Ok, so, here's a new story. I don't really know how I thought of it, I think it started off as a dream (yeah, I have very vivid dreams haha)

anway, my friend is kinda helping me with some 'intimate details', therefore you should know that this is rated VERY MATURE due to the very sexual content and the dark plot. Teehee :) me and my disturbing creativity. Also, this takes place somewhere inbetween seasons 8 and 9, so Elliot never slept with Kathy, therefore Eli doesn't exist ;) Also, Elliot's divorce has already been finalized, so he's a free man yay!

Now, on to the story

September 17th

It was quiet, well quieter than usual, in the squadroom of Manhattan's 1-6 precinct, Special Victims Unit. Detective Munch was sitting on his desk, enjoying a cup, of what only he could call, coffee, while his partner, Fin, was leaning across from him, in his own chair, trying to tune out his partner's constant conspiracy outbusts.

Across the way, sat Detective Elliot Stabler, who was busy reading over details of the case they had just closed the previous day, while his partner, Detective Olivia Benson, was typing her DD5, on the same case.

"Im telling you, it's all a conspiracy" Munch stated, taking another sip out of the paper cup in his hand.

Fin looked up at his partner, annoyed, as he shook his head. "Shut your ass up" he said, harshly, as he threw a crumpled piece of paper across his desk, letting it land with a barley audible thud, on Munch's desk.

Elliot looked up at the two, before returning to the files in his hand. The case they had just closed involved the rape and murder of an eleven year old girl, and everyone at the precinct was a little on edge, after the man responsible went to jail, with absolutely no regrets. Elliot sighed, loudly, hoping to get a reaction out of his partner, who, during the entire case, had barley spoken to him. He smiled a little to himself, when he noticed how hard she was concentrating on her computer screen, knowing she was only doing it to avoid talking to him.

Elliot looked up at the clock and sighed once more, before scooting his chair out from his desk. "Well, I'm heading down for something to eat" he said, as he stood up, and put his black jacket on. "You in?" he asked, turning to both Fin and Munch.

"Yeah, anything to get out of here." Fin stood up, and likewise, put on his jacket. Munch got up, quietly, and followed the two toward the door.

"Liv," Elliot began, as he headed past her desk. "You coming?" He watched Olivia type another sentence on her computer before she shook her head, not bothering to look up at him. "You sure?" he asked, determined to get her to talk to him. He gently ran his hand over her bare arm, causing her to stop her work on the computer, and stare at the screen.

She rolled her eyes, and furrowed her eyebrows. She knew what he was trying to do, and she was not going to let him win. She sighed, loudly, hoping he heard, before she turned her head to face him. "I'm not hungry" was all she said, before wiggling her arm out from under his hand, and continuing to type on the computer.

Elliot looked at Fin, over his shoulder, who was smiling like a giant idiot and shrugged. "Okay, see you in a bit" he said, as he turned on his heel and walked toward the two men waiting.

"Trouble in paradise?" Fin asked, slapping Elliot's shoulder, as the three walked out of the bullpen.

Olivia waited until she heard the three enter the elevator, before she turned around and let another loud sigh out. She knew Fin was right, there had been trouble in paradise, only it seemed as if Elliot was completely oblivious to what was wrong.

Olivia slouched in her chair, thinking, not about the man who had raped a defenseless eleven year old, but about what had happened the night they had gotten the case.

September 3rd

"Olivia," Elliot pleaded, as he walked into the squadroom, behind his partner, trying to stop her so he could apologize. All eyes were on him as he rushed up to her, but he didn't care. He only cared about apologizing to his best friend, and making sure she didn't take what he had said personally. "Liv!" He quickly raced up to her, grabbing her wrist when she reached the bottom step, heading to the cribs to cool off. "I'm sorry. I never ment to-"

"Leave me the fuck alone" she spat, as she tried to tug her arm away from him.

