A/N: It's that time of the year for me, when I go through old re-runs and it just happens to be the AWESOME SVU… which just gives me the urge to write E/O because let's face it, they're awesome. I am a shipper, so expect fluff… =D

This FF is set in season 12!

Leaving the orange juice on the bench, Olivia crossed the room to the couch where she had leisurely hung her jacket the night before, and swung it over she her shoulders, putting her arms in. She glanced at her watch, and groaned inwardly at the time. She was going to be late if she didn't get out the door soon. Olivia returned to the bench and took her orange juice in her hands, taking another sip. It was a ritual she had had since forever.

Elliot appeared from the bedroom yawning and rubbing his eyes, dressed in only a pair of track pants. "Morning," he greeted.

Olivia looked up. "Oh, goodmorning," she smiled. She struggled with herself to turn away, so that she didn't stare at him like a piece of meat. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," he said. "Surprisingly…"

Looking at her watch again, she left the orange juice on the bench and turned to Elliot. "I have to go. Cragen wants me in early, to talk about the Jacobs case."

"Want me to come?"

She hesitated. "Nuh," she shrugged. "I got it. You just help yourself to whatever you find, there's not much here. I live on take-out."

"That's not healthy," he scolded.

"Don't start on me," she warned with a small smile.

"Yeah, yeah, fine, get sick, see if I care." Elliot reached the kitchen bench and took Olivia's orange juice, polishing off the rest of it.

"Sure," she smiled grabbing her keys and heading for the door. She turned back to look at him. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm tough."

"I know, I just- okay," she sighed heavily, a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach telling her not to leave him alone. "I'll call you later, when I know what time I'm coming home."

"No worries, I'll be fine."

She waved as she closed the door behind her.

… … …

Elliot looked around the apartment, sighing heavily. It was certainly odd being in his partner's home without her in it. That was new. He wandered through the rooms, unsure of what to do with himself until he caught a glimpse of a photo album hidden under one of Olivia's jackets.

Curiosity won over, and he took it in his hands, sitting down on the couch.

He opened the first page, to see himself and her sitting on the edge of their desk in the bullpen. It had been snapped unexpectedly, but the unknown photographer was good. Olivia was watching him with almost an adoring smile, while he stared ahead. Elliot stared at the photo for a moment before shifting his gaze to the next one.

He remembered when that one was taken. They had been stuck at court most of the day, and when they went outside, Elliot couldn't resist the will to reach out and brush the hair from her face, he remembered how soft her skin had felt under his touch. The photo had been obviously snapped by a photographer, because it was a newspaper clipping.

Photo after photo seemed to be of the two of them, sometimes adding Munch or Cragen or even Fin, but mostly, he realized the pictures were just the two of them. Elliot didn't know why she had so many pictures of them, or what it meant, but he felt slightly pleased with himself that she had enough respect for him that she had put together an album.

Elliot was also aware, that Olivia had few friends and only one family member, who she saw very little of. It saddened him to think she never went out much, didn't date a lot, and when she did it seemed to fall apart quickly. But he knew that no matter what happened to her, he would be at her side, he was her best friend, just as she was his.

The familiar ring of his cell phone indicated a call coming through. He put down the photo album and wandered across the room to the mantel piece where he had left it, and looked at the screen name. He hesitated before pressing the END button.

He didn't want to talk.

He grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch, where he had placed it the night before, next to Olivia's, he recalled, and headed for the bedroom to dress.

He was going shopping. Olivia needed to stock her cupboards and fridge with normal food, and he planned to do that for her, since it was clear she never would.

… … …

"I can't get a hold of Elliot," Cragen announced. "His cell is off and his home phone goes straight to the machine. Benson, you got an idea on where I can find him?" he asked hopefully. Don was aware that Olivia was not his keeper, but as his partner, it seemed plausible that she would have some idea.

"Yeah," she answered. "He's at my apartment."

"Why would he be there?" he asked aloud.

"Because he stayed the night," she blushed unmistakably.

All eyes landed on Olivia.

Hahahaha… cliff-y… are you mad?

Want to take a guess where I am going with this? Reviews are nice too!