Elliot didn't know what it was. She just started rambling about the meds and the case like that was really what she wanted to say. He had asked her what was her problem and she just started rambling. It wasn't like he could forget what had been said. What was it again?

"I get you're on the rebound and everything but if you could keep it out of work that'd be great."

The point was it wasn't like he didn't see the faces she'd make from the corner of his eyes. He saw it in her eyes.

He admits, maybe he was flirting a little but if it got her attention then he thought he was maybe doing something right. Elliot couldn't flat out tell her that he had feelings for her. How would that even go? It wasn't like he was going home to anyone. No wife. No kids. No nothing. He goes to work every day and there she is.

Elliot's headed to her place now. He heard that Miranda committed suicide, the voices finally took over. Knowing Liv, he knows she'd blame herself, thinking that she could protect everyone when really she couldn't. He pulls up in front of her building. Her light isn't on.

" Maybe she's in her bedroom? Maybe I shouldn't go up?". He finally takes the keys out of the ignition and gets out the car.

………………………………..

Olivia is pacing her living room, trying figure out where this all went wrong. She'd push Miranda too hard. The voices would have still been calmer if she hadn't taken her to the library. On top of everything else, she had basically told Elliot not to have romance in the precinct and on the job but truly, she wanted it, with him.

The radio in her apartment isn't on full blast but she can hear every word coming out the speakers.

"Find me here, and speak to me I want to feel you I need to hear you".

She stops instantly. Oh how she loved this song. The words were all she feared, Elliot showing up after a hard case, her consoling him and her wanting him to not say he'd better get going. Right now, she desperately didn't want him no where around.

She hears a car pull up on the curb in front of her building. She rushes over and peak out the window.

"Shit" she mumbles. That's one thing she loved but hated about him. He always knew when to worry about her, not that she didn't like it but this wasn't the time. Olivia runs to her couch and flops down.

"He doesn't her any movement, he'd think she was in bed" she thought to herself.

TWO knocks, not THREE comes from her door.

Her mind begins race. She really does want to open it but she doesn't want to. She shakes her head, gets off the couch and heads to the door. She hears some soft mumblings, so she doesn't answer the door quite yet, she just listens...

"Olivia maybe I was getting into her but its only because…because…NO NO..um...., Liv are you okay….NO NO GET TO WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY STABLER OKAY.. Olivia..no rebound..Just you …."

She startles him by whipping open the door.

"What…" she whispers to him, barely audible, but wanting him to continue. He just stands there. His eyes locked on hers, speaking a million words but all she hears is

"And how can I stand here with you, and not be moved by you"