But Elliot had a firm grib, and he wasn't going to let her go, not after what he had said in the car. He was going to make sure he got her to understand what had happened was a mistake, a mistake he was never going to make again. "Liv, please. You can't think I'd-"

"Save it Stabler!" she said, cutting him off for the second time since they had barged into the squadroom. "I'm tired of your shit!" she yelled, not caring that half of the squadroom was listening to their arguement. "You think just because I don't have kids, I don't understand the anger you felt back there? Are you honestly that stupid to resort to that low a blow?" Olivia tried to pull her arm out of Elliot's grasp, but he only held on tighter, pulling her a little closer to his body. "I said leave me the fuck alone!" she yelled, as she used her free hand to slap Elliot across the face.

Elliot let go off his partner's wrist, and stepped back, stunned that she had just slapped him in the face. She looked into his eyes, angry, before heading up the stairs into the cribs, as his hand found its way to his right cheek, which was still red and stung from the contact with Olivia's hand.

Once Fin had seen Olivia slap Elliot, he was up, and out of his seat, ready to see what had gotten his 'little sister' so upset. "What the hell did you say to her?" Fin asked from behind, ready to do a lot worse than what Olivia had, if Elliot had hurt her.

Elliot turned to look at Fin, tears forming in his eyes. He had hurt himself, when he realized how much his stupid comment had hurt Olivia, his partner, his best friend, the woman he was in love with. When Fin saw Elliot, with tears in his eyes, he became confused. "What happened?" he asked, wondering what went down at the crime scene.

Elliot ran his hand through his short hair, trying to stop himself from crying, or worse, becoming angry with himself. "When we went to the scene, everyone was, I couldn't, it was" he studdered, trying to find the right words to say.

Fin grabbed Elliot's shoulder, shaking him slightly. "What happened?" he asked, this time more stern.

Elliot looked up, worry written all over his face. "The victim was a little girl, eleven. Raped and stabbed to death. I got angry, and as always, Olivia was just trying to help calm me down, except I blew up, at her. I told her, she didn't understand how angry I was, because she wasn't a mother, and until she had kids, she wouldn't know what any of us were going through." Elliot looked up at Fin, who was just as shocked that he said such a thing to Olivia. "I never ment to- it just blurted out" he explained.

Fin looked at his co-worker and sighed. He knew how much Olivia wanted a baby, and for Elliot to remind her that she wasn't a mother, only made things worse. "Elliot, you know how sensitive Liv gets when someone mentions her not being a mother."

"I know, it's just, I wasn't thinking. I was just so angry, that someone could do that to a little girl, and, and, Fin I love her." Elliot looked up, wide-eyed, when he realized what he had just blurted out. Sure, Fin was his best friend, but he was never supposed to tell him that he was in love with Olivia. She was, after all, his partner, his co-worker.

Fin looked up a Elliot and smiled, partially happy because he knew Olivia loved him as well, and partially happy because he was one step closer to winning the pool that everyone in the squad, including Cragen, had pitched in. "Elliot," he began, folding his arms over his chest.

Elliot looked back at Fin, a little afraid of what he would do, especially since he considered Olivia his little sister. "You better get yo ass up there, and tell her you're sorry. Just tell her you lost it, thinking back to your kids, I'm sure she'll understand."

Elliot nodded, before turning to walk up the stairs Olivia had gone up a few minutes prior. "Liv? Liv it's me" he said, as he knocked on the door to the cribs. He stood, waiting, thinking of what to say when she opened the door. He could hear her, crying, on the other side, and knew he was in the deep end. "Olivia, please open the door" he pleaded, continually knocking on the door.

He listened, as he heard her walk to the door and unlock it. She opened the door, and when Elliot saw her, his heart broke. Her eyes were red and puffy, a result from crying, and all she could do was glare at him. "Olivia, I'm so sorry" he said, as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. After the entire bullpen heard their arguement, they deserved some privacy. He followed Olivia to one of the beds and took a seat at her side. "I was...I was a jerk, and I'm sorry. I just-"
"I get it Elliot" Olivia said, placing a hand on his leg. "You have children. You were just imagining if something like that happened to one of them." Elliot looked at Olivia, feeling a little more guilty with every tear that fell.

