Aftermath (An SVU Fanfiction) *EDITING*

Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater

After a long day's work, the detectives had all thought it'd be a good idea to go out and have some drinks. They were all putting their things away and grabbing their coats when Elliot sits in the chair next to her desk and rubs her thigh.

"You coming with us? I can have Lizzie watch Eli.", Olivia was about to protest, using work as an excuse, when he stopped her. "It'll be fun."

"Okay..", she sighs. "Okay, I'll go.", he kisses her for a short second and then takes her hand in his.

"We'll meet you guys there. Go ahead without us.", he tells the men.

•••••••

The smell of alcohol fills her nostrils the second she enters the bar. The flashbacks instantly return.

"Drink up!", Lewis forces the bottle down her throat. "There..good girl. Now swallow.", she did as she was told, not wanting to get burned or cut again. "You like to swallow, huh?", she shakes her head. "Well, you better learn.", he unzip his pants-

"Babe?", Elliot snaps her out of the trance she was in. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah.", she lies. "Just..ready to relax.", she kisses him, proceeding to the bar area.

This is not good at all. Elliot isn't aware of what will become of tonight, but Olivia has an idea shoved in the back of her mind. She's not thinking clearly. In her mind, she's just a whore who likes to swallow. So, that's exactly what she plans on doing. Swallowing. Throwing back every shot, every bottle, all of it.

After just forty five minutes, she's completely wasted. Elliot can tell, the squad can tell. Hell, the bartender is in the process of cutting her off.

"Ma'am, it wouldn't be right if I allowed you to continue, I'm sorry."

"No, you don't get it!", she stands up from the barstool and slams her fists down. "I'm an N-P-D-Y detective!", Elliot notices the commotion and runs to her side. "Tell him, El!"

"What's going on here?", Elliot asks, mainly the bartender. "Is there a problem?"

"I have to cut her off, sir. She's got to be at least twice the limit."

"This is bullshit.", she slurs her words and falls back to the stool.

"Thanks, man. I got it under control.", he puts his hand on her shoulder, but she jumps.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME, LEWIS.', everyone turns their immediate attention to her.

"Lewis?", Elliot thinks. "Liv-"

"My husband is going to find us and he's going to kill you! Elliot will kill you!", there's a long moment of silence before she turns back to reality, standing up and gripping Elliot's shirt for support. She starts crying. A part of her is sorry for her outburst, but the other part just wants to drink it all away. "I wanna go home."

"Okay. It's okay, we'll go home.", he turns to his colleagues saying "We're gonna head out. See you guys tomorrow."

"What have I done? Elliot's gonna hate me. I called him 'Lewis'.", she thinks to herself.

•••••••

Elliot had called Lizzie and asked her to take Eli for the night so he and Olivia could be left alone. They've been home for about an hour and a half and Olivia hasn't said a word. Elliot tried talking, but she won't budge. She's in the bathroom doing who knows what, so he went in, uninvited, and sees her on the toilet. He doesn't care though. He just needs to talk to her, so he kneels down in front of her and holds her hands in one of his.

"Baby..please tell me what happened."

"No, I'm done talking!", she hiccups.

"You haven't even started yet.", Olivia frees her hands so she can wipe herself. She gets up, pulling up her underwear and washes her hands. "Olivia."

"WHAT?!", she flips around, screaming through her tears. "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?!"

Elliot feels almost like it's his fault that something happened. Something triggered her and it's because of him. He shouldn't have persuaded her into going out tonight. He should've let her stay and keep looking over cold cases, but he didn't.

"What happened back there?"

"He-he..I can't! I can't and then-", she slides down the wall and sobs into her hands. "I'm so sorry!", Elliot picks her up off the floor and gets her to a standing position.

"Okay, okay.", he rubs her back and kisses the side of her head. You could get drunk off the smell of her breath.

Something inside her switched. She went from emotionally unstable drunk to sexually crazed drunk in two seconds flat. Swallowing. That was her mission tonight. That's all she's good for anyways. She stops crying and kisses him hard, breathing heavily into his mouth.

"Mmm.", she pulls down her panties without breaking the kiss and kicks them to the side.

"Olivia, what are you doing?", she pulls her shirt off and her bra seconds after.

"You."

"Stop."

"No, come on, lets do it.", she grinds against him forcefully, not taking 'no' for an answer. "It'll be fun."

"You need to stop.", Elliot holds her shoulders and gently pushes her off of him. "You're not thinking clearly, Liv.", she puts her clothes back on and storms out of the bathroom, yelling profanity in many forms.

"Olivia!", he chases after her, something he hasn't needed to do in awhile, and grabs her arm.

"Don't fucking touch me! You didn't want to touch me five seconds ago so-"

"Stop! Stop talking, stop running, just stop!", he yells. "I understand that you were hurt, you were hurt really bad and I will never be able to take that away no matter how much I want to; but you can not keep running and shutting down when things gets tough! You don't have to tell me details, but you do have to tell me what the hell is going on or I can't help you!"

"Why won't you have sex with me? Aren't I good enough? Am I not good enough anymore?"

"What? No, Olivia, are you crazy?", Elliot's phone starts buzzing. Olivia grabs it from the table and answers it, not knowing who was on the other end of it, not caring to know. "Hello?"

"Is Elliot there?", a woman asks.

"Who's this?"

"Rachel. Who are you?", Olivia grows infuriated.

"His fucking wife!", Elliot looks confused, but recognizes the voice on the other end of the call.

Something nobody knew about the night Olivia was taken? He had picked up a girl at a bar after leaving the precinct that night. He saw her twice since then and regrets it so much. He thought she got the hint when he told her that it was over, but he was wrong.

"You piece of shit!", she throws the phone against the wall, shattering it. "You cheated on me, you actually cheated on me!"

"Baby I-"

"Don't ever call me that again!", she goes into the bedroom and slams the door, making anything hanging on the walls shake. She curls up under the blankets and cries herself to sleep

•••••••

"Mommy!", Eli comes into the bedroom and shakes Olivia awake. "Mommy, look!", he holds up a drawing. "Lizzie helped me make it for you!", she looked up at it and then back at the wall. "Livvie? Look, I made it for you.", his voice grows sad.

"Just put it over there.", she says, not directing him at all.

"But mommy-"

"I said put it over there!"

A/N

Elliot's an asshole.