Author's Note: Not my usual, so stay objective.

Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

Supernatural

Chapter 1

The Beginning

"I'll walk you to the car," these six words is how it all got started. Olivia had muttered them to a rape victim who had recently gotten done with a line-up. The young girl named Leslie hadn't picked the guy they were hoping for, and she was devastated. Olivia decided to take her to the file room to make sure she was okay. She had spent the last hour convincing the girl that it was not her fault. When they finally came to an agreement is when Olivia decided to say those six little words.

When Olivia got back to the squad room she quietly made her way to her desk. She was solemnly thinking of what the future held for Leslie when her eyes fell on a single white rose laying there on her desk.

She immediately looked around the squad room. Everybody was gone, because six o' clock was over a hour ago. The other detectives left while Olivia was assuring Leslie that the rape wasn't her fault. That is…all of the detectives except Elliot. Although he was no where in sight now.

Olivia sighed and picked up the rose. She twirled it around in her fingers. It was unusual for Elliot to leave without saying goodbye. He only did that when he was mad or when there was an emergency.

Olivia assumed the rose had to be from him. There was no better explanation. She had assumed it was from him…that is until she heard him upstairs.

"Beautiful Rose," He commented from the lobby, making his way down the stairs.

Olivia held the rose close to her nose and then inhaled the smell.

"It smells beautiful too," Olivia stated turning towards him, "Any idea who left it here?"

"I'd love to say you're looking at him, but you're not. I have no idea who left it here. I was upstairs getting ready to spend the night in the crib."

Olivia tried to mask the pain in her eyes with a smile. Elliot was no more than a foot away, and he missed it because he was too busy grabbing the rose for a quick sniff.

"You're right." Elliot noted on the smell.

Olivia smiled in response. "What's the point of leaving a rose, when I'll never know who was kind enough to give it?" Olivia asked randomly.

"Who knows," Elliot said, "Only the sender knows."

There was a few moments of silence while Olivia looked down and Elliot looked at Olivia. She glanced up and caught him staring.

She just shrugged it off because if she brought it up every time he stared at her they'd never get anything done.

"I should go home," Olivia stated.

"Why don't you let me drive you home?" Elliot offered, needing the company.

"Why would I do that?" Olivia asked with a smirk.

"You're tired," Elliot stated hoping she actually was.

"So are you," Olivia argued.

"Then stay here," Elliot said showing two could tango.

"Why?" Olivia asked with question all over her face.

"Liv do you know how long it's been since we've talked? Like really talked?" Elliot asked

Olivia looked away trying to not let him see her roll her eyes. "I'm aware…all too aware." She whispered the last three words.

"Then stay," Elliot offered.

Olivia sighed and put the rose down on her desk. "You know I hate sleeping on those bunks." Olivia whined facing back towards him, making them even closer.

"Come home with me then," He said invitingly.

He leaned in taking in her strong intoxicating aroma. She glanced up at him wondering what he was doing.

"I need sleep, Elliot." Olivia said pretending that she didn't just catch him smelling her.

"We can sleep." Elliot offered.

"A sleepover?" Olivia asked, "Since when do we do that?"

"Since both of us are single, our spouses can't freak out this way." He explained.

Olivia shrugged and sighed, "Fine."

"I want you to want to come." Elliot kept having to explain to her.

"I do…it's just sleeping over is something couples do…not best friends."

"You obviously don't have many best friends," Elliot pointed out.

"You're not scoring yourself any brownie points there Stabler." Olivia spat at him, "You're even making me want to come less."

"Oh come on," Elliot started to think up incentives, "We'll stay up late and watch scary movies, and then in the morning I'll make you breakfast, we'll watch cartoons like little kids and everything."

Olivia shook her head at his immaturity and desperation. When she stopped shaking her head Elliot took the chance to brush a lock of hair out of her face. She looked up and smiled, "Do we have to watch cartoons?"

Elliot just laughed.

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Dawn broke in Elliot's small apartment. Olivia's bright brown eyes opened slowly. She immediately knew two things, the first was that she was on the hardwood floor in Elliot's apartment, and second that she was laying up against him.

She sighed, and rolled over onto her back. She looked up at her handsome best friend. His blue eyes were wide awake.

"Morning," He stated smiling down at her.

"Morning, how long have you been awake?" She asked smiling back.

He answered her while she yawned, "About an hour."

"Oh…dang. You should have woke me up." Olivia informed him.

Elliot propped himself up on his elbow. "Maybe I was enjoyed watching you sleep too much," He admitted.

Olivia flipped over on her stomach to face him, "And maybe I should lock you up for that Stabler."

He just sat there with a smile. All of a sudden Olivia had a million thoughts rush through her head. Every thought that Elliot had had in the past minute was now eating away at her brain. She simultaneously turned around and sat up with shock.

The one thought that stood out the most from all the rest was…I love you Olivia. She found herself gasping for air like she just woke up from a terrifying nightmare.

"Olivia, what's a matter?" Elliot asked sitting up too, worried about her.

She stood up quickly and started pacing the room holding her head in pain. It occurred to her if she blinked that it all might go away but that didn't seem to work. The desire to quiet the voices was getting stronger and stronger with each second. She abruptly wished she was home and with a bright flash of light she was there.

She stood there, mouth agape in her own living room. She never thought she would scare herself this bad. She closed her eyes and thought I wish I was at Elliot's place. When she opened her eyes she was there…facing him.

He stood there in amazement.

"Did you just see that?" Elliot asked with questioning eyes.

Olivia stood there and nodded, "Saw it…felt it."

She couldn't deny it, she felt incredible.

"Are you okay?" He asked overly concerned.

"I'm fine…" Olivia said with a weird expression on her face.

For once in his life Elliot didn't feel a want to be near Olivia. If he was honest to himself he would have realized that he was afraid of her.

"Elliot don't be afraid." Olivia said reading his thoughts.

"Get out of my mind." Elliot said with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry I wish I could." Olivia defended herself putting her hands up.

"You know don't you?" He asking seeing the understanding in her eyes, "You feel confident."

She looked at him questioningly. "How'd you know?"

"I don't know, what else would make you feel confident. Confident about kissing me."

"What?!" Olivia asked.

"I don't know." Elliot defended himself again, "I think I'm feeling what you feel."

Elliot's voice cracked with nervousness. This wasn't possible, how come she knew what he was thinking? How could he feel her emotions? Something was off and it was scaring the hell out of both of them.

Elliot suddenly had the intense want for Olivia. He was standing feet from her yet he could smell her like his nose was right next to her neck. He could feel the heat in the room too. It was like it was magnified twice as much as usual.

Olivia was looking him in the eyes thinking. She suddenly had a very strong urge to make out with her best friend. She crossed the distance to meet him and pressed her lips to his passionately, and he didn't push her away.

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