"But that didn't give me the right to bring up the fact that you're not a mother." He grabbed her hand, and squeezed, trying to tell her that he was truely sorry. "Olivia, I know you were just as angry as I was. I mean, I've seen how you are with kids, and I know you love my children, and you're-"

"Not a mother" Olivia whispered, finishing his sentence. "You're right, I'm not a parent, so I didn't know what was going through your head when you saw that body." Olivia looked up and Elliot and forced a smile. "I'm sorry" she said, placing her hand gently on the cheek she had smacked earlier, trying to change the subject.

Elliot, knowing she didn't want to talk about their arguement any longer, only placed his hand on top of hers on his cheek, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. "I love you" he whispered.

Olivia gasped and looked up, when she heard Elliot's confession. "What?" she asked, wondering if she had heard him correctly. She had always dreamed he'd tell her that he loved her, so she'd know the feelings she had for him were mutual, but she never thought he'd actually say it, let alone in the cribs.

"Olivia," he began, opening his eyes, so that his beautiful blues were staring into her chocolate brown orbs, "I love you." He cupped her face in his free hand, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears that he had caused. "I know that this is probably the worst time to tell you, and probably not the best place, but I can't keep lying to you, or myself."

Olivia pressed her lips together, afraid to speak. "Elliot, I, I, I don't know what to say."

"Tell me you feel the same way. Liv, I see the looks you give me when you think I'm not looking. The constant glares you would give Kathy. The hurt in your eyes everytime I mentioned her." He let go of her hand on his face, and placed it on the other side of her face, so that her head was inbetween his hands. "Liv, I don't care anymore. If Cragen doesn't want us together, I'll transfer."

"You'd transfer? For me?"

"For us. I know how you are with the victims, they trust you. Liv, I'm willing to give this a try, tell me you feel the same way, so that I know I didn't make myself feel like a complete idiot." Elliot continued to stare into Olivia's eyes, as he gently stroked her face with his thumbs.

It seemed like forever, before he finally heard Olivia speak. "I love you too El," she whispered, before letting a few loose tears fall from her eyes, that Elliot gladly wiped away.

Elliot, needed no other excuse, pulled Olivia close to him, capturing her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. The two closed their eyes, enjoying the kiss, finally being able to show how they felt. It wasn't long before Olivia's judgement got the best of her. "We're at work" she thought, "no, we can't do this. He's my partner, my partner." Olivia pulled Elliot's hands off her face, as she pulled away from him.

"Olivia?" he asked, when he saw her get off the bed and walk over to the wall. Leaning against it, she closed her eyes and sighed, deeply, before speaking.

"Elliot, we can't do this. I can't let you transfer because of something that may or may not work out. What about your kids? You just got divorced for crying out loud."

Elliot got off the bed and walked over to Olivia. "Liv, I love you, and I know this will work, trust me. My kids love you, you know that, and Kathy has nothing to do with this. You and I both know it was over for years." He closed the distance between, trapping her between his body and the wall. He leaned over her body, placing his head in the crook of her neck, and took a deep breath, practically moaning at her scent. A mixture of vanilla lotion and lavendar body wash, which could only be described as Olivia. "Liv," he began, placing his face so close to hers, their lips brushed together, "do you love me?"

Olivia was scared. She had never thought she'd have to admit how much she loved Elliot, yet her she was, dangerously close to a second kiss with the man of her dreams. She had spent her life afraid to let people in, after being let down by her mother, she only figured that if she let people get too personal, she'd be hurt, yet somehow things with Elliot were different. She had trusted him, after all, it was part of the job, but once they had become best friends, she knew she had gone too far over the line to look back. "Screw it" she thought, after all, Elliot was the only man she knew, who was worth risking everything, including her job, for. "Yes" she whispered, as she tilted her head, capturing her lips in another kiss.

