Olivia sat at her desk and stared at the headline of today's newspaper. It was her dirty little secret she worked very hard to keep unknown. Not even her best friend new. The voice of her partner interrupted her thoughts.

"Can you believe they let this maniac out?" Elliot questioned as he came into the squad room and held the newspaper up.

Olivia instantly sat up. "No." She cleared her throat. "It's crazy."

Elliot sat across her and opened the newspaper. "How does a guy with three murders only get 20 years?"

Olivia crossed her arms on her chest. "I heard the witness didn't want to testify."

Elliot nodded and kept reading. "Yeah. It says here his wife refused to testify."

Olivia looked up. "Does it say the name?"

"No. The press isn't allowed to publish her name. Supposedly she's connected to something. I don't know." Elliot shrugged. "Get ready to read more murder news about Sean Simms. He is a serial killer. He is not going to stop."

Olivia nodded and looked back at her work. She kept quiet almost all day until two men in nice suites came into the squad room. "Detective?"

She instantly looked up and recognized them. "Yeah?"

"Come with us." One instructed.

Elliot looked up. "And you are?"

One pulled out a badge. "FBI. Agent Johnson and Gillian." Johnson looked at Olivia again. "Detective."

Olivia got up knowing exactly what this was about.

Cragen came out of his office. "What's going on?"

"FBI. We need to speak to Detective Benson for a minute." Gillian answered. Olivia said nothing and followed them out.

They went to outside to a black Lincoln Navigator. Johnson went in, Olivia followed and Gillian after her.

Olivia took a deep breath. "This is about Sean?" She asked instantly.

Gillian and Johnson sat across her. "Yes." Gillian answered. "You probably heard he got out this morning?"

"Yeah. What does this have to do with me?" She asked even if she knew the answer.

"Olivia you're his wife. You know he will try to get in touch with you." Johnson spoke up.

She took another deep breath. "So?"

"We want you to be safe. Go away for a while."

"No." She answered sternly.

"What if he tries to hurt you?"

"He won't. I know Sean better then you do."

"Did you know he was a killer?"

"A killer? He killed another murderer, a rapist and a pedophile. It's not like he shot down someone innocent." She answered. "And another thing, he doesn't like to be called Sean the Sicko as the press named him. It's Sean Spencer Simms."

"If he gets in touch with you, call us. That restraining order still stands."

"I was 22 when it was issued. I am a grown woman, I can take care of myself."

"I'm not lifting it." Johnson ordered. "If he gets in touch with you, call us."

She stared at them for a second knowing they just wanted to throw him in jail again. "Fine. Anything else?"

"Be careful."

She said nothing and left the car. She went back to the squad room and sat in her seat.

Elliot noticed her staring blankly at the table. "What was that all about?"

"An old case I helped them with. No big deal." She went back to working. Elliot nodded and went back to work also.

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Later that night, Olivia walked to her apartment door holding a bag full of groceries. She pulled out her keys to unlock the door when she heard a voice behind her.

"Well, well, if it isn't the famous detective Benson."

She slowly turned around recognizing the voice. "What do you want Sean?"

Sean was leaning on the end of the hallway with his hands in his jean pockets. "Now is that the way to treat your husband?" He was taller than Olivia, had short black hair and blue eyes. He had a scruffy look and a strong set jaw.

Olivia rolled her eyes and unlocked her door. "Go away."

He walked over to her and leaned on the wall by her door. "Aren't you glad I'm out?"

"I don't want anything to do with you. You know that."

"Let me help you with that." He took the groceries from her. "Let me take you to dinner."

"No. You still have a restraining order. You shouldn't be in 100 feet from me. Go away-"

"Before what? You call the police? I did my whole twenty, I didn't get parole."

"I am the police." She grabbed the bag from him. "Leave." She ordered and went into the apartment. She attempted to close it.

Sean put his foot in the doorway and kept it open. "I'm trying to be nice Olivia. Let me talk to you. Please."

She put the groceries down. "Fine. Two minutes." She crossed her arms on her chest.

"You forgot your manners also? You're not going to let me in?"

"No. One minute."

Sean smiled and nodded. "Ok." He had a huge smile that Olivia adored. It took all the energy in her not to smile when he did. One of the reasons she fell in love with him, he always made her smile no matter what.

"Talk Sean." She ordered.

"Well." He spoke up very loudly so her neighbors could hear. "I can't believe my wife won't let me in. Me, Sean-" Olivia instantly covered his mouth knowing what he was trying to do.

She pulled him into the apartment and closed the door. "Asshole." She mumbled and pushed him on the chest. "What do you want from me?"

"You're my wife."

"Ex-wife." She stated.

"Not legally. We never divorced." He corrected. "I still love you."

"Well I don't love you. You're a murderer."

"Now is that a nice thing to say?" He shook his head and went to the fridge. "I'm trying to be polite over here and you go and call me a name. That's not nice."

"I don't care. I don't want a killer in my apartment. Leave." She ordered angrily.

