Title: Faultless

Summary: She had to tell him he was right, they couldn't keep doing this. It had been the worst day in their relationship, and she knew they would never recover.

Warning: Mentions of violence

Characters: Eliot Stabler, Olivia Benson

Episodes: Fault

Enjoy guys this is just a little ditty about fault and how they coped, you could call it a missing scene? i'm a huge E/O fan so all my stories will have this theme in it! If you could review that would be great!! Enjoy!! xx

It had been another bad day. Gitano had wrecked the last part of their friendship that was left. Elliot couldn't stand to be near Olivia, and she knew it. He could barely stand to think about the events that has taken place, Ryan was dead and it was all her fault…it was all his fault. Ryan's death had hurt him more than any other victims death, he didn't know how to deal with it so he did what he usually did. He remembered her face as he yelled at her in front of everyone. He then remembered the utter panic he felt as he saw her fall to the ground, gasping for breath. There was blood all over her hands. He couldn't stand to think about what would have happened if Gitano had been a little bit closer. His heart lurches as he thought about what could have happened to his partner. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew he never wanted to feel the panic he felt as she fell again, he never wanted to see the look of fear in her eyes as she struggled to force herself to shoot him and he never wanted to see the look of hurt on her face that he saw when he accused her of being a liability. It had been nearing the worst day of their 7 year partnership and he didn't know how they were going to recover.

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It had been another bad day, she sighed as she sat in the back of the cab. He blamed her for Ryan's death, maybe he was right. She let Gitano get too close, if she hadn't been hurt Elliot would have gotten to Ryan and saved him. Her stomach lurched as she remembered being face to face with the monster, he was going to shoot Eliot. Elliot was begging her yo shoot him, to kill him. Her hands were trembling and she was trying not to cry as she tried to summon up the courage to shoot. The look in his eyes terrified her, she never wanted to see that look again. He was trying to reassure her, but he was as scared as she as. She closed her eyes trying to get rid of the images. Now she had to tell him that he was right, they couldn't keep doing this. It had been the worst day in their 7 year partnership and she knew they weren't going to recover, she just had to tell him.

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As Elliot grabbed another drink he sank into the sofa, he'd thought about calling her but he couldn't quite summon up the courage to pick up the phone. He didn't even know why he was still mad at her, it was illogical and he knew it but he just couldn't help it. A few days apart would suit them, then they could pretend today hadn't happened. She could recover from being assaulted and he could try to figure out why he was so mat at her. He was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of a knock on the door. He sighed an got up, walking towards the door. He was surprised to find Olivia stood on the other side of the door, she looked frightened.

"Uh, can I come in?" she asked, her hands were in her pocket and she bit her lip nervously.

"I'm not really-" he stopped as she raised her hand slightly,

"It won't take long," she told him, he nodded. She walked in slowly and he closed the door behind her.

"Liv, I'm pretty tired." he told her, she nodded. She didn't say anything, "Liv…" he looked at her, she looked up at him. "Do you want a drink?" he asked expecting her to politely decline.

"Whiskey?" she asked, he looked up surprised. "Water will do," she tried to force a smile. Why was this so hard?

"Uh sure…" he walked towards his drink cabinet. "How uh…how's you're neck?" he asked, she put her hand up to the wound.

"It's okay, it's uh…it's fine." she told him quietly, he poured her drink and handed it to her. "You okay?" she asked him, he nodded.

"I'm just tired," he repeated, she nodded. "What can I do for you?" he asked, she looked at him.

"I think we should talk," she told him, he shook his head.

"Not now Liv." he told her, she bit her lip again.

"We need to-"

"Not now!" he raised his voice, "the kid is barely cold-" he said stopping when he realised what he'd said. She looked at him with a look of confusion,

"Elliot, you can't blame me for this - it's not fair." she told him, he didn't say anything. She was waiting for him to tell her that he didn't blame her. That it wasn't her fault. "El…" her voice trailed off, "I was trying to get the little girl - I…do you honestly think it was my fault?" she asked him, he didn't look at her."You should never have let him get that close," he mumbled, she couldn't hide the hurt in her eyes "If he hadn't got that close I wouldn't have had to run to you instead of Ryan." he told her, she shook her head.