Elliot placed his hands on her face, as Olivia's went straight to the back of his neck. This was kiss was different, it was slow, and sweet, like the first, yet, the two could feel the passion, and love behind it. It wasn't long, however, before the kiss became heated.

Elliot ran his hands down the front of Olivia's body, finally coming to rest on her hips, while she placed hers under his shirt, caressing his perfectly chissled body. She quickly opened her mouth, allowing his tounge entry, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Elliot placed a hand on the wall for support, as his other hand found its way to her ass.

Once oxygen was needed, the two pulled apart, smiling at each other, however each knew it wasn't over just yet. Olivia releashed her grip on Elliot's waist, as he pushed her harder into the wall. "Liv" he moaned, when he felt himself starting to harden. He moaned again, when she cupped him through his pants, a little surpised herself, at the size of the bulge.

Elliot attatched his lips to her neck, causing her to moan, as he trailed his hands down to the hem of her jeans. Before she could protest, he had her button and zipper undone, and was slipping a hand inside. "Elliot, what are-"

"Shh, just relax" he said, as he pulled his hands out. He recaptured her lips in another passionate kiss, as he began to grind into her, creating some much needed friction.

"Elliot" she moaned, closing her eyes. He placed his hand back in her pants, surprised at how wet she had become. They both groaned when he ran his fingers over her clit, causing her hips to buck a little. He took his hand out of her jeans, once again, and tangled his fingers in her hair.

Olivia had barley gotten the top two buttons of Elliot's shirt undone, when the two heard a familiar voice coming from the door. "Liv, I just wanted to - Oh my God!"

The two turned to see Fin in the doorway, his eyes wide, as he saw Olivia with her back against the wall, her pants undone, and Elliot with his shirt half undone. The two had been so wrapped up in each other, they hadn't even noticed the door to the cribs open.

Fin turned away, slightly embarassed to see the woman he considered a sister, like this. "You two better be damn glad that I wasn't Cragen. I just came up to see how you were doing."

Olivia quickly turned away from the door, as she zipped her jeans and fastened the button. "Yeah, we're good. Elliot apologized. We kissed and made up" she said, not realizing how much of that phrase was actually true.

"That's an understatement" Fin said from the door, still keeping an eye on Elliot, as he buttoned his shirt back up and tucked it in. "Well, if anyone asks, I didn't see a thing." Fin winked at the two before he walked downstairs, giving the news to everyone waiting, that the duo had talked everything out, and were fine.

It had been two weeks since the incident in the cribs, and neither of them had spoken about what had happened since that day. Olivia was starting to believe Elliot had lied, when he said he loved her, just to get her to forgive him. Of course, she knew he wasn't that type of guy, but something about the way things went, didn't seem right. She figured they would talk about it, when it had hit her. He had been such a tease to her, and come to think of it, the teasing hadn't stopped. She would catch him biting his lip, when he knew she was looking at him, or making suggestive movements.

She knew what she had to do. She had to get payback, and she had the perfect plan.

Olivia sat in her desk, finishing up her DD5, when she heard the three men walk back into the bullpen. She waited until Elliot took a seat at his desk, before looking up, and speaking. "Hey El, do you think you can drive me home tonight?"

Elliot's head snapped up when he heard his partner's voice. It had been the first time in two weeks, that she had talked to him, without it being a necessary thing. "Uh, yeah, of course" he said with a wink, turning to the guys.

Olivia smiled, as she stood up to retrieve her paperwork. "Oh yeah" she thought, as she took a seat, watching Elliot from the corner of her eye, "payback's a bitch."

Damn! What did you guys think?

What is Olivia going to do? Teehee, I'll tell you now, that the next chapter has smut ;)

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