A.N: I know the Olivia gets attacked thing has been done...a lot, but I've been reading a lot of stories lately and I got inspired so I decided to take a crack at it, of course from a different angle. Please Review.

Also I posted this yesterday and then noticed some typos so I replaced the chapter, now I'm re-posting for the third time because I realized I forgot the disclaimer and I am not really in the mood to be sued. Sorry for any confusion. Oh, and there seems to be a problem with the spacing format, I fixed it but I don't know if it worked.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

He knew she'd be here. He wonders what she's thinking as he stares at her back preparing himself to approach her. The sun's going down and the sky is a breathtaking blend of blue, orange, purple and yellow. Its absolutely beautiful, but he knows she's not up here to enjoy the view. She's leaning forward, against the dark brick ledge, looking down. She's not thinking about jumping. She's not that type of person, he knows that. She just wanted to be alone. She is that type of person. He watches her for a few minutes. He can't see her face but he knows she's crying. Her body is shaking slightly with sobs. Her shoulders rise and fall steadily. He approaches her, purposely making noise as he does. The last thing he wants to do is startle her.

She doesn't have to turn around to know its him. "Go away." It comes quietly from her lips. She knows he won't, ever, but she has to let him know she doesn't want him right now. She brings her hands to her face and wipes the tears from her eyes before turning around. "What do you want?" she asks coldly, harshly. She wants to hurt him, push him away.

He's perfectly still, his hands in his pockets like a little kid. He seems disoriented, confused. That's understandable. She did just spring this on him a few minutes ago. She hadn't even meant to tell him. She was content to keep it to herself and let it slowly eat away at her.

They were arguing and he kept accusing of her of hiding something from him. She evaded his questions for a while, but when he got angry so did she. And then she just blurted it out. Screamed it at him, adding a childish "are you happy now" afterwards. Of course he wasn't happy. And God knows she wasn't.

The wind whirls some garbage around on the rooftop. Why can't people just throw their crap away? "Why didn't you tell me?" he asks lowly. She rolls her eyes. Does he really think he's entitled to know every last detail of her life. "I could have helped you!" He finds himself shouting at her as he paces the rooftop. He knows this is not what she needs right now, but he can't help it. The rage consumes him.

She shakes her head angrily. "No. No, you couldn't have. This isn't about you Elliot!" She's only shouting because he is. He has the power to sweep her up with his emotions, he always did. She lowers her voice and calmly tells him, "this is my problem. I'll deal with it however I want to."

"Why Liv? Why? You know better."

"Yes. I do. I know that this would go no where. So why bother? Why put myself through that?" Her voice is flat.

He bites his lip in frustration. Why is she being so stubborn? "Because..." he trails off. "To get justice." It's a weak response. The first thing that came to his a mind. A sad tired cliche, but its appropriate.

"Justice? "she laughs dryly. "I'm so far past justice."

He frowns at her, the same frown he gives one of his children when he's disappointed in them, not angry, just disappointed. She hates that look. Its condescending and bleak. "When did you stop believing, huh? When did you give up on the very system you dedicated your life to?"

"Seven days, sixteen hours," she retorts looking down at her watch, "and twenty-three minutes ago." Her answer stops him cold for a moment. He didn't expect her to answer that. Of course that experience was going to change everything in her life. "Because right after, I realized that he would get away with it. I shifted into Detective mode and I just knew. There was nothing I could do-not during and not after. I was powerless then and I am now. He took everything from me!" Her voice is unintentionally high and it shocks her. She throws her head back to keep the tears from spilling. The lump in her throat starts to hurt and she swallows hard.

"That's not true," he says softly. He's no longer angry. Now he's sad, genuinely sad for her. "I could help you go after him. We could get him."

Olivia shakes her head again. Now its her who's not angry, but sad. "No El. You couldn't. I'm not stupid, I know how these things work. I do it for a living. I see it all the time. People saw us at the bar together...talking, laughing, drinking. He walked me to my apartment. I was stupid enough to let him in. I was drunk enough to not realize his intentions. I just wasn't strong enough to stop him." Elliot's silent. This is the first mention of any specific. Olivia continues without emotion."He only hit me a couple of times and he didn't leave a mark...there's no evidence. There's only witnesses who saw us flirting. All he has to do is say it was consensual and that I'm lying. Why wouldn't people believe him? Why would anyone believe me?" She pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath. "I wouldn't even believe me." She lets her hands fall to her side in defeat. "Just drop it Elliot. Forget I even told you." She starts to walk away from him.

"How could you just let that happen?" The words escape his mouth-called out abruptly to stop her from walking away.

Olivia freezes. His words cut her deep, utterly stun her. The look on her face as she turns around is undescribable. She fixes her eyes on him crossly and lets them linger there for a moment. Elliot sees the pain in her face immediately and he knows he made a mistake-a huge mistake. That's not what he meant. But before he has a chance to explain himself, she says scornfully "let it happen?" Her words are sharp and deliberate. Her face tight and expressive. She shifts her weight from one leg to the other and folds her arms across her chest-her no nonsense stance. "You think I let it happen?" She speaks slowly, carefully articulating every syllable, but she does not allow him to answer."You think I didn't try to stop him? That I didn't scream, kick, fight? I begged him to stop! Literally begged him not to do what he was doing," she cried. He knew the importance of that last statement. Olivia wasn't the begging type. She was proud, sometimes too proud. "How dare you come up here and accuse me of such a thing!" There's fire in her eyes, and in some bizarre way he's glad to see it. The past week had been difficult, he didn't know why till now but she was different. Her eyes were dull, her expression blank. She had lost her determination, her fire. Now he saw it again. That's the Olivia he knows.

She's screaming at him in her own defense, but the feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach is growing. She can't think there was something she could have done, or not done, to stop it. But she refuses to let him see her weakness.

"No. That's not what I meant." He felt sick. How could he say that to her? He silently berates himself.

"You mean that's not what you meant for me to hear. Cause that's what you said," she reminds him. He's speechless. "I thought I knew you Elliot. I thought you were different." They look at each other for what seems like forever. "When did you stop believing in me, huh?"

With that final accusation she knocks the wind from him. It feels like he's just been punched in the stomach, hard. She leaves him on the rooftop shattered and alone. He hates himself for what he did, for making it worse. He can't change things. He's powerless, just like she was that night. It's an awfully painful feeling.

His only intention was to help his partner, the partner he cares about and loves like a sister. He really didn't mean to say that, but he couldn't help think it. He wanted her to be stronger so she didn't have to go through this. That's all. He just wanted her to be alright. He never believed she was weak, not for one second, but he just wished she was able to stop it, or to keep herself out of that situation entirely. He just wished things were different. But they weren't. She would have to deal with this horrible thing that happened to her and he would have to figure out how to be there for her without hurting her. He sighs and leaves the roof.

P.S. I'm not sure where I'm going with this or if I'm going to continue. I might work backwards or just leave it as a one shot. Let me know what you think. Thanks.