-1I wrote this for a friend as she begged me to step out of my comfort zone and write SVU. Ater a long weekend in New York inspiration hit and I couldn't resist. Not entirely sure where it's going but hopefully someone other than Michelle will like it.

TITLE: It's What You Do To Me

PAIRING: Elliott/Olivia

RATING: PG, maybe R later

SUMMARY: Is that a subtle don't go there

SPOILERS: We're a year behind in the UK so anything up to that is fair game.

DISCLAIMERS: Law and Order is strictly the genius of Dick Wolf so I can't take credit for the characters or the premise. The active imagination is all mine.

It's What You Do To Me

Chapter One

The squad room was already a hive of activity when Olivia arrived. The cleaning crew were going through the motions of emptying the never ending supply of trash and attempting to dust around the pile of paperwork the team seemed to create each day. The team itself were nowhere in sight, the bubbling coffee pot the only sign that they had been there. Munch and Finn she knew were due in court, testifying on a rape homicide that had been continued more than once. Glancing at the board she noted that Elliott had signed in or as so often was the case hadn't signed out the night before.

"Olivia."

"Captain," she said with a smile.

"Central Park, just west of the zoo. A jogger found a body tucked behind the rocks. Signs of interference. You and Elliott need to get over there."

"Have you seen him?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room.

He indicated with his head the stairs and the small room they used as a make shift home.

"He slept here?"

Cragen nodded, his concern masked. "Yeah, that needs to stop happening.

Leaving the captain, Olivia climbed the stairs in search of her partner. Opening the door, it took a minute or two for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and then she caught sight of him curled up on one of the bunks. She knew things were bad and it didn't take someone with the IQ of a rocket scientist to work out he and Kathy were having problems again. Not that he would admit it to her, instead they would try and work around it until something pushed him over the edge and then she would pick up the pieces.

Olivia closed the door behind her and made her way across the room, crouching slightly by the side of the bed. Lightly, she shook his arm, "Elliott."

He stirred but rolled over, turning away from her.

She allowed herself a small smile as he snored, the intimacy of the moment not lost on her. She always told herself that she cared about him because they worked together and because they were friends. It wasn't lost on her that there was a fine line between friendship and sexual attraction and that when they were alone, and she had the opportunity to observe him, his guard down, the line became very blurred. The all too familiar butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she continued to watch him sleep. Self denial, and she denied the fact that she wanted to jump him, was the only way to maintain their working relationship even if it left her frustrated.

Elliott stretched out his arm to get comfortable and the department issue blanket slipped revealing a little more of his well defined back she only normally got to wonder about through his shirts.

The temperature suddenly rising by several degrees in the room and remembering the case, Olivia placed her hand on his shoulder and tried to rouse him.

He rolled over and finally opened his eyes. Smiling, he asked, "Liv?"

"You sleep here?"

Elliott rolled over, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He adjusted his position until he could sit up, the sheet slipping further to reveal the fact he was wearing nothing but his shorts.

A smile quirked at Olivia's lips as she rose to her feet and turned away. "I'll meet you downstairs." She began to walk away, the image of his body burned onto her brain.

"I just didn't feel like driving home," he called after her, not wanting her to give him strange looks all day .

"Ok." Olivia never pried into his personal life. If he wanted to talk he did, if not they had become extremely good at pretending.

"No big deal."

"I'll be downstairs," she repeated, not wanting him to see what they both knew. The fact was she knew he was lying, and he knew she knew he was lying.

Elliott watched her go, wondering why he couldn't be honest with his partner when quite often his life depending on it. Rubbing his hand across his face, he stood up and set about getting dressed. Lying to her was one thing but at some point he knew he would have to stop lying to himself.