Knowing

I don't own any of the characters from the show Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, however the plot and dialogue you are about to experience are completely out of my sick, demented, and twisted (in a good way) mind.

Knowing

She sat there, at her desk, staring off into space, still remembering that night. The night that her life changed forever, and she wasn't sure that it was for the better, in fact she was sure that it wasn't for the better.

Elliot glared at Olivia, who had daggers in her eyes, staring back at him. "If you want to say something, spit it out damn it!" She shouted at him, standing in her apartment, clutching her bathrobe tight.

Elliot opened his mouth to speak but he closed it and shook his head. "No. No. I know how this ends, Olivia, I'm not going there."

Olivia scoffed. "Please, Elliot, tell me. Tell me what you're so angry about, the fact that I made you dinner or the fact that I threw myself at you and you decided that you had to go." She spat, hurt evident in her voice.

Elliot rolled his eyes and spoke under his breath. "The fact that you do it for every guy you fucking meet."

Olivia raised her eye brows and stepped forward. "Excuse me, Detective Stabler, but could you repeat that a little louder."

Elliot stepped closer to her in her face. "I said the fact that you do it for every guy you fucking meet." He said harshly.

The next thing they knew they were both in pain. His cheek and her hand. She slapped him as hard as she could, and it felt damn good.

"Get the fuck out of my apartment Elliot. Leave, and don't think about coming back." She said grabbing his things and shoving them in his chest, pushing him towards the door.

Elliot grabbed them. "Fine Liv. But this is your MO. You play happy home maker and happy whore and then you go bitchy on the poor guys, its no wonder you haven't found a guy to settle down with yet."

Olivia fought the tears, his words feeling like bullets ripping through her heart. She opened the door and looked at him. "Fine, I'm a bitch, and a whore, if that's what you think... then you don't know me... you don't know me at all, and I can't..." She shook her head and threw him out, slamming the door behind him, she locked it and she walked into the kitchen, dumping the dinner she worked so hard to make down the drain, flipping the garbage disposal. She hit the counter and let the tears fall, and they fell hard.

She flipped off the disposal and she turned around and sat on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest as she sobbed. She felt alone, more alone than she ever felt in her entire life. The only man she had ever trusted just tore her heart out. He tore it out and chewed it, threw it on the ground and stomped on it.

Olivia heard someone calling her and she snapped out of it, looking at her co worker, Amanda Rollins. "Hmm?" She asked, looking at her new friend.

Rollins sat down on the edge of Olivia's desk and looked at her. "You okay Benson?" She asked, concern in her eyes.

Olivia took a deep breath. "I um... Yeah, I'll be fine." She whispered a small smile on her face nodding.

Amanda stood up. "How are we going to stick together if you're not going to be honest with me?"

Olivia rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry you're right." She said gently looking up at Amanda. "What do you say we go get a drink?" She asked with a small smile. "My treat?"

Amanda shook her head. "Oh no... Not with you like this, its my treat. Come on, grab your stuff." She said with a smile, and the two women walked out of the precinct together.