"There you go with the names again." He opened the fridge and looked through it. "Very unnecessary and uncalled for." He opened some leftover containers. "Wow baby, when was the last time you had a nice home cooked meal?"

"Don't call me baby, I'm not your baby anymore." Olivia stared at him.

He glanced at her. "You have a boyfriend? Have you been cheating on me cupcakes?"

"Yes I have. No boyfriend though." She smiled. "Having affairs with a lot of one night stands is way more fun."

He rolled his eyes. "Alright. I forgive you." He took some food and sat down in her kitchen. "So, how's life?"

"None of your business."

"You are not nice at all." He shook his head. "I miss nice Olivia."

"I miss my old husband, not the killer."

He looked up at her. "You know I'm still nice right? I was nice when I killed those people. They deserved it." He smiled. "You agreed with me."

"I was a different person Sean."

"Me too." He pretended to be shocked. "Now let's be our happy selves like we used to and have fun, rough sex."

She opened the door. "Get out of my apartment."

He laughed. "I'm kidding. C'mon." He shook his head and began eating. "You're acting like I'm some selfish asshole."

"You are."

"No I'm not. I was never selfish when it came to sex. Have I ever forced you to do something you didn't want? No. Me in jail didn't change anything."

"You forced me to keep going without you." She whispered. "You promised the night we got engaged that you would always be there for me. You weren't there for me for twenty years Sean. What am I supposed to say? It's ok baby? It's not."

He slowly got up and tried to give her a hug but she pushed him away. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Don't." She wiped her tears away. "I moved on from you. Don't make this harder."

He nodded a little. "You want me to leave? I'll leave."

"Finish your food." She wiped her eyes again and went to the bathroom.

He sat down and kept eating. Olivia came out a couple minutes later and sat down across him. She kept staring at him. He took a bite from his sandwich, opened his mouth and crossed his eyes. Olivia smirked a little and looked away.

He got off his seat and went over to her. He sat down in her lap and put his arm around her neck. "I'm here for you now. I love you, you know that. I'm not letting anything come between us again. I promise." He kissed her cheek. "Can I at least make you dinner? You can't eat doughnuts all the time you know?" He smirked.

She pushed him off her lap. He fell on the ground and laughed a little. She sat down on him and laid down in his arms. "This doesn't mean I forgive you."

He stroked the back of her hair. "I know. You just want contact right?" She nodded. "Me too." He whispered and held her.

They laid silently on the floor just holding each other for almost an hour.

Olivia was half snoozing and Sean was just looking at her. He gently rubbed her back. "C'mon." he whispered and sat up slowly. He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He put her down and brushed her hair away.

She opened her eyes. "Thanks."

"For what?"

She shrugged. "Letting me hug you."

He smiled. "Silly." He kissed her forehead. "Bye."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go check into a hotel. Find an apartment in the morning or something." He whispered. "Do you need anything else?"

"No." She shook her head. "You realize no one is going to let you stay in their hotel right? Everyone in New York reads the paper."

He nodded. "You're right. Motel it is." He smiled. "Goodnight."

"Wait." She sat up. "You can sleep here tonight."

"Sure?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "Not in my bed though. The couch."

He nodded. "You still don't trust me?"

"No." She answered bluntly.

He nodded again. "At least you're honest. And you wouldn't be letting me stay in your place if you didn't trust me."

"I trust you a little. Not like I used to." She answered. "There is an extra pillow and blanket in the closet by the bathroom. Goodnight." She turned to the other side.

"Thanks." He left the room and gently closed her door. He got the pillow and blanket and sat down on the couch and began taking off his clothes to get comfortable. He felt something under the cushion. He put his hand under and instantly felt the cold steel of a gun. He pulled it out and placed it under his jeans.

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The next morning, Sean was in the kitchen making breakfast for her. He had on his jeans and a white tank top. The gun he found was tucked in the back of his jeans.

He suddenly heard the front door unlock. He took a step back and gripped the gun but didn't pull it out.

Elliot opened the door and came in. "Olivia?" he called out. She was already two hours late for work and wasn't answering her phone.

Sean moved to the side and gently pulled out the gun. He didn't trust anyone except Olivia.

Elliot pulled out his gun hearing noises in the kitchen but no answer from his partner. He slowly walked over with his gun ready. He stopped in his tracks seeing Sean Simms standing in the kitchen with a gun in his hand. Elliot instantly lifted his gun up. "Freeze."

Sean instantly pointed his own gun at the stranger. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Detective Stabler. Where is she?"

"Who? And don't you know that trespassing is Illegal in all fifty states detective?" Sean kept his aim on the detective's chest.

"Where is Olivia?"

"Why? Are you her boyfriend?"

"What the hell did you do to her you sick son of a bitch?" Elliot demanded.

"Was that necessary?" Sean shook his head. "Why do you have to call me that huh? I have feelings too you know?"

"Tell me where she is or I blow your head off." Elliot took a step closer.

"You going to shoot me?" Sean smiled. "You would have done it already." He shook his head. "Are you her boyfriend? I know she likes blue eyes but didn't know she started liking guys with receding hairlines."

Elliot cocked the hammer of the gun. "Where is she?"

"Sleeping." Sean answered and cocked the hammer on his gun also. "You shoot me and I shoot you. Don't even think about it detective. Why do you have a key to her apartment?"

"She gave it to me."

"Oh the relationship must be going good then." Sean nodded. "Does she still like it rough in the bedroom?"

Elliot gripped the gun even more. He didn't like people insulting Olivia, she was his best friend. "Why are you in her apartment?"

"I'm her husband." Sean smirked. "Sorry Sparky, she's taken."

"What?" Elliot raised an eyebrow.

Olivia's bedroom door opened. She stopped in her tracks at the sight. Her partner was aiming at her husband and her husband had his gun pointed at her best friend. "What the hell is going on?"

"Do you know this guy?" Elliot asked. "Personally."

"Yeah." Olivia went over to Sean. "Put the gun down Sean." She ordered. He didn't move. "Now." He put the gun down right away. She grabbed it from him. "Stealing my gun." She mumbled and put it under the sofa again.

Sean stared at Elliot with his gun still pointed at him. He instantly grabbed a knife. "Put the gun away man, I don't like guns pointed at me."

Elliot didn't move.

"Elliot put the gun down." Olivia ordered. "He is fine, put it down."

Elliot didn't listen and took another step closer to Sean. Sean instantly grabbed the gun and grabbed Elliot. He wrapped his arm around his neck and put the knife to his neck. "I warned you." Sean whispered. "Don't point guns at me pretty boy."

"Sean!" Olivia yelled instantly. "Let go of him."

Sean looked at Olivia and then Elliot. He let go of him and moved away. "You're not getting the gun back though."

Elliot stared at him. Olivia went over and grabbed the gun away from her husband. She gave it to Elliot. "No more pointing guns at him." She ordered. "Go wait in the car."

Elliot went outside as ordered.

Sean just stood there with the knife still in his hand. Olivia walked over to him and slapped him across the face with all her energy. He instantly dropped the knife and grabbed his cheek. "Ow." He groaned. "What was that for?"

"Stealing my gun." She stated. She slapped him again. "That was for pointing my gun at my partner." He took a step back. She moved closer and kicked him in the crotch. He instantly fell to the ground holding himself. "You know what that was for."

Sean rolled around on the ground for a minute or two. "For loving you?"

She looked over at him again. "You want me to kick you again and remind you?"

"No." He mumbled and sat up. "You weren't violent like this before, except the bedroom."

"Things change." She stated and walked away. "And so did the love making." She went into her room and closed the door.

Sean got off the ground. "Love making?" He called over. "Since when do you call it that?"

She came out of the room in jeans and a bra. "Since you left."

"I didn't leave." He opened the fridge and found a bag of peas. "You mind?" He undid his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. He placed the frozen bag on his crotch and let out a deep breath. "Oh heavenly Jesus."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Gross." She found a sweater and pulled it on. "Are you going to get out of my apartment now?"

"Yeah." He nodded a little. "Give me a minute."

"I don't have a minute. I'm late." She grabbed her holster and badge. "Lock the door on your way out." She stated and left the apartment.

She went downstairs and got in the passenger seat with her partner. Elliot looked over at her. "Drive." She stated.

He began driving. "You want to tell me why Sean Simms said he was your husband?"

"No."

"C'mon Liv, you can't hide this."

"Sure I can, I hid it for twenty years." She kept staring straight forward.

"So he is your husband?"

"Yes." She finally answered. "We got married when I was 20. We were married for two years before he killed those people."

"And you let him stay at your place? A killer?"

"You wouldn't understand." She looked out the window.

"Try me."

"He…he isn't a cold blooded killer."

"He killed three people." Elliot looked over at him. "That's a serial killer."

Olivia shook her head. "No. He knew those people." She let out a deep breath. "When Sean was fourteen, he was at boot camp in Philadelphia. Three people broke into his house here, killed his father, raped his mother and little sister and killed them also."

Elliot glanced at her. "Three people? The three people that he killed?"

"Yes. The detectives finally found a lead for the case when we were in our two years of marriage. They couldn't charge them on the rape cause of statue of Limitations. Sean took the law into his own hands."

Elliot nodded. "That's why you didn't testify against him? You supported his murders?"

"I didn't support it." She shook her head. "I just…I couldn't help someone throw my husband in jail."

"And you let him sleep in your apartment? You really do take off the badge when you go home." He smirked.

"If it was anyone else, I wouldn't have. Sean has a weak spot. It's me. He wouldn't do anything to me."

Elliot nodded. "Other than steal your gun?"

"Hey, it's your fault you didn't listen to me." Olivia shook her head. "Never listen to the rules Stabler."

Elliot smiled and kept driving.