Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Law and Order SVU Characters. This is just a song fic I thought up last night. Please tell me what you guys think!!!

Olivia Benson brushed her hair impatiently out of her eyes and rubbed them tiredly. She was exhausted. It was late and she and her partner were on their way back to the 16 precinct after a long night of work.

Elliot Stabler's cell phone rang and he grunted as he shifted, trying to get it out of the pocket of his jacket.

"Here," Olivia reached her hand into his pocket herself and handed it to him.

"Thanks," he muttered as he flipped the front open. "Hello? Hi Kathy."

Olivia sighed to herself and looked out the window into the chilly October night. The street lights sped past and even though it was almost midnight, there were still plenty of people out walking around. She folded her arms across her chest and tried not to think of Eliot's wife on the other end of the line. He deserved better than a wife who was constantly calling, checking where he was. The life of a cop was not an easy one, Olivia was sure that Kathy knew that when she and her husband got married. Elliot and Olivia, as partners, both worked long hours and, unfortunately, he couldn't always be there for his family. Still, he was there when it counted most. Sometimes, Olivia wondered whether it was the job that Kathy had a problem with, or Olivia herself. "Maybe I should just get a new partner," Olivia thought to herself even though it gave her stomach a twinge just thinking about it. She couldn't imagine having another partner even though she had tried it in the past. It was just too difficult. However, maybe switching would be better. It would make things easier for Elliot in his marriage. She had tried so hard to make friends with Kathy, but no matter what she did, Kathy still resented her. Sometimes, Olivia just felt burnt out. She knew that she couldn't give up though. Elliot needed her, and she needed him. They were partners, together in this job no matter what.

I have given, I have given
And got none
Still I'm driven by something I can't explain
It's not a cross, it is a choice
I cannot help but hear his voice
I only wish that I could listen without shame

"Kathy?" Olivia asked when Elliot hung up his cell with a groan.
"Mhm. She wants me to come home."

"Don't you have some paperwork to finish?" Olivia asked, trying to give her partner a reason to stay as they got out of the car.

"Yeah," Elliot slammed his car door and followed Olivia up the steps and into the slightly warmer air of the precinct.

Olivia didn't say anything else until both she and Elliot were sitting in their desks, filling out the reports on their last arrest. Looking up, she caught the weariness in Elliot's tired blue eyes and the lines under his eyes. She almost felt guilty, knowing that he wouldn't get much sleep when he got home either. Kathy would probably keep her husband up with accusations and questions about his latest case, what he had done, what Olivia had been like. That was the thing Olivia hated; that Kathy thought that Olivia would actually make a move on a married man. Not that Olivia hadn't thought about it. That's what made her feel the worst, that she had actually thought about it. She was a cop, she had seen some of the outcomes of cheating spouses. She had solved these cases. She didn't want to be the reason that Elliot's marriage turned sour.

I have been a witness to the perfect crime
I wipe the grin off of my face to hide the blame
It isn't worth the tears you cry to have a perfect alibi
Now I'm beaten at the hands of my own game

"Maybe you should go home," Olivia said quietly when Elliot's phone rang for the third time in five minutes.

Elliot put his head in his hands and moaned. "Maybe I should," he said. "I don't want to though. I can't deal with it tonight."

Olivia reached a hand out and squeezed his gently. She wanted to offer him the chance to spend the night at her apartment, but she knew how that would look to Kathy. It would be something that neither she, nor Elliot, could ever explain.

"It'll be easier tonight," Olivia said quietly. "If you stay away all night, it'll look worse to her."

Elliot nodded wearily and his shoulders slumped as he got to his feet. "I'll finish this paperwork up tomorrow."

"Okay," Olivia said, knowing that if she had the time and energy, she would finish up her partner's paperwork for him.

"Night Olivia," he said quietly, patting her on the shoulder.

"Night El," she said, grasping his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Good luck."

It isn't easy to be kind
With all these demons in my mind
I only hope one day I'll be free
I do my best not to complain
My face is dirty from the strain
I only hope one day I'll come clean

Olivia sighed as she watched her partner's usually straight back walk away from her, slumped. She wished that she could help him. She wished that Kathy would just leave him alone, let Elliot do his job! Of course, Olivia knew that she should probably sympathize with Kathy more. It was hard though, knowing how much trouble she caused Elliot. If it was anyone else, Olivia would have had a talk with them long ago. But since it was Kathy….Olivia wished she could give the woman a piece of her mind. Elliot was her best friend, he needed to be stood up for now and again. If only he could find the courage to stand up to his wife.

"Stop it," Olivia moaned, putting her head in her hands. "You have to stop wishing he had stayed." Her eyes filled with tears as Olivia came to her decision. She had to leave. It was the only way to help Elliot, to maybe save his marriage. It was the only way she could even remotely keep her sanity.

Let it rain
Let it rain on me
Let it rain, oh let it rain
Let it rain on me

It was almost one o'clock by the time Olivia finished up her paperwork. Looking across the desk to her partner's, she moaned. It could wait. She was exhausted.

It was raining. Instead of getting into her car, Olivia walked to Central Park, where she went when she had to think. The rain trickled down her hair, her neck, her face, washing away the tears. The rain had always seemed to cleanse her. "Just let it rain," she whispered. "Rain on me."