Hey people! This is my new story, it is called anger because I wrote it, a few minutes ago, when I was angry. I hope it is still good!! This one is one-hundred percently only related to putting Olivia and Elliot together!!! The intro is a little different than my usual, but whateva! Please, enjoy!!

Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

Anger

Weird, that's the only word that described Olivia's and Elliot's relationship. Why, might you ask, is it weird? Olivia and Elliot loved each other since the first day they met and both had been denying their feelings for seven years. Seven, long, drawn out, wonderful years.

Right now they were sitting at their desks thinking about each other. They both wanted to be with one another. They actually probably needed it, craved it? Heck yes.

Olivia glanced up, and started to shut the files. She wasn't going to quit, god forbid. She was just going to go home and do it. That was Olivia for you, spending all her most of her free time working.

"Packing up?" Elliot asked casually as if he hadn't been anticipating it, so he could ask her out.

"Yeah," Olivia said standing up and gathering the files.

"Are you taking those home?" Elliot asked

Olivia nodded with a look that said 'Um duh!"

"Liv, you're coming back tomorrow, and it's already pretty late." Elliot noticed

"Elliot it's eight o' clock," Olivia said with question in her stare.

"You haven't eaten yet, wanna go to the diner with me?" He asked

Olivia put the files down on the desk. "Sure."

Olivia and Elliot walked into their usual place for late night hunger. They sat down at the first booth where their usual server came up and put two menus on the table. Olivia took one and Elliot took the other. They didn't have to order drinks because the waitress already knew what they wanted.

Elliot was done figuring out what he wanted, so he put his menu down and was totally absorbed in how beautiful Olivia looked. She was almost forty and you wouldn't even know it because she was drop dead gorgeous with no wrinkles.

Pretty soon Olivia felt him staring at her, so she glanced up. "What you staring at Stabler?"

Elliot must have been really tired because he said, "Your beautiful face," before he even thought about it.

Olivia's look turned to suspicion for the second time that night. Olivia slightly moved her jaw to the side and leaned back.

"Yeah?" Olivia asked, "Not too bad yourself for nine thirty on a twelve hour day."

Elliot grinned, "Thank you."

The waitress came up and asked them what they'd be having. They both said, "The usual," and then laughed.

When they had almost finished their meal, Elliot noticed Olivia was looking a little tired. She had her elbows on the table and she was rubbing her forehead. She was taking in deep breaths and her eyes were closed. He tilted his head in confusion.

"Liv?" he asked

Her eyes fluttered open, she made a noise but Elliot couldn't tell if it was a moan or a hmm?

"Are you okay?" He asked

"The room is spinning, and I haven't had anything to drink." Olivia said getting a little crazy, gesturing with her forefinger.

"Are you sure, you seem, tipsy." Elliot said, he got up and went to the counter.

He saw the woman in the back washing dishes. She was silent and she had a glare that could cut you in two.

"Ma'am, did you give my friend anything to drink."

"No taste, no scent, alco-hall." She said with some kind of accent.

Elliot raised an eyebrow and went to the table. Olivia was definitely drunk, she was propped up on her hands, with a weird grin on her face.

"Ah fuck." Elliot said, sliding her out of the booth.

"El, what the hell." Olivia said drowsily, "My god I just rhymed."

Elliot shook his head as he helped her out to the car. He hoped to god that she would remember at least some of this when she woke up in his apartment the next morning.

Okay guys, let me know what you think. Should I not write when I am angry??? not write period what? Please!! Thank you!! Come again!!