Fear

Really?

Elliot Stabler unlocked his car. He got in, and closed his door. He put the key into ignition, and... Nothing. He tried again. Nothing again. "The battery must be dead." He mumbled under his breath. He got out of his car. His wife was already gone. He grumbled and went to the subway. It was the quickest way to get to the station without a car.

Elliot sighed. His hot breath walking back into his face. His breath smelled nice. Minty. The subway was cramped. Elliot hated the cramped space. The cramp space let his mind wander into space. It made it wander. He sighed again and closed his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat.

He opened his eyes when he heard the voice over head say where they were. Elliot got out of the subway train. He walked up the steps, needing the fresh air, the breeze. He walked along the sidewalk, the station not being to far. His mind continued to wander. Farther and farther. When his car was working, he would turn on the radio and block out the world in his head. He at least tried to block it out.

Nothing worked to block it out. Not even the horrifying stuff he saw everyday. The bodies he saw. The broken lives he saw. Nothing worked. Being in the S.V.U (special victims unit) changed him. It made him see how dark the world can be. But he tried his hardest. When he just sat down and thought in his head about things other then the cases, it seemed like he was trapped in hell. "Isn't New York hell on earth?" Olivia Benson asked, with her face resting on her fist, and her elbow resting on her desk. "Kinda." Elliot replied with a small smile.

John Munch started saying things about, something. Elliot wasn't listening. Whatever Munch was saying it wasn't important. It was probably something that he thought was funny. John's partner Brian Cassidy chuckled, but no one else. Mostly because no one else cared. Monique Jeffries scoffed and said something. Elliot wasn't really listening to anyone at the moment. He just saw mouths moving.

Elliot heard his phone ring. He picked it up. "Stabler," He answered quickly. It was some Detectives. He forgot which ones. They asked if Elliot and Olivia would come down. Or someone from the S.V.U. Elliot said sure and hung up. He quickly told Olivia about the call, and they got their coats. They headed out to the car they were allowed to use. Elliot had the keys in hand. He got into the drivers side and Olivia into the passenger.

Elliot tried to start up the car. It wouldn't start. "Dammit!" Elliot yelled. "Calm down!" Olivia told him. "I can't because this morning my car wouldn't start, and now this one won't!" Elliot replied before putting his head between his hand on the steering wheel. Olivia sighed. She tried to start it up. She leaned over and turned the key. It started up. Elliot groaned. "How come I can't start up a car?" Elliot asked. "I guess the car doesn't like you." Olivia answered. Elliot leaned his head back and looked at her. He took his hands off the steering wheel.

"Why don't you just drive?" Elliot asked. "Okay." Olivia got out of the car, and Elliot did too. They switched places and got in. Olivia pulled off the curb and drove over to the crime scene. Elliot kept questioning himself. Mostly why he couldn't start up a car. It's one of the most simple things to do. But why couldn't he today? Why wouldn't the cars start when he tried. Elliot kept his eyes out the window. Maybe he would figure it out on the way.