Disclaimer: Nope. Dickie still hasn't let me even BORROW them yet. I doubt he ever will. And seriously, if they were mine do you think Kathy would be pregnant? Elliot would be going home? Elliot and Liv not even hugged on air ONE TIME? And really, do you not think that if I owned them El and Kathy would've been over in the first season and that by now Liv and El wouldn't have had a big bundling brood of kids? Really though? What do you think?

Author's Note: Well, I pretty much said it all there. The last three or four episodes sucked ass because Elliot is (probably) going home and it seems as if Dean Porter is interested in Liv and maybe she's interested too. Ugh, well read on my fellow EO lovers, read on.

Oh, and review.

I do not believe I am where I am. It's Memorial Day. I should be home with my kids and pregnant wife, ex-wife. Whatever. But no, I'm stuck in a procedure lock-down of my whole friggin' precinct and suddenly, sadly, I remember what my 'whatever- wife' told me yesterday.

Flashback

"What?!?!?!"

"You heard me Elliot. I'm not sure."

"How the HELL can you 'not be sure' about whether or not it's my child you're carrying?"

"How do you think Elliot? I'm not some dried up old prune you know. I wasn't just gonna sit around and knit while you were banging your partner and contemplating whether or not you really wanted to come home, you know. I did see other people!"

"DO NOT BRING LIV INTO THIS KATHY! She has absolutely nothing to do with the conversation we're having and we are not sleeping together even though that's what you've made yourself believe over the last eight years!"

"Fine. Whatever Elliot. I'll call you next week when I get the conception date results. Now get out of my house."

End Flashback

Yea. She came to me all depressed and begging me to come back home. "Not for the kids Elliot. For me." That's what she'd said. Or something to that effect at least. It had worked. And now, a few weeks later, I realize all she said was a lie. And I may be weak for thinking so, but damn it that stings. More than the seperation. More than the divorce. More than the fighting. She had given me hope. And then ripped my heart out all over again.

"Anyone as bored as Little Old Me?" Our strawberry-blonde ADA Casey Novak asked from her temporary seat on the edge of my partner's desk.

There was a chorus of "Me!" from Liv, Fin, Melinda and Munch along with two affirmitive nods from Don and I.

"Wanna play a game?" Melinda asked.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything but why are the two of you here?" Munch asked Casey and Melinda.

"We were picking up Liv for lunch and girl talk. That is until they locked the whole damn building down for a 'routine procedure.' What the hell is this? A friggin' elementary school?" Casey answered and grinned cheekily at my partner.

"Yep. Anyway, back to my question. Anyone wanna play a game?" Melinda asked again and grinned at Liv who cocked one eyebrow up in a confused expression. "It's Livvie's favorite." A loud groan escaped my partner and she dropped her head back revealing all of her neck in a very vulnerable fashion. And for some damn odd reason I had the insane urge to kiss her right where I could just barely see the scar that she had gotten on that fateful day when Gitano emerged into our lives and any form of sanity vanished. I brushed the thoughts from my mind and went on listening to the girls talk.

"No Mel! Please! I always win!" She groaned.

"Isn't that the point of a game?" Fin asked her with a funny expression.

"Yep. Liv just doesn't like revealing kinky little details. Do you Livvie Rae?" I had to laugh when Olivia glared at Casey for calling her 'Livvie Rae.' The only person that she let's get away with that is me and everyone know's it. I'm also the only one who really knows her full name other than Don because he read her personelle file and I coersed her with Ben and Jerry's Everything But The...

Honestly, what was her mother thinking? Olivia Serena Rae-Ann Benson. Quite a mouthful when you're just getting ready to learn to write your full name in pre-school or kindergarten or whenever the hell she learned to write her name.

"All right, we're playing. No objections." I said and squeezed Liv's arm playfully. "I'm sure I already know anything that will be revealed."

She rolled her head to the side and gave me a look that could kill. "No. You don't." She said with an exasperated groan and finally sat up in her seat nodding at Casey. "All right. Fine. I'll play."

"Good. The name of the game is 'Who? When? Where?' Liv would you like to explain the directions?"

Rolling her eyes she began. "Basically you explain you're first time having sex. Who it was with, full names if possible. When, as in how old you were when it happened. And where were you. Not like a city. Like an actually location. And you have to write it down so we know you're not cheating. Got it? Good. Mel can start."

"Ya know, I would, but you failed to explain how you always manage to win Olivia." She smirked at Liv's face and turned to the rest of us. "You see, to win, you have to be the youngest one to lose their virginity." I'm pretty sure all of us men started choking on our own saliva and Liv's face turned as red as a tomato. When we all calmed down and wrote down our answers Melinda began.

"Allright. It was Michael Arron Prichet. I was fifteen he was sixteen. It was in the back of his dad's pickup in the woods behind his aunt's house. Your turn Casey." We all took in the information and then looked to Casey.

"Kay. It was Brandon Leon Michaelson. I was sixteen. He was...thirteen." That earned a few big eyes and raised eyebrows but we let her continue. "It was in his horse shed right after a 4-H convention. Fin. Your turn."

"It was last night in the cribs. Me and Liv." We all burst out laughing and Olivia rolled her eyes. "But seriously, I have imagined..."

"Okay! Okay! Let's just play the game!" Liv said and we all laughed again.

"Fine. Patricia Monica Daggy. I was fourteen and she was just a couple weeks younger than me. It was in her bedroom while her parents were on vacation. John. You're up."

"Do I have to?" He whined and we all laughed, nodding. "Fine. Lisa Leann Lewindowski. No joke. I was seventeen. She was fifteen. It was in a church loft after services. Allright, Cap's up. We're saving Liv and Elliot for last."

"What? No. No. I'm just listening. Not playing." Don insisted until he realized he would either talk out of his own free will or Liv and I would go all 'Dynamic Duo' on him and force it out of him like he was a perp. "Fine. Diane Rosenberg. Not sure of her middle name. It was my twenty-first birthday and she was my thirty-something bartender at the bar and in the women's bathroom. Elliot's turn."

We all had exasperated looks on our faces and I'm sure my story will pale in comparison to the rest. "Kathy Maureen Johnson, now Stabler. I was nineteen, she was eighteen and it was our prom night at some dumpy Day's Inn. Kay, Liv." From that tiny peice of information I gave they knew I had only ever slept with one person and they looked at me strangely. They all looked sorry for me, too. Except Liv. I love that about her. If I need it, she'll help me but she never pities me. And I never pity her. We both know we're too stubborn for that.

"Okay. Well, I've won again it seems. Adam Mitchell Clarkson. I was eleven. He was two days from his seventeenth birthday. It was behind an all-age club we went to every weekend and I was higher than a kite and drunk out of my mind. As was he. Well, I'm winner. As always."

Something about this confession just made me want to hold her. I could tell her smile was fake. Her laughs were forced. She had had a rough childhood, hell she had had a rough life in all and I knew she didn't like thinking about it. This game had been a reminder and it hurt her. I vowed as soon as this lock-down was over, I'd make her feel better. No matter the costs.