call me or Brian his number is on the fridge. Brian calls Liv's phone and asks me if I can stay an extra 30 minutes so he can stop at the store and pick some stuff up for Liv. I ask Liv if she is hungry. She says no, I convince her to eat some bread anyway. While I'm in the kitchen getting some water I hear Liv get up out of bed. Which Fin said to help her with and head to the bathroom. That is when I hear her throwing up. I rush into the bathroom to hold her hair up, but she says don't touch me just leave me alone Elliot I'm fine. But the floor needs to be cleaned. I did not make it in time.

Liv: pov Elliot is cleaning the floor while I'm in the bathroom. I feel too gross to move and everything is spinning. To be continued. ……..

#lawanordersvu #tvshow #fanfiction #oliviabenson #mariskahargitay #fintutola #icet #elliotstabler #christophermeloni #amandarollins #kelligiddish #joevelasco #gracemuncy #briancassidy

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