"Are you going out tonight?" He asks after seeing what she's wearing.
"Uh huh," she nods.
"You leaving now?" he questions.
"Yes," she nods.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
"I have a date she tells him."
"Do you want me to walk with you?"
"No Elliot. I can walk myself," she tells him.
"Can I at least share the elevator with you?"
"I guess," she answers.
They exit the squad room, and get into the elevator. Luckily they find themselves alone.
"Who are you going out with?" he asks her.
"Why does it matter to you?" she raises an eyebrow.
"I want to know," he tells her.
"I'll tell you when you stop screwing your wife," she answers coldly.
The elevator doors open and she gets out. She meets her date at a bar nearby, and Elliot goes home to Kathy.
Olivia wakes up at seven. She finds herself alone in her bed, but she hears someone in the apartment. She rolls onto her stomach and puts a pillow on her head. The noise gets louder. She throws her pillow against the wall, and tosses back the covers. She crawls out of bed and wanders into the kitchen.
"Coffee?"
"Why are you here?" she questions.
"I acted like a jerk I thought I'd bring you coffee," Elliot answers.
She groans, and opens her eyes. She comes into reality. She looks at her clock. It tells her that it's half past six. She hears noise in the apartment and smells coffee. From bed she hollers, "Go away." The noise continues on. She climbs out of bed and finds someone reading the paper on her coffee table. She sits down next to him. Without looking at her he hands her a cup of tea. "Morning," he tells her.
"I don't want to be awake right now," she whines.
"Sorry," he tells her.
"Sorry? You shouldn't be here. You woke me up."
"How late did you get in?" he asks her.
"I was only out until midnight," she answers.
"So then that's plenty of sleep."
"I'd really like to be the one to decide that," she tells him.
"You're S-O-L."
"What are you doing here anyway?" she asks.
"I thought that I'd bring you breakfast."
"Why?" she asks.
"To apologize for last night," he tells her.
"Since when do you ever apologize for being a jealous, pig headed, jerk?"
"Hey!"
She shoots him a look, and he puts the paper down. "I apologize for being a jealous, pig headed jerk."
"That's better," she smiles.
"I should handle things better, but..."
"But what?"
"I am jealous," he tells her.
"You think that I'm not?" she questions.
"You shouldn't be," he tells her.
"You're the married on," she reminds him.
"I know," he answers, "That doesn't mean I can't be jealous."
"You shouldn't be. If you have a wife I should get to date."
"Fine," he agrees.
"I mean you are still screwing her aren't you?"
"In what sense of the word?"
"Both," she answers.
"I..."
"I don't want to hear your excuses."
"I'm sorry," he tells her.
"I'll forgive you," she tells him.
"You'd better. I did get you breakfast."
"You get me breakfast every morning," she reminds him.
"You should be grateful that you never have to think about it."
"You should quit talking while you're ahead detective."
"Really detective?" he questions.
"Yeah," she nods.
"What are you going to do if I don't?" he asks.
"I might just have to shut you up," she answers.
"Go ahead," he tells her.
She smiles, and then she kisses him.
"We haven't been called in yet... and..." he begins.
"Elliot I haven't even taken a shower yet," she tells him.
"That's fine," he tells her.
"No it's not. I'm gross," she argues, "And if we go to work..."
"I could use another shower," he tells her.
"I didn't say that you could shower with me," Olivia argues.
"It conserves water," he answers.
"You make a very good argument," she tells him as she gets off the couch.
"Was that a yes?" he calls after her looking at the doorway of her bedroom.
He hears her turn on the shower. "I need some steam in here," she teases.
She's in her bed with her wet hair laying on his chest.
"Aren't you cold with a wet head?" he asks.
"Maybe a little bit," she admits.
"You should go dry your hair," he suggests.
"I don't want to," she tells him.
"Why not?"
"That would require me to get out of bed, and leave you."
"I'm not going any where."
"I don't get to spend enough time with you," she answers.
"Olivia we spend nearly every minute of every day together."
"It's not the same. We have to be professional at work."
"I'll give you that," he smiles.
"I like living in denial."
"What do you mean?" he asks her.
"I like to think that this is never going to end."
"It's not," he tells her.
"It will," she argues.
"Liv it's been two and a half years," he reminds her.
"I know."
"But?"
"What if someone finds out."
"Don't you think that would have happened by now?"
"But what if it does?" she wonders.
"It won't," he reassures her.
"If it does?" she repeats.
"We'll handle it."