Hi, people! This is a shorter chapter, but deal with it. Do I owny anyone or anything? Let me think... no. If I did, why on earth would I be posting my stories online? Yeah. Read. Please. I notice I had a review decrease last time! Why, oh why?

Olivia groaned softly, hearing a steady beeping sound. She opened her eyes and blinked, staring at the blank white wall before her. Why was she in a hospital?

A wave of memories drifted back to her. The last thing she recalled was the sound of another vehicle striking them, and then everything had been eclipsed by darkness.

She shifted in bed, finding that she had no obvious injuries other than the bandage on her left wrist. At that moment, a redheaded doctor wandered into the hospital room.

"Nice to see you awake, Ms. Benson." She smiled widely.

"Detective," Olivia corrected politely. "Is my partner alright? Elliot Stabler."

"Detective Stabler is perfectly fine. You two are lucky it wasn't worse." Olivia let out a relieved sigh as the nurse checked her vitals.

"When can we get out of here?"

"Since neither of you suffered any major injuries, we can let you out today. Just take it easy for a while." The doctor removed the IV from the brunette's right arm. Olivia rubbed the spot where the needle had been inserted and sat up, stretching her stiff muscles.

By the time she was dressed and standing in the lobby, Elliot was waiting for her. "You alright?" He asked, worry evident in his cerulean blue eyes. She nodded and rolled her eyes.

"You worry too much, you know?" She buttoned up her jacket. Elliot followed her outside of the hospital. He found the rental car that Cragen had supplied them with and climbed into the drivers seat.

"I wonder if they caught the son of a bitch that hit us?" Olivia asked as she fasted her seatbelt. Elliot shrugged and pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

"When Captain came by, he said that there wasn't another vehicle on sight," he sighed. "He told me that our car was totaled. They're still trying to find out who it was."

He parked in front of a coffee shop. "Wanna grab a bite to eat?" he offered. Olivia gave him a shrug in response and climbed out of the car.

EO-EO-EO

Olivia combed her fingers through her dark hair and rubbed her sore shoulder. She was leaning against her counter, once again unable to tear her eyes away from the painting from Calvin. She had mounted it on the fridge. The picture was a silent reminder of his presence. As painful as the thoughts it instilled into her mind, a dash of happiness mingled with the heartbreak.

She opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. A small piece of her told her to pour a glass of wine. But she fought against it. She wasn't about to drink it all away.

Her eyes slid shut as she lost herself in thought. Why had she kissed Elliot? She truly wanted a relationship with him, but she had too much to deal with right now.

I was vulnerable, she thought. It didn't mean anything to both of us. Or did it?

To her, it meant more than anything. But did Elliot truly feel the way that she felt?She tried to clear her mind, but all she could think about were thoughts of Calvin being torn away, mingled with fears of her friendship with Elliot falling to pieces because of one small kiss.

The clock chimed eleven o clock, and by her newly found instinct, she opened her mouth to call out for Calvin to get ready for bed, but she sighed, still finding it hard to grow accustomed to being alone again.

She walked into the bathroom and peeled her clothes off, stepping into the shower. She turned the knob and allowed the hot water to wash over her body. Warm steam welled up around her. Ever since she had lost Calvin, she had resorted to cold showers to coordinate her cold feelings. The warm water somehow soothed her.

She finally stepped out of the shower, shivering as she ventured out of the warmth and into the cold air. She chided herself for not turning on the radiator. She quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her slender frame.

By the time she had dressed into pajama pants and a tank top, she heard a knock on her door. She grabbed her gun by instinct and peered out the peephole, sighing in relief when she saw Elliot.

"El, what are you doing here?" She opened the door and allowed him to step past her. She brushed a strand of her wet brown hair behind her ear. "It's eleven thirty."

Elliot shrugged. "I knew you'd be up." Olivia blushed slightly. He knew her so well. She gestured to the fridge, silently offering him a drink. The thought of that wine bottle returned to her, and she tried to push it out of her mind. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

No, Olivia, you will not drink to deal with this, she thought. Your mother drank away all her problems, and she wound up dying.

Elliot looked at his partner, concern evident in his baby blue eyes. "Liv, you alright?" No answer. "Liv?" Olivia shook her head, snapping into reality.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered. "I was just... thinking." Elliot patted her on the shoulder. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"Liv, I really want you to take some time off. You've been under a lot of stress. And I mean more than ten hours off." Olivia opened her mouth to protest, but he shook his head softly.

"El, I don't need-" He cut her off.

"Yeah, Liv," he whispered gently. "You do." He placed his hands on her shoulder and guided her to the sofa, forcing her to sit down. "And you need rest. You can't keep going on less than four hours of sleep every night. It isn't good for you."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Since when have you been a doctor?" Elliot chuckled softly and sat down beside her.

"I just want you to take it easy. I don't want you to get hurt, that's all." He watched as Olivia stole another glance at the fridge, and he immediately knew that she was thinking of the bottle of wine.

Olivia caught him staring at her. "I'm not drinking it," she whispered. "I was just thinking." Elliot gently touched her thigh. She briefly looked into his eyes. She looked so miserable.

She forced a smile. "Really, El, I'm okay." For the first time, she saw the small paper in her partner's hand. "What's that?"

Elliot, suddenly remembering why he had come in the first place, scanned over the photo. "A camera from an apartment got this. They saw the guy who hit us."

"Who is it?" Olivia asked, reaching for the photograph. Elliot held it tightly, terrified of what her reaction would be.

"It was Calvin's dad," he said softly. "He made bail." Olivia's eyes widened. She managed to pry the photo out of Elliot's hands, and was at a loss for words as she gazed at it.

"El," she whispered. "Why does he have Calvin?"

OH MY FREAKIN' GOD! WHY DOES HE HAVE CALVIN? SOMEONE TELL ME! PLEASE! Wait, I know. Hehe. Hey! No need to call the crazy shack! And you can pelt me with whatever you want. Or smack me. 20 reviews, as you lovely people usually do?