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Summary: Olivia and Eliot finally reach the point where they can't hide thier feelings, but can they handle that on top of one of thier hardest cases ever. R&R
A/N: First story ever!!! I hope you like it!!! Better than summarymakes it soud. I'll update if people R&R.
Boiling Point
Chapter 1: Protection
"Benson!"
Eliot Stabler called through Olivia's apartment door for the eighth time. Eliot was beginning to get worried. Liv hadn't answered her cell, apartment phone, or the pounding on the door, and the two had a crime scene to get to. Eliot pulled her key from him pocket and slipped it into the lock quietly, not wanting to startle Liv if she was indeed home.
As Eliot stepped into her apartment, he heard music coming from the couch cushions. Eliot wandered over to the couch to find Olivia curled up under a blanket headphones blasting music.
"Well that explains it," Eliot thought.
Eliot laid a hand on Olivia's shoulder and gently shook, "Liv…"
Before he could get the rest of his sentence out he was on the ground Olivia's gun to his head.
"What the fuck Liv," Eliot said hands up in surrender.
"E? I'm so sorry," Liv said reattaching her gun to her belt. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment anyway?"
"We have a case and you didn't answer your phone."
"How'd you get in?"
"You key."
"That would work except I never gave you a copy."
"Top draw of your desk," Eliot said flashing a smile that could melt her heart.
"Seriously E?" "Don't touch my shit," she yelled even though she regretted it right after the words left her mouth.
He loved when she got angry. He knew she could care less about the key they were best friends. She just wanted to act all tough. She really made him melt inside, but he needed to contain himself. He had for nearly ten years; one more case wouldn't make a difference.
"Fine Liv now would you mind getting off me," even though he didn't mind it at all.
"Sorry," Olivia said blushing and climbing off.
God she loved being so close and looking into his deep blue eyes. She felt like she belonged there.
"Do you always sleep with your gun?"
"There has never been anything else to protect me," She said eyes darting to the floor as she walked out with her coat trusting Eliot to close the door behind him.
Eliot knew what she meant. She meant there wasn't anyone to protect her, and his heart dropped. Yeah, he was there at work as her partner to protect her, but they were so much more than partners; they were best friends that wanted more. It should be his warm arms around her at night for protection, not a cold metal gun strapped to her hip.