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Darkest Nights	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Elliot, I can't do this," George protested as the sketch artist walked in the room.

"You just have to say what they look like. It won't be harder than giving your statement was." Elliot felt guilty as he spoke. He felt like hurting himself for trying to minimize the difficulty of George's situation.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to give that statement?" George asked incredulously.

"Well, you'll have to do it when you testify..."

"IF I testify," George corrected him. He sat up slowly.

"You're seriously considering refusing to testify?" Elliot asked.

"Yes," George said. "I know forgetting about it is impossible, but I don't want any reminders, either."

"You psychiatrists always talk about the closure victims get—"

"From seeing their rapist or rapists put in jail. But not everyone is the same," George interrupted.

"George, I'm really sorry. Can you just do this for now, and then we can go from there if we find them? If you don't do this, we have no chance of catching them anyway, so if you decide not to and then change your mind you'll be out of luck. Worst case, you do this and then you don't testify."

"Fine," George said shakily.

"Take your time," Elliot said. The sketch artist waited patiently for George to begin. George took a few minutes to get ready before beginning.

"Ok. The first one was white, medium-length brown hair, green eyes. Average build and height. No tattoos or birthmarks, good complexion." He shivered slightly.

"The second one was also white, but with short blond hair and blue eyes. He had a more muscular build and was taller. No tattoos or birthmarks."

"The third one was, again, white, and he had short dark brown hair, brown eyes, a good build, and was the shortest. Again, no tattoos or anything distinctive. I didn't see anyone else in any detail. The first one was the one who attacked me most often and most violently," he added.

The sketch artist held each of the pictures up. George nodded. "Yes, that's what they look like." He shuddered again and closed his eyes.

"Be sure to send a copy to Captain Cragen," Elliot instructed. The artist nodded and left.

"George?" Elliot asked, turning to him. George turned away.

"George, I'm sorry," he whispered.

"I know. I don't want to talk about it," George said shortly.

"Well, now you don't have to do anything until we get them," Elliot noted. He sat down next to him and hugged him.

"That's great," George said half-heartedly. Elliot could tell George was trying not to sound pessimistic, which only added to Elliot's guilt.

"I shouldn't have forced you. I should have let you decide," Elliot admitted ashamedly.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have to and it's better that I got it done quickly."

"You should be furious with me," Elliot said guiltily.

"But I'm not. That doesn't do anyone any good," George stated.

"You're shrinking yourself," Elliot noted.

"Yeah, well…"

"You don't need to take the high ground," Elliot said with a half smile.

"The alternative is yelling at you, which I don't particularly want to do."

"Even if that means bottling up you anger?"

"I don't want to use you as an outlet," George stated. Elliot embraced George tightly.

"I love you," Elliot said. He kissed him gently, his hands stroking his back. George closed his eyes but returned the kiss.

"I love you too," George replied. George found himself comforted by the strong arms wrapped around him. He leaned in for another kiss.

"Am I interrupting something?" A doctor asked amusedly as she walked in the room. Startled, they broke away quickly.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. I'm just going to look you over one more time and then write up your discharge papers." Elliot moved back into the chair by the bed. The doctor took George's temperature and then his blood pressure, nodding approvingly at each.

She frowned as she listened to his lungs. "The antibiotics have mostly cleared your infection, but your lungs sound crackly and you're still pretty tachycardic. Steam will be pretty good for your lungs so be sure to run a shower when you get home."

George let a long sigh. The doctor gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Other than that, you're looking pretty good. You're ready to go."

"Finally, some good news," George said.

"A nurse will be in soon to give you your prescriptions and to see you out," she said as she walked out the door.

Elliot turned to George. "I'll leave you alone for a minute while you get dressed."

He'd gone to George's home the night before and grabbed some clothes and other various necessities for the next few weeks. He stood in the doorway, his back to the room. George slowly changed into the clothing. To his dismay, he discovered that they were now too big for him.

Elliot walked back in and noticed George staring at his clothes in disbelief.

"I was wondering if you'd noticed," Elliot said cautiously. George shook his head.

"I guess I was too busy sleeping and having breakdowns," he said in disgust. "How did I miss this?"

"Hey, it's not like you didn't have bigger issues to worry about. And on the bright side, everything I cook has lots of fat and calories," Elliot joked. He put an arm around George's shoulder. George didn't reply.

A nurse walked back in, pushing a wheelchair.

"I'm a doctor and I still hate this rule," George complained. Elliot gave a small laugh before helping George to stand up. The smaller man seemed unsteady on his feet, but, Elliot reminded himself, he had just spent the last two weeks lying down, barely moving at all. And before that… he shook the thought from his head and lowered George into the chair. Few words were said as they steered George towards the parking area. Finally they got to Elliot's minivan and Elliot helped George into the car.

"What do you want for dinner?" Elliot asked as he started the car.

"I don't know. Something plain—my stomach is still sensitive," George said. He looked out the window, not saying anything for awhile.

"What are you thinking about?" Elliot asked, having noticed that George seemed to be deep in thought.

"I just have this feeling like I need to say something meaningful."

"You don't need to. It's ok," Elliot reassured him. He took one hand off the steering wheel and set it on George's knee. George tensed for a brief moment before setting his hand on Elliot's.

"What are you going to do if your kids want to visit?"

"For the first few days I'll probably just go meet them. If—when—you feel up to it they'll come in the apartment."

"How will you get away with not letting them in the apartment?"

"I told Kathy and the kids I was helping a sick and injured FBI agent. I didn't tell them any specifics."

"Okay," George said simply. The rest of the ride was spent in silence. George closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat, relaxing somewhat, while Elliot thought about what would happen the next few days.

Elliot had taken some time off so that he would be able to help George around for at least a week. He would occasionally have to leave to work on the case but not for too long at a time.

He was still seeing Hendricks for anger management and other problems. George had opted to see her as well and his first session would be in a few days. Elliot worried slightly that she might push George too hard, making his nightmares worse, but he didn't think it was likely.

He still hadn't told anyone but Olivia about the night terror George had had. It seemed that George remembered the nightmare, but he didn't know that he had showed any physical signs. Elliot wasn't sure whether he ought to inform him. He did want George to know but he didn't want to scare him or make him feel guilty, either. He glanced at George, who was either asleep or just closing his eyes. The way George was resting made him look frail. He decided to tell him when George was better equipped to handle it.

Elliot sighed deeply, wondering when that time would come.
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