This is basically just a simple story about how two detectives manage to fall in love, despite everything around them telling them it won't work. There will probably be some casefile thrown in, but at this point, who knows?

This is in Olivia Benson's POV, and the italics are her thoughts. Keeping in mind that this is just a prologue kind of thing, and I haven't really gotten into anything good yet, just go with it. Also, I'm new to this website, so I haven't really gotten used to the whole posting thing. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own them, I have never owned them, and I highly doubt that I ever will own them. Although, maybe the Easter Bunny will bring me Liv and El this year instead of eggs.

As always, EO. At some point in my writing career, I may venture from this pairing, but they're just so much fun to write!

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STAKEOUT

ELLIOT'S CAR

7:23 PM

"Liv," He questions hesitantly.

"What now, Elliot," I reply to his pleading tone.

"I'm bored." As if to further illustrate his point, he shows me the hole in his sweater that he's been unravelling for the last hour.

"So? Do something productive."

"But, we've been sitting here for seven hours. Might I remind you that he was supposed to show up five hours ago?"

"Yes, El, I am aware of that. You've only mentioned it twelve times in the last twenty minutes."

"Fine," he sighs, while picking up his binoculars, and scanning the deserted street.

STAKEOUT

ELLIOT'S CAR

9:17

I hate to rain on his parade like that, but this is a stakeout for God's sake! He can't honestly expect for me to flirt with him, and right after his divorce, too. Albeit, he is kind of cute. I almost wish he would keep bugging me.

"Hey, Cap. What's up?... Thank god, I'm going stir- crazy over here... All right. See you Monday."

The resounding snap of his cell phone brings me back to reality, and I nudge my partner. "So, can we go home?"

"Sorry, one more hour. We get something out of this though. Captain said we've got tomorrow, and the weekend off."

"That's great, Elliot. You can spend some time with the kids." I watch him cringe as I say this, and immediately regret reminding him of how often he has to cancel his weekends with Dickie, Lizzie, Kathleen, and Maureen so he can work overtime. I watch him glance at my embarrassed blush, and his face softens in the dim light.

"I know you meant well Liv, but Kathy is taking them to Florida for a week to stay with her brother." His gentle tone develops a razor edge as he spits out the last words.

"I'm sorry, El. I know how much they mean to you." I truly am sympathetic to his situation. I know I don't have kids, or a family, but I have a soft spot for Elliot's four.

"How about we find a happier topic?"

"Of course, El. How about... John's new girlfriend?" When a wide grin spreads across his face I know I made the right decision, and continue.

"I mean, can you imagine Mrs. Munch # five? Maybe he'll at least invite us to the wedding this time."

"Olivia, how do you even know that Munch has a girlfriend? All he talks about at work are his ex's."

"Elliot, have you ever seen John drink? He can't hold his liquor for anything." I feel a small smile grace my features as I recall a recent memory of a crowded bar, and a very drunk John Munch. "Did you ever notice that without his glasses he looks kind of like a mouse?"

"Jeez, Liv. You got him to take off his glasses?"

"Well, yeah. He was drunk, so I took him home." After the words leave my mouth, I realize what I just said and burst out laughing.

"Took him home, did you Liv? Why is Munch worth breaking your inter-office relationship rule, and I'm not?" His feigned look of hurt causes me to laugh even harder, and I find it difficult to form a coherent sentence.

"Elliot," I answer seriously after a moment, "You know what I mean. And anyway, that rule is stupid. It's not like I'm ever gonna have sex with any of you."

"You just can't go a single day without bruising my male ego, can you?" He shakes his head, and chuckles, but despite his teasing tone, I try to make it up to him, and provide a plausible explanation.

"John is my crazy uncle, Fin's my brother, Don's my father, and your're my best friend. Do any of those titles sound like someone that I would have a relationship with? Besides, I don't do relationships, remember? You're the one who told me that."

"Liv, you have to know that I was just mad, and-"

Cutting him off, I reply, "I do know that you would never hurt me. You're my best friend Elliot, I know that you're always there for me."

When did I start finishing his sentences? Great, I'm in deeper than I thought.

Elliot lowers his vice, and smiles at me yet again. "Always, Liv. Never forget that."

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So, what did everybody think? I'd greatly appreciate reviews, because I'd like to know if I should continue writing this story.