Hello I'm Marnie and I come from the UK. I've been watching Law and Order Special Victims Unit for a while now and one character that fascinates me is Dr George Huang. I just feel like there is so much we don't know about him and in this fic I would like to write what I believe could be or is…

I have to admit I am not a religious watcher of the show so there may be parts where you think "Hang on, what is she on about?" but please for the sake of the story just continue reading – I hope to make it worth your while. Also any comments, reviews and criticism or ideas will be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer – I don't own any of the characters apart from the ones I created. Also I can't really take credit for the title as it is lyrics in the song Emma Kate's Accident by Bloc Party – well worth a look up.

So let's get on with it shall we...

There's a difference in loving and being in love

Chapter One – Work as usual

I arrive at the office at nine in the morning as usual and not a lot is going on. Elliot and Olivia are talking to one another about a case involving a man who was attacked in an alleyway, and the others are having their coffee.

"Hey George, can you come here for a second?" Olivia says standing the doorway of my office. I have just sat down – and I don't want to get up.

"Sure" I reply with none of my feelings exposed.

"He's jittery and confused" Olivia says as she and I observe one of the men behind the mirror.

"Do you know what happened?" I ask.

"No he won't say, I was hoping for your opinion" She looks at me with that look.

"Ok" I say in defeat. I love my job but sometimes I feel used – it wouldn't be a first though.

"The verdict then?" Olivia says standing in front of my desk.

"Well he was defiantly attacked…"

"In the alleyway?"

"No. Some place closer to home"

"When you say closer how close do you mean?" She raises her eyebrow slightly.

"Family I suspect or a partner"

"Right, thanks George I owe you one"

"Just doing my job" I say smiling.

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The day is at its end and I am heading off. I have had two court proceedings today and four profiles – although I love my job I wish the work load were a little lighter at times.

I live on the other side of town, say roughly thirty miles away and it takes me about forty five minutes to and throw. It's a small two bedroom council run estate but I own my house outright. I brought it was the money my father left me in his will.

"Emerico I'm home!" I shout from the hallway.

"Is that you George?" He shouts back in his thick Spanish accent.

"Yeah it's me, come down" I shout again, a little closer to the stairs.

He comes into sight on the landing – bold and elegant in his black silk shirt. He has a natural ability to look amazing in anything without ever trying. His bone structure is so clearly defined, his mouth full without overpowering his face and his eyes are beautiful pools of chocolate truffles.

In one word he is breath-taking.

"How was your day at work?" He asks as he descends down the stairs.

"Same old you know…" I look into the kitchen which is open plan and see pots and pans littering the counters. "Have you been cooking?" I ask slightly surprised.

"Mm-mm, I thought you wouldn't want to when you return home from work" He answers. "Come on it is nearly ready"

He leads me through to the dining area which is in direct view of the kitchen.

"What are we having?" I ask with anticipation.

"Roasted red pepper with aubergine salad, Sangria and Lemon sorbet"

I lick my lips.

"Sound nice?" Emerico laughs cheekily.

"Mm-mm" I agree.

I love it when we do this sort of thing – it makes me feel like we are a normal couple, it makes me forget Emerico's dark days…

Sorry it was such a short chapter but I hope you liked it! Please review as you see fit!