"No, no that was your choice to run to me Elliot - you could have run to him -"

"I thought he slit your throat!" he answered angrily,

"I didn't ask you to run to me Elliot,"

"Next time I'll leave you to bleed to death? How does that sound?" he raised his voice, she was getting angry too.

"You can't be angry at me because of a decision you made?!" she raised her hand to her head,

"If you hadn't got yourself-"

"Got myself what? Got myself stabbed? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"The guy who always saves your ass that's who I am!"

"Who always saves my ass?" They were both shouting, "Are you serious?! I don't know who the hell you think you are but you are not the knight in shining armour that you think you are Elliot-"

"You know what I don't wanna do this now!" he turned away from her,

"No, no we're doing this now!" she told him still angry, she took a deep breath before speaking again. "I can't keep doing this Elliot, we can't keep doing this to each other." she struggled to keep her emotions in tact. "I don't know how to fix this-"

"Olivia, that little boy is dead because of us-"

"No because of Gitano-" she tried to get him to see it wasn't his fault,"We let him down!" he paced around the room as they argued

"We did our best Elliot-"

"He slit his throat while I was looking after you!"

"I didn't ask you to-"

"You don't have to God damn ask me! What the hell am I supposed to do?!" he shouted at her,

"Do you're job!"

"So now it's my fault!?"

"I didn't say that and you know I didn't - don't twist my words- Jesus Elliot why are we even doing this-"

"Because I've had enough of looking out for you! You screwed up and a kid died because of it-" he didn't even finish his sentence before he felt the hard slap against his cheek, she pulled back completely shocked. Breathing heavily the sting of his words still taking affect as tears filled her eyes, he looked at her and put his hand up to his cheek. He stepped towards her, she shook her head as the first tear fell. She shook her head and backed away,

"Liv-"

"No- I can't do this anymore-" he stepped forward, he tried to reach out for her she hit his arm away, he tied to pull her into a hug. She hit him again angrily as the tears fell, as he refused to let go she hit him again and again -

"I'm sorry-" he tried to grab her arms to stop her from hitting him,

"Don't!" she hit him harder, he put his hand up in defence.

"Liv!" he grabbed her roughly and pushed her against the wall with a thud, she looked at him with fear in her eyes. All of his emotions rushed over him as he pinned her against the wall and he suddenly realised why he was so angry. He looked into her eyes and did something that shocked them both, as his lips touched hers she froze. He needed this, he needed her. Any other day, any other time someone else would so, but right now as he deepened the kiss he needed her. The fear he felt when she was stabbed suddenly took over him, he couldn't loose her. She needed him, always him especially today when they'd so nearly lost each other. They shouldn't be doing this, as her desperation took over she returned the kiss and something came over them both. They clung to each other as if they'd never needed anything more, he cupped her face and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around him afraid to let go.

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Elliot had never slept so well, months of torment and awkward moments between him and his partner had ruined and hope of a sleep pattern for him. Olivia glanced at him as she picked up the last of her things, they hadn't made it to the bedroom both so desperate to be close to one another so as her partner slept on the sofa she glanced at him one last time before slowly walking towards the door.

He'd woken up and she was gone, he wasn't surprised just apprehensive. He suspected they would just forget the night had ever happened, he never thought it would happen but he was determined not to let it ruin them, not anymore than he already had. He still hadn't apologized for the things he had said to her, this would have to change. He braced himself as he walked into the office only to see an empty desk. He turned to Much,

"Liv not in yet?" he asked, Much looked at him with…with what was that sympathy? "Munch?"

"Captain want's to see you El," Munch mumbled.

"John?" he looked at his friend, Munch took a deep breath and shook his head.

"She's gone," he told his friend.

Thanks for reading guys, hope you enjoyed it please review I have idea's for more E/O stories with lots of angst. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO