A/N: I'm having issues with my other story. So I started a new one. It'll come to me. Just wait. Dude, yesterday I was trying to convince my Grandmother that Kathy is whore. You know, for sleeping with her own husband, when he should have been out sleeping with Olivia. I was like "What is this world coming to? Jordan! Tell Grandma that Kathy's a whore." Jordan immediately jumps up and goes "Kathy's a whore!" As loud as he can. He does my bidding, and I find that endearing.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. This saddens me.

Elliot had just arrived home, after several days without sleep. He was ready to fall into bed and forget about the rest of the world. As he had gotten about half way up the staircase, he heard his wife call his name.

"Elliot?"

He turned around, not happy at all that he had to walk back downstairs.

"What?"

"Um, I wanted to talk to you about something." Kathy told him as she gestured for him to join her in the kitchen.

Elliot reluctantly followed, dragging his feet. Once seated, Kathy looked at him from across the table, worry and anger written across her face.

"What's wrong?" Elliot asked.

Kathy simply pulled something out of her pocket and dropped it onto the table. It bounced once and settled on it's side. The sound it made was unnaturally loud. Like someone had just pounded on a gong, right next to his ear.

"What is that?" Kathy asked, all business.

Elliot tried to think quickly, tried to come up with an answer that would explain it all. The only answer that could do such a thing would be the truth. And the truth wasn't his best friend at the moment. It would only serve to get him in even more trouble.

"Answer me, Elliot."

Still, he didn't speak. Kathy got up from her seat, taking the object with her. She walked over to the garbage can and just as she was about to throw it in, Elliot spoke.

"No!" Elliot jumped up from his seat.

He quickly made his way over to Kathy, taking the shiny metal from her.

"Elliot, there has to be an explanation. Anything. Please?" She was starting to beg.

"It's probably exactly what you think it is." Elliot said.

He turned then, and moved toward the kitchen door. He didn't want to discuss it. It was supposed to be a secret. A secret he would have kept forever.

"Elliot!" Kathy called after him. "Where are you going?"

"To bed." Was his reply.

He managed to get his clothes off and into bed before Kathy appeared in the doorway. She was desperate for an answer. An answer that meant she had been wrong.

"Elliot, we have to talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about, Kathy."

"I can't believe you're saying that! You can't honestly expect me to act like I never saw it."

Elliot threw the covers off of his mostly naked body. Standing up, he looked at her, standing at the foot of the bed.

"What do you want me to say?" He asked.

"You bought it?"

"Yes." He answered truthfully.

"Why?" Her voice was quieter now. Sad.

"I..felt like I needed to. It wasn't something I planned. I was there. I bought it. That was the extent of my thought process."

"It's engraved. You had to be thinking something." Elliot was quickly growing tired of this conversation.

"It was a long time ago. I don't remember my every thought."

"That's bullshit, Elliot. You know what you were thinking. Perhaps exactly what it says?" She replied, her voice becoming loud again.

He was silent once again.

"Maybe I should leave." Elliot suggested.

"I think that would be wise." Kathy nodded in agreement.

Elliot got dressed as fast as he could, throwing a few changes of clothes into a suitcase. He left his house in search of a hotel. After driving around for over an hour, to clear his head, he pulled into the parking lot of a hotel. He picked this one because it was close to the precinct.

Elliot paid for his room and proceeded to get ready for bed. He climbed into bed and pulled the covers over his lower body. Before turning off the bedside lamp, Elliot looked down at the small metal object that had made him unwelcome in his home.

A ring. So small, but so meaningful. He shook his head, with a smile on his face as he caught site of the engraving. He really needed to work on his discreetness.

He turned off the lamp and scooted down in the bed. He fell asleep that night, peacefully. With a ring that told of his most secret thoughts, beside his bed.

O & E Forever.

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