Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't own LAOSVU, I don't own Bono, I don't own U2, or anything else.

A/N: Okie dokie, so my two most favorite things in the world are U2 and Law & Order: SVU. So, I decided to make a fic that centered around those two topics and kind of mixed them together. I'm really excited for this story because I love everything in it so much. I hope you enjoy it! (:

"Hey, El, do you know the band U2?" Olivia asked as she stood up to leave the precinct. It was 11:00 p.m.; they both should have left hours ago. But when you were as dedicated as they were, 7:00 p.m. wasn't a good time to leave work.

"'Course I do. Who over the age of thirty doesn't?" he replied, smiling and standing up.

"Well, I got tickets to them, but I got two.." she said, smiling.

"I didn't even know they were in New York. Half the time they're in Argentina or Ireland," Elliot said.

"They're here for a while. They're my favorite, so I got tickets, but I didn't want to go alone. Who wants to go to a concert alone? I was hoping I'd find a date by now, but hey, I'm not the most fortunate person when it comes to men. You want to go? It's tomorrow night starting at 7:00," Olivia explained.

"That'd be awesome, Liv. I can't believe you could get tickets to U2. They're one of the most expensive bands I can think of...I mean, after that beaver kid and Taylor Swiff."

"It's Taylor Swift," Olivia chuckled.

"Oh," Elliot replied, smiling at his mistake. "Want a ride home?"

"Sure. Thanks," Olivia answered.

They walked out together and got in Elliot's car, Olivia feeling more eager than she thought she should feel to go to a U2 concert with Elliot.

"They're really, really good tickets," Olivia emphasized as Elliot drove away from the precinct.

"Really? How much did you pay for mine? I can't let you pay for a ticket for me to a band that expensive," Elliot said.

"Elliot, I already paid for them. I just had an extra ticket. You are not paying for it. It's my treat," Olivia protested.

"Treat? A treat is an ice cream sundae, not a concert ticket to one of the most expensive bands in the world."

"Oh, come on, you deserve it. You do a ton for me. Now I get to pay you back," she said.

He glanced at her. He wasn't going to give this up just yet. "No way, Liv. You're not paying. I'll feel guilty forever. You can pay for your ticket."

"I'm paying. Drop it unless you don't want to go," Olivia acquitted, a smile playing across her lips.

Elliot looked out the windshield. "Fine, but I owe you."

It was really kind of funny because usually, people said, "Fine, but you owe me." Not them, though. They were too generous when it came to each other.

Olivia reached into her bag and pulled out a U2 CD she had with her. She'd been listening to it a lot because she wanted to know all of their songs really well when she went to the concert.

She plopped it in the CD player on the radio and played the first song on the album, Sunday Bloody Sunday. She loved this song. It was her favorite U2 song, next to Miracle Drug and Pride(In The Name Of Love). Bono, the lead singer of U2, was the most amazing and political person she'd ever heard of. She couldn't wait for this concert, and Elliot going with her made it ten times better.

"Hey, have you eaten?" Olivia asked over the amazing music emanating from the radio.

"Nope. You want to stop somewhere?" Elliot asked.

"That'd be great. I'm starving," she replied.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked.

"Uh...wherever you want. I say fast food."

"Take-out?"

"Yep. We can eat at my place. Kathy's probably already asleep anyway," Olivia pointed out.

Elliot nodded. Should he talk to her about what was going on between him and Kathy? Or should he just say quiet? He didn't have to debate over whether or not to tell her any longer, though, because Olivia could tell something was wrong.

"Ah...I mean...If Kathy wants you home, El, that's fine. It's no big deal...we can just get the food and you could drop me off," she assured him.

"I doubt she wants me home, Liv," Elliot answered, squeezing the steering wheel tightly.

"What?" Olivia asked with concern.

Elliot was quiet a minute. "We just...haven't really been getting along well lately. It's actually been like that for a while now. It hasn't been any really serious fights, but...we obviously aren't in love anymore. Not like we used to be."

Olivia stared at him, wanting him to explain further. She put her hand on his shoulder, encouraging him to keep talking. She needed to know if anything major was going on. He was her partner, she had to know everything about him.

Elliot, noticing her interest, continued. "I still care about her. She's the mother of my kids, she's a great person, I love her. But I'm not in love with her. The sparks just kind of...went away five years ago when we split for the first time. We got back together, but I was wrong to do that in the first place. I only went to her for comfort, because I was upset and sick of being alone and not having somebody to go home to. I guess I thought it would be easy. I don't know how you do it all the time," he said, glancing over at her sympathetically.

