AUTHOR'S Note: the character's are not mine they belong the Mr Wolf, I've just borrowed them to kill time on a Saturday afternoon.

This is my first story, AU but very EO. Hope you enjoy

12 Years Earlier

"That was better then I could have imagined," the 15year old Olivia said.

"Best first time ever, I love you baby," Elliot replied spooning his girlfriend.

"I love you, too," she mumbled as she fell into slumber

There laid 15 year old Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson sated in post-coital glow. After being best friends for the majority of their lives, a relationship slowly developed, and then love, finding comfort from the outside world in each other.

With Elliot, Olivia found an escape from an alcoholic mother and with Olivia, Elliot found solace in the fact that there was one person in the world who understood him. Coming from a mother who was off with the pixies most of the time and a father who believed in parenting with an iron fist, Elliot was happy have someone that he could share his everything with. Little did they know how it was all about to change…

Several hours later they awoke to a thumping on Elliot's bedroom door. "OLIVIA BENSON GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"

"Oh shit, I totally lost track of time, she's gonna kill me," Olivia whispered.

"How does she even know you're here?" he replied grabbing for his clothes.

"El, you're the only friend I have in this world, where else would I be?" she grumbled hooking on her bra.

"WHAT'S THE PROBLEM MS BENSON?" Elliot yelled over the banging.

"I KNOW SHE'S IN THERE YOU IDIOT, AND IF SHE'S NOT OUT HERE AND IN THE CAR IN 10 SECONDS I'M KNOCKING THIS DOOR DOWN."

"I love you El, I'll call you later,"

"Liv you don't have to leave,"

"I wish I didn't have to leave, I promise I'll call you as soon as I can. I love you! No regrets baby," she kissed him as she ran out the door.

"I love you too, no regrets,"

It would be twelve years before they spoke again…

Three Days Ago Boston

Persephone James sat at her desk in filling out DD5 when Dean Porter walked on in with a swagger in his step.

"I've got good news," he stated with a smug look on face, "Ding Dong the witch is dead!"

"What are you on about Porter?" Persephone questioned, "It's late, I'm pulling a double SPEAK ENGLISH."

"There was an accident, you're mother fell down the stairs at Grand Central, she's dead," he smiled.

"Does this mean what I think this means?" she started to rise from her chair excitedly.

"You can finally go home to New York, be yourself again, welcome back Olivia!" She jumped up and hugged him, squealing impatiently, until she stopped suddenly, feeling light headed she fell back into the chair.

"I can't… what if… Oh my God" her breathing was getting short and sharp, "Its been twelve years what if… I mean we were kids, he probably doesn't even remember. I can't go back there, my life here is not so bad, no I'll stay here. He will have a whole other life now. Thanks for everything Dean I appreciate it, but I think I'm going to stick around here for a while."

"Olivia, you can't this is government money your living on here, they don't pay after the threat is dead. We have your job all organised, you have a hotel room for two weeks while you find an apartment and then that's it. Persephone James is no more, you have to go back to New York. You have to go back to being Olivia Benson."

"But what if I've forgotten how to be Olivia?"

"You just have to be yourself, everything else will fall into place.

Present Day New York

The journey home was a long one, too long for Olivia's liking, it gave her too much time to think back on her life, on everything that had happened in the last 12 years and everything that she had missed. It had been 12 years since she had seen the New York skyline, 12 years since she had caught the subway and 12 years since she had seen the one person in this world who truly understood her, but 12 years is a long time, the twin towers had fallen and the world had changed, what's to say Elliot hadn't done the same. He was probably married now, had a couple of kids, lord knows he was a catch, he probably hardly remember a girl who left his life before it had started.

She rented the first apartment she looked at; it was reasonably priced and close enough to work. If she was honest with herself it was just all to much effort and she needed something before she started work tomorrow, not that she was looking forward to it, but as Porter had made clear she didn't have much choice. All she wanted to do was find Elliot and see if they could continue where they left off. In her heart of hearts she knew that could never happen, too much time had lapsed, she had left without a trace, but she needed to hold onto hope, hope that he was still out there holding a candle like the one she held for him.

The next day Elliot groaned as he rolled over and shut off his alarm, ever since Jo left to go off to law school, he had been working alone and quiet frankly he was sick of it. Just as he was dozing back to sleep a voice down the hall got him up. "Daddy, I'm hungry."

"Coming sweetie," he griped, as he got up and began his daily routine. He gets up, gets his daughter breakfast before having a shower while she gets dressed. Then they head off to school and work. It had been the same routine for the past 8 years, they had it down to an art.

When he arrived at work Elliot, just like every other morning, grabbed a coffee, slumped in his chair and logged on to his computer.

It was around midday when a striking Brunette walked in, while he didn't get a good look he definitely wanted to see more. She spoke briefly to one of the uniformed officers then proceeded quickly to Captain Cragen's office.

"Hey Munch, who was that?" he asked his fellow detective.

"No idea, maybe your new partner," he teased.

"I wish," he said to himself.

Twenty minutes later Elliot was called into the captain's office. "Yes sir," he walked in, seeing the back of the brunette's head.

"I'd like you to meet your new partner, Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson," the captain introduced. The brunette turned her head and the detectives stared into each other's eyes.

"You" they simultaneous whispered.

Up next, where did Olivia go? How will they work together?