Hello you beautiful people. Honestly, I have no idea where this story is going to go, and I know I have another story that I started, but I don't even know where to go with that one either! I've just started getting into writing, and I'm trying to get better at it, but I love reading everyone else's work instead! ;)

As always, your favorite dynamic duo is back at it.

Dick Wolf owns everything. I just like to make them a little crazy.

xx

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6:58 pm, 16th Precinct.

"You are so goddamn stubborn." Olivia mumbled under her breath as she looked at her partner.

Elliot smirked and sat back in his chair.

"Would you look at who's talking?" He let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"You need to go home, and get in the tub and destress." Elliot laughed again and looked up at Olivia.

God, she was beautiful. He thought about her romantically more times in a day than he should have. His divorce had become final about six months ago, and he knew that him and Olivia still had unresolved tension but he didn't want to make her feel like she was a rebound for him.

Elliot hadn't been with anyone besides Kathy since high school, and when the thought of finally being with Olivia came to his mind, he felt like he was going to explode.

"And now you're not even listening to me." Olivia groaned and threw her pen at him, as he quickly caught it.

The detective smirked, "No, I'm not." He laughed honestly.

Olivia narrowed her eyes and grabbed her things. "I think I'm going to take you up on that, and I'm going home. I have wine and a bubble bath calling my name. Goodnight, Elliot." Olivia turned her heel and left the precinct.

Elliot couldn't keep his eyes off of her as she left and Fin snapped his fingers in Elliot's direction.

"You got it bad man, don't you?" He laughed as Elliot groaned. "You have no idea." He grunted and finished up his paperwork for the night.

9:30 pm, Olivia's apartment.

Olivia glanced at the clock and raised her brows in confusion as to who could be knocking on her door at this hour. She had just gotten out of the tub, her hair was still damp and she was only in leggings and a old NYPD sweatshirt. She glanced through the peep hole and groaned. "You have got to be kidding me." Olivia spoke as she opened the door to see Elliot standing there.

"Do you realize what time it is, Elliot?" Olivia asked a little annoyed by his presence.

Elliot smirked and leaned against the door frame and looked at the brunette. "Y'know, most people are happy to have company, or see their best friend. You haven't been happy to see me at all today, and I know I didn't do anything to piss you off… Today that is."

Olivia rolled her eyes and moved out of the doorway to let him in. "I'm fine, Elliot. Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to have dinner with Kathy to figure out custody?" She asked and sat down on her couch, picking up the glass of wine from her coffee table.

Elliot shrugged and sat next to her. "You're not fine, and she canceled. I shouldn't have expected anything less. I don't want to have to go to court, but she's barely letting me see my son." He sighed and looked at Olivia.

After Elliot and Kathy had divorced, he had put all of his trust into Olivia, and it wasn't easy. He knew that he could count on Olivia with his life, but lately she hadn't been herself. Elliot knew how much of a private person Olivia was and sometimes he wished she would just open up and talk to him like he would with her, but it was hard and he understood why.

"Look, Liv.." He looked at her and gently rubbed the back of her hand. "I don't know what's going on with you, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, okay?" He softly said as Olivia pulled her hand away.

"I don't want to talk. I told you I was fine." She spoke, her tone a little colder than she wanted.

"I'm sorry Kathy is being a bitch about this." She finished off her glass of wine as Elliot narrowed his eyes towards her.

"But when I call her a bitch you come to her rescue?" He laughed shaking his head and stood up. "I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, Olivia, but you better watch your fucking attitude."

"Excuse me?" Olivia stood up to meet his glare. "You come barging into my apartment when all I wanted was some peace and goddamn quiet, expect me to feel bad for you, and then tell ME I need to watch my attitude? In MY apartment?!" She argued back. "You act like I'm so lost all the time and I need your guidance and help and guess what, Elliot, I don't!" She yelled.

"I'm not going to tell you what happened at Sealview. I don't HAVE to tell you what happened at Sealview!" She shoved his chest angrily.

Elliot could see that she was still hurting. He hadn't know what happened that night, and he did respect her privacy, but he wanted to kill that son of a bitch. He knew something happened. She was different after she came back. It was different with any other undercover op. He wanted to comfort her, and he knew she was right when she said he felt like she was lost. Elliot needed badass Benson back, and he didn't know what to do.

"Olivia, please." Elliot gently grabbed her wrists from pushing him.

"Stop." She tried pulling away. As she pulled away, he pulled her into his arms. She couldn't help but sob uncontrollably.

"Liv." Elliot mumbled and kissed her forehead. He sighed and sat on the couch with her and rubbed her back. He hadn't seen her breakdown so easily and felt like there was nothing he could do.

Within a half hour, the crying had subsided and she was still resting against his chest. "I'm sorry, Elliot." Olivia softly spoke and pulled away from his body, instantly missing the connection. She wiped her cheeks and looked up at him. He had seen her so vulnerable and she had felt embarrassed. She had never let her emotions get in the way of anything, and with the undercover op going badly, she had a hard time of coping with her assault.

Before Elliot could say anything else, Olivia was straddling Elliot's lap and kissing his neck and along his jawbone. She didn't think, nor care about what they would be dealing with later.

Elliot's mouth found his way to Olivia's and kissed her with all he had. He wanted, no, needed her. "Fuck, Olivia." He mumbled against her lips as she sucked on his lower lip.

"Bedroom, now." Were her last words before the rest of the night was a blur.