9

Elliot knocked lightly on Olivia's door before entering her hospital room. He smiled when he laid eyes on his sleeping partner before moving closer to her bed and kissing her forehead lightly. Olivia opened her eyes quickly as fear filled her body and her breathing became rapid.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just me," Elliot spoke, as he ran his fingers over Olivia's cheek. She quickly grabbed his hand as tears streamed down her cheeks. After her talk with the agents the night prior, Olivia was worried that Hugo was behind the shooting.

"El," Olivia whimpered as she met his eyes.

"It's okay, Liv. I've got you," Elliot replied, worriedly. He leaned down and kissed her forehead again, before sinking on the chair beside her bed.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't expect anyone to show up so early..." Olivia trailed off.

"We got interrupted last night, so I wanted to check on you."

"How did we get interrupted?" Olivia asked as Elliot slipped his jacket off.

"The crew showed up to check on you. Liv, why do you have a big scar on the back of your head?"

"What scar?"

"Olivia," Elliot frowned, as Olivia swallowed hard. She slowly moved her fingers through her hair until they landed on the scar in question.

It was pretty long and was still raised. Hugo had slammed her so hard into the fridge that it cracked her head open and almost killed her. 

"I was in an accident and that's why I started work later. Don't you remember?" Olivia replied.

"There wasn't an accident report, Olivia," Elliot breathed.

"What? Did you search for me in the database?" Olivia huffed. She didn't know how intensely her background was created by the agents, so Elliot might not have found anything until she moved here.

"Liv, I wanted to know about the accident. But there wasn't one in our database, so I feel like you are hiding things from me," Elliot frowned. Olivia ran her fingers over the scar before slowly dropping her hand. 

"Please leave," Olivia whispered.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Leave!" Olivia cried.

Between the shooting, hearing about Hugo and the girls, and Elliot finding her scar, Olivia needed her space.

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Olivia was released three days after the shooting and she drove herself home. When she reached her house, she felt more alone than ever before. Elliot kept his distance while she was still in the hospital, and Olivia didn't know if she'd ever get him back. 

"How are you feeling?" Agent Danson asked, from where he ate breakfast at Olivia's kitchen table. She sighed softly as she rubbed her thigh.

"I'm sore, but I'll be fine. They said I'm healing well," Olivia replied.

"That's good."

Olivia kicked her boots off before sitting on the couch and raking her fingers through her hair. As she found her scar again, she turned to face Agent Danson and asked the question she had been thinking about for a while.

"How far back do my public records go?"

"Huh?" Danson replied.

"I told Elliot that I had gotten into an accident and that is why I started as a detective so late and he searched me up and couldn't find anything."

"Great... You couldn't have come up with a better excuse?" Danson groaned.

"It was my first day as a detective! How else could I have explained that I was almost killed by my monster of a husband because I was going to escape him?!" Olivia spat, as she stood slowly and swayed until she regained her balance.

"Olivia, just keep your mouth shut! You are going to ruin this placement!" Danson yelled.

Olivia looked at him as hot tears burned her eyes. She hated this and wanted to go back home to her daughters. She wanted to go back in time and never question Hugo on what happened so she could be living the life she left behind.

"I don't want your help anymore!" Olivia huffed.

"Really? Going to head back to Miami and let Hugo murder you? Are you really that fucking stupid?!"

"STOP!" Olivia screamed as Agent Ford rushed in from the garage.

"What the hell is happening?" He demanded, as Agent Danson stood and slammed his glass plate into the sink where it exploded into a million pieces.

"This stupid bitch doesn't want our help anymore. She'd rather get killed, so I guess our work here is done," Danson spat, before stomping from the house. Ford frowned deeply as he turned to Olivia.

"We can't just stop helping you, Olivia. I get that this is hard, but being in the program is your best chance to stay alive. Take your time and recover, and I'll be around to check on you."

Olivia watched as Ford left her house before she screamed and threw a vase on the floor. 

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Elliot let his hand hover over Olivia's door before hesitantly turning around and deciding to leave. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Olivia had opened the door and was watching him.

"I'm a really shitty person," Olivia spoke. Elliot shook in his spot before turning slowly to look at Olivia.

"No, you aren't. I think you are just going through some scary things and don't know how to let me help." Elliot frowned.

"I'm going to be honest with you, El. I was in an abusive relationship and that was the accident. It wasn't reported, so that is why you couldn't find anything on it. He will never be coming around to hurt me again, so I need to just let you in. I think you are incredible, but I have a hard time believing that you are real. That one day you won't attack me and kill me," Olivia breathed. She was still so angry and there was still glass in her sink and covering her living room floor.

"I will never hurt you, Olivia. I promise," Elliot replied, as he quickly bridged the gap between them.

The moment Elliot reached Olivia, he wrapped his arms around her injured body and pressed a firm kiss to her shaking lips.