Olivia rubbed his arm gently. She noticed that now, of all times, the song Miracle Drug came on. Her very favorite song, the one that also happened to be a sad song. It went perfectly with what Elliot was telling her. Well, not really. But the tune was as sad as his voice.

"Elliot...it's...different for me. I'm used to being alone, so it's not hard. When I was younger, all I wanted was to be alone because the few people I knew were bad people. But you...you know what it's like to...have family. I'm almost glad I missed out on everything. At least now if I ever do get family, I'll be really grateful for it," Olivia admitted.

"You'll get family, Liv," Elliot said.

Olivia dropped her hand from his arm and looked forward and shook her head. "No I won't. If it was going to happen, it should've happened ten years ago."

Elliot wanted to tell her that he was her family, and he didn't want to drop it, but this conversation was getting really risky for them. They never opened up like this, and they really didn't need to. It just made things between them more awkward each time, because they both knew that there was a whole lot more to them than friendship, and they just didn't want it to show.

They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Elliot broke the silence by asking, "So what do you want to eat?"

Olivia smiled. "How about a dog at Gray's Papaya?"

"Sounds great. Hardly anywhere else is open anyway, now that it's..." he paused, looking at the clock. "12:15."

"Yeah," Olivia said, hearing an icky U2 song come on and changing the song. Most of their songs were awesome, but a few of them from their Zooropa album weren't too great. But that wasn't a big problem, because they just didn't play those songs in concert. Olivia listened to the familiar beginning of I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For. She debated with herself over whether or not she should sing in front of Elliot, and finally agreed on humming the tune. She'd have to get used to singing at least a little, because at concerts with 80,000 people, you practically screamed the lyrics in the air.

"Do you know this song?" Olivia asked.

Elliot looked at her like she was crazy. "All U2 fans know this song. I know almost every one of their songs, except the ones on the Zooropa album," he said.

She thought it was funny that he mentioned the Zooropa album when she'd been thinking the same exact thing a few minutes earlier.

"I can't wait. I love Bono," she confessed.

"Bono? The guy is a little bit...controversial, don't you think?"

"But that's what I love about him."

Elliot nodded. "I don't get too mixed up in that stuff. I just listen to the music."

Olivia stared at him. "Elliot, you can never understand how great the songs are until you find out their underlying political meanings."

"You sound like Munch," Elliot pointed out.

She ignored his comment and went on to tell him the meanings of all of their songs. Elliot half-listened. He wasn't actually all that fascinated by the "underlying political meanings" of their songs, but more by how smart Olivia seemed. She was using these big words, and she had everything down about Sunday Bloody Sunday and how it was about the Irish Revolution when unarmed civil rights marchers were shot and killed. He watched her perfect, glossed lips form the words and he watched the words tumble out quickly. He watched her beautiful facial expressions, listening to the music in the background, hoping that she thought he was really listening to her. She was so-

"Elliot?" Olivia asked, interrupting his thoughts, "Did you hear me? I mean, don't you think it's horrible? There were two investigations on the Bloody Sunday 1972, but no arrests were ever made because the killers were British soldiers."

Elliot nodded. "Yeah, that's awful," he agreed.

They finally pulled up at Gray's Papaya at 12:40, and went inside. Not surprisingly, they were the only people there. They both ordered a big hot dog and sat down. They'd decided against eating at Olivia's apartment because they were so hungry. They were silent the whole meal because they were busy eating. They had both been starving, and they were feeling a lot better when they left. They went to Olivia's apartment and they were both wondering whether or not Elliot would go up and visit with her for a while before leaving.

"You want to come up?" Olivia offered.

Elliot thought about this for a minute. "Yeah, sure. For a little while, I guess," he replied, getting out of the car and walking her up to her apartment.

When they got up there, they weren't sure what they wanted to do anyway. They both just knew that they weren't tired yet and weren't in the mood to be alone. So Olivia pulled out a U2 concert DVD and they watched it on her tv. Sitting on the couch, they watched as Bono cradled the microphone and sang to the thousands of U2 fans.

After a while of watching the DVD, Elliot fell asleep. Olivia continued to watch. She felt herself getting really tired, but she was too exhausted and lazy to get up. As hard as she tried not to, she found herself asleep on Elliot.

A/N: Review, review, review! Please note that if I made a mistake on the facts of Bloody Sunday 1972 or anything else, this is fiction, and I don't know everything about these things. And I would strongly recommend U2's music. It's awesome. Everybody should give it a listen. ;)