Disclaimer: Ooh! Mine mine mine! No? Darned it. Fine. Not mine. Dickie's.

Author's Note: Well...I just had to do another one shot. I am addicted to them. And it's all Whatsername007's fault. Because she hasn't updated Phone Calls and so I have copy and pasted what is already done onto a Word document and continuously read it. Sad? Yea. Funny? Definately. But, does it give me ideas? Hells yes!

Author's Note2(IMPORTANT!): Okay, set after Philadelphia. For my story's sake let's say that Kathy and Elliot never got divorced or seperated, just fought a lot. Thanks! R&R!

I, Elliot Stabler, rolled over in bed and sighed. I then glanced at my wife of over twenty years. I felt awful. I had just had the most amazing dream ever. And, it was rated XXX. But, the star surely hadn't been the blonde beside me. I had been having the same dream (well almost, some of the uhm...happenings...were a little different each time) since she had met her brother. Well, more like since we had, once again but for the first time since she had gotten back from her little FBI stint, almost stepped over that little invisible line between friends and more than that. In fact, if you hadn't known better, a stranger would've thought us a seriously dating, if not married, couple.

Jesus Olivia! What are you doing to me? Yea, Olivia Benson. You know her. Silky aurburn hair. Big, chocolate colored eyes. Olive toned, smooth, beautiful skin. Curves to die and/or kill for. She's got these lucious lips that I would beg to her for, for just one taste. All in all, she's beautiful. God must've been in one damn good mood the day he thought her up.

I roll over again and scoot out of bed, careful not to wake Kathy. I pull on a pair of sweats just in case and head downstairs. I reach the kitchen and pick up my wallet out of my coat pocket. Kathy and my kids never look in here so this is where I keep them. Them being the things that I can always look at when I'm thinking of her, daydreaming of her, an wanting her. I push the 6 or 7 bills towards the front and pull the pictures and folded papers out.

The first picture is about two and a half months ago at the New Years party. We hadn't yet really forgiven each other but we still partied like every year. Kathy never would let the kids come so I was free to flirt and dance with Olivia as much as she would let me. In the picture it must've been later in the night. I could tell from our clothing. She was wearing a black skirt that hit right above the knee and a red, three quarter sleeved shirt, with a v-neck that clung to her tightly. Her shawl had been discarded in favor of dancing. With me. I felt so proud. I was wearing a navy blue, long sleeved dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to right below my elbows and black dress pants. My tie was no longer tied tightly, but wrapped around, get this, Olivia's neck. No lie. God we were drunk. She had started by pulling me around by it and when I had taken it off she opted to put it on. It didn't just hang there though. When we got up to dance she had tucked it safely into the v-neck of her shirt. Needless to say, no one but me had touched it since she had taken it off.

I smiled at the memory and flipped to the next picture. She and I, just last month at the Valentine's Party. We had fully made up by then and we were each other's "dates." She wore a classic "little red dress." V-line cut that showed off some tantilizing cleavage, tied behind her neck, and hit just around mid thigh. She had these classic "Hooker Heels" on that made me want to drop on the floor and take her right there. I was wearing a black pin-stripe suit, but had lost my coat, my tie loosened, and if I remember right, it was done by Olivia. She really has to have her way with my ties. Still haven't figured that one out.

I remambered I had felt bad when I realized that I was thinking about what a cute couple we would make. Then I felt even worse the next night as I looked through the pictures I had just got printed and saw one of Liv and Casey's five year old neice. She was so good with kids. It was then I thought about what our kids would look like and what a great mom she would make. Like I said, I felt awful.

The next picture was just of the whole squad. Don, or Dad as we resently had taken to calling him, with a hand on Liv's shoulder in a fatherly gesture. Fin leaning against a desk smiling at Olivia. John standing beside him, doing the same thing. I remembered that she had just told a story about when she was in her teens and had gone out drinking. Illeagally, miond you, and had gotten caught. Olivia and I sat in the front on our desk chairs. I was facing forward, an impossible smile on my face and Liv's feet were propped up on my lap. She sat sideways but with her face turned towards the camera, smiling the same smile I was. It looked like we both knew a secret that no one else could ever know or understand. I loved it.

The next thing I came to was a slip of paper. It was a note Olivia and I had passed one day right after we had made up. It said:

Liv-

So, whatcha doin tonight?

-El

El-

Nothin. U?

-Liv

Liv-

Nope. Nothing here. The family's at Kathy's parent's for the weekend.

-El

El-

Oh. Fun, fun. Hey, you wanna grab some dinner?

-Liv


Liv-

Sure! Sounds great! We haven't talked much lately anyway. It'll be good to catch up:P

-El

El-

Yea, I know. Work's been hectic. So, you drive tonight and how about you pay too? Hahahaha!

-Liv

Liv-

I don't think so. We're so sharing.

-El

The El-iminator-

Yea, whatever. You know you'll end up doing both 'cuz you love me just as much as I love you!!!! And see? I'm letting you take me to dinner! So that means I love you a bunch! So how 'bout you let yourself pay? Kissey kissey!
3 Livvy Baby 3

Livvy Baby-

Yea, I know. Spolied brat.

3 The El-iminator 3

As I read over the note, I smiled. I remember that night. It was playful banter all night long and when I dropped her off she had leaned over and kissed my cheek giving me a playful wink over her shoulder and chuckling at what I could only guess was my facial expression as a response.

The next note was about the same as the last and though I cherished them all, I cherished the first one most. It was the first time we had admitted we loved each other. Even if it was only in a friendy way.

I glanced again at the picture of us at the Valentine's Dance and smiled. Then and there I came to a huge conclusion that I'm sure half of Manhattan and Queens probably already has realized. What? You ask. Well, here it is. Not only do I love Olivia Benson, I, Elliot Stabler, am in love with Olivia Benson.

Now I just have to figure out how to tell her that and not ruin 5 lives.