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Darkest Nights	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elliot walked back in to get his things just as George started mumbling in his sleep. He felt his forehead; the fever was still high despite the fact that it had been decreasing over the last few days. But he knew that wasn't the cause.
His thoughts were confirmed when a tiny whimper escaped George. He shook George's shoulder, but it only got worse. George cried out, sounding anguished and terrified. It was a gut-wrenching sight. He flung his arms, obviously trying to defend himself against someone. Frantically, Elliot tried to stop him without worsening his nightmare or hurting him. He yelled for a nurse.
They stood over him again, their faces crystal clear even in the dark. They moved towards him and he could only whimper as they got closer. Then they reached him and started attacking. He screamed, pain and fear taking over. The implements of torture came at him. He tried to fight back but his arms only flailed uselessly. He tried desperately to do more, to get away—but nothing worked. He was helpless.
A nurse ran in. "It's a typical night terror, but he could end up hurting himself. He will have difficulty waking up during them but some medicines can help calm him down," the nurse explained before injecting the medicine into his IV. George moaned again, and tears streaked down Elliot's face against his volition.
George seemed to relax after a few moments. Elliot was still alarmed.
"Is he going to be ok?" he croaked. George's anguished scream still echoed in his mind. It terrified him.
"With time, he should be," she said. "But, if the night terrors get worse, he might hurt himself. If that happens we may have to restrain him."
"Restraints will only make it worse," Elliot argued.
"If worst comes to worst, we may have to anyway. But nothing's certain yet."
Harsh, agonized breaths escaped him as he lay on the floor. Despair settled firmly in his veins. He closed his eyes, wishing for…
But suddenly, the pain vanished and an odd sense of calm came over him. He wasn't sure what caused it, but he was thankful. After the pain, feeling this numb and apathetic was welcome. He spent a moment marveling at the new sensation before he noticed he was being tugged to sleep. He offered no resistance and the quiet darkness engulfed him.
The nurse informed him that visiting hours were over, and even though that rarely applied to cops, he had to leave. Elliot wanted to stay a minute longer, but it would raise suspicions. No one knew about the feelings George and he had except for Olivia and Hendricks, and he wanted to keep it that way.
Elliot brushed a hand over George's before he left, and though he was still shaken, he headed for the 16th precinct.
"Any new leads on the case?" Elliot asked as he walked into the squad room. He shivered at the pictures of the various victims. Besides George, there had been five other men. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. In his head the idea sounded strange, but he knew that he had to let George go for a while to get justice for him.
"Well, George mentioned that it was like a crudely constructed cabin," Olivia said. "That means it was probably in a woodsy area."
"And how many of those are there?" Elliot asked pointedly. Olivia sighed.
"It's a start. Maybe George will be able to tell us more when he recovers."
"I don't think he'll be able to, Liv. He said it became a blur, and towards the end he started getting sick. No one would be able to recall any more details. George could probably give a basic description for a sketch artist, but I think that otherwise what we have is all we can count on."
Olivia rubbed her forehead. "He's the only living victim. There has to be something..."
"His attackers— one of them, at least— knew he was FBI," Elliot said. "That means something. Maybe George treated this guy in the past, when he was still a counselor, and those guys followed him."
"Maybe," Olivia agreed with a frown. She took another look at the pictures.
"We just aren't getting anywhere," Elliot fumed suddenly. Olivia looked at him.
"We should ask for help from another profiler," Olivia suggested. Elliot shook his head disapprovingly.
"The only shrinks I trust are Huang and Hendricks."
"Elliot, Rebecca can't profile for us, and it's not like George is going to be able to work this case. He might not even want to be a psychiatrist anymore," Olivia reasoned.
"You're right that he can't work the case, but he's definitely still interested in psychiatry," Elliot said.
"You have to trust someone else. Let's ask for a profiler," Olivia reiterated.
"All right," Elliot said. He closed his eyes and covered them with his hands for a moment.
"Elliot, what is it?" Olivia asked softly. She sat down next to him. "When you came in, you looked so shaken. What happened?"
"George has been having nightmares about what happened. And today—" He swallowed. "—he had another one, and he was making these pained noises in his sleep. He couldn't have possibly sounded like he was in worse pain."
Olivia sucked in a breath. "Do you think he's getting PTSD?"
"I think he is," Elliot said sadly.
"George is tough. He can do this," Olivia said.
"I hope so," Elliot said. He looked at the corkboard again. "Do you think we'll catch them?"
"Yes," Olivia said firmly.
"Do you think we'll have solid evidence against them?"
"George's testimony will be enough," Elliot nodded silently, hoping for some act of God to make the evidence lead him somewhere.
Hours later, Elliot walked into his bedroom, feeling exhausted. His mind was whirling from trying to figure out the details about George's attackers- he had gained a new respect for George's job. He fell asleep, completely exhausted.
Elliot rarely dreamed, but this time he had one—or, rather, a nightmare.
"George?" he called as he walked into a blank room. He got no response, but he did see George lying on the ground.
"George?" he called again. George moaned helplessly. Elliot looked him over, noting the injuries. Just as he was about to help him, he was pushed away.
"Hey!" he yelled. He tried to get back to help George, but he couldn't get closer. He saw George's pain but he couldn't do anything about it.
When he woke up the next morning, his face was wet with tears.
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