This is a new story that takes place in Season 7 sometime; probably before Fault. It's just going to be a quick one or two shot. Elliot is recently divorced; no Eli of course. I do not own these characters except the ones I created. Dick Wolf does. Thanks for reading and please review. I love hearing what you think.

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Olivia woke up to pounding on her door. She looked over at the clock, and saw that it was 230AM. There was only one person that would be pounding on her door at this time of night, but usually that only happened after they had some kind of fight or something major happened. She rolled out of bed, when another round of pounding started and she heard Elliot yelling her name.

"Liv! Open up!" he yelled.

Olivia rushed to the door, angry about the noise he was making. She had neighbors!

"Elliot! Keep it down…" she whispered harshly as she swung the door open. She paused when she saw two other guys standing there with Elliot.

"There she is!" said Elliot, slurring his words. "There's my partner." He stumbled in, placing his hands on her shoulders to steady himself, causing her to stumble back slightly. He moved to her side, and wrapped his arm around her waist. He looked back at his friends.

"Come in! Come in!" Elliot yelled, motioning for his two friends to come in.

"El. Shhh! I have neighbors." Olivia said, removing herself from the grip he had around her waist. Elliot's friends stumbled in and Olivia shut the door behind them. She stood against the door, crossing her arms across her breasts. She felt uncomfortable in just a tank top and short pajama shorts. She hadn't really been expecting company.

Elliot was undeterred. He went back to stand next to Olivia and pulled her away from the door. He put his arm around her waist again, and turned back to his friends. "Didn't I tell you she was beautiful?"

Olivia could feel his friends looking at her, their eyes sliding up and down her body. She shifted uneasily in Elliot's grasp, but he wasn't going to let her go.

"El. What the hell is going on?" she asked. She didn't think she had ever seen him this drunk.

"Sorry." He slurred. "These are my two best buddies from the Navy. This is Peter and this is Dean." He said, gesturing at each man in turn. "Remember I told you that these guys were in town and that we're going out tonight?"

"Nice to meet you." they said, almost in unison, and it was immediately clear that they were as drunk as Elliot. "Elliot said we had to meet you. He's been talking about you all night." said Peter.

Olivia rolled her eyes. She could only imagine what these drunks were talking about all night.

Elliot walked back over to his buddies, and put his arms around their shoulders. "Come on in. Sit down." He said, ushering them into Olivia's.

"El. Hold on. It's 2:30 in the morning!" said Olivia, following them into the living room. Peter and Dean had already settled on the couch, and Elliot fell into the chair. He looped his arm around Olivia's waist and pulled her clumsily down on his lap as she reached him.

"Elliot!" said Olivia. "What the hell?"

"C'mon. I wanted you to meet these guys and I wanted them to meet you too. These guys saved my ass so many times… and now that's your job…" he laughed, thinking he was really funny. "You guys should all be friends."

Elliot had his hand at her waist, and was resting it on the strip of skin that had been exposed when her tank top rode up as he pulled her down. He was massaging the skin with his thumb and Olivia put her hand over his to stop him. She didn't know what the hell was going on, but she was going to end it. She pulled out of Elliot's grasp and he was too drunk to hold on. She stood up.

"Guys. It's been great to meet you but it's the middle of the night and we all need to go to bed." As she said that, she saw the guys look at each other and smirk. She rolled her eyes at their juvenile humor. Guys never grew up, especially when they were drunk.

"Liv. Have a drink with us." said Elliot, struggling to his feet and heading for her kitchen.

"No." said Olivia, shaking her head and following him into the kitchen. Elliot turned as she came into the kitchen and fell against her, trapping her body between his and the counter. He placed a hand on either side of her, caging her with his body. Olivia gasped, but Elliot didn't seem to notice. He was blowing all their carefully placed boundaries to hell. He smiled down at her with a dopey smile.

"C'mon. I told these guys what a great partner you are and how well we work together. I just want you to get to know them a little. Just one drink. Please?" he looked at her with those baby blues and she couldn't say no.

"One drink El. One." She held up a finger and pushed him away from her.

He smiled, grabbing some glasses and walking back into the living room. Olivia dug in her cabinet and found a bottle of whiskey.

"Whiskey's all I have guys." she said as she walked into the living room, holding up the bottle. She opened it up and started pouring into each of the glasses. After she poured the first glass, she realized she was probably giving Peter and Dean quite a show as they could look right down her tank top, and she stood up abruptly.

"I'll be right back." she said, deciding she needed to put some more clothes on if they were going to stay.

"Liv. Where are ya' going?" asked Elliot, trying to grab her arm as she walked by.

She pulled her arm from his grasp. "I'll be right back. Go ahead and pour yourself a drink."

She could hear the guys whispering as she walked into her bedroom, and she was pretty sure she didn't want to hear what they were saying. She went into her bedroom, and pulled a soft blue sweater out of her closet and pulled it on. She started to walk back out of the bedroom, and then went back, pulling off her shorts and pulling on a pair of black yoga pants. The guys had already had enough of a show for tonight.

She walked back into the living room and saw the guys taking a shot.

"Liv. You need to catch up. We've already had one shot." Elliot poured more whiskey into everyone's glass, spilling a fair amount on the table.

"Maybe I should do that." she said, taking the bottle from him. "I really appreciate you guys stopping by…"she said as she handed a glass to each of the guys. "And I would love to get to know you guys better, but maybe we can continue this at dinner some night." She drank her shot and put it back on the table. "I really need to get some sleep."

She looked over at Elliot whose head was dropping down to his chest. "Please tell me you guys took a cab here." She looked over at Peter and Dean. Peter's head had dropped back against the back of the couch and his eyes were closed.

"Yeah. We took a cab." said Dean. "We'll go." He tried to get up from the couch, but was struggling to stand up.

Olivia sighed. "How in the hell am I going to get a cab for these guys and get them back to the hotel?" she muttered to herself. She turned to look at Elliot. "And get him home?"

She turned towards Dean. "Why don't you guys crash here? I don't have the energy to get you a cab in the middle of the night."

He looked up at her. "Maybe that's good."

"If you can move Peter for a minute, let's pull this couch out." She helped Dean stand up and together, they got Peter up and over into the other chair. Olivia moved the coffee table and pulled the couch out into a bed. She roused Peter and half carried him over to the couch and dumped in there. Olivia went and got some pillows and blankets out of the closet and laid them on the bed. She figured they wouldn't wake up and want them, but just in case.

Dean looked at her. "I need to use the bathroom." Olivia pointed him in the right direction, and then turned back to Elliot. He was sitting with his head back against the chair, but his eyes were half open.

"El." Olivia snapped her fingers and his head jerked up.

He smiled and grabbed her hands, pulling her towards him. "Hi Liv!" he said, as if he just noticed she was there.

"El. Focus. I'm going to let you guys stay here. You're in no shape to go home. Can you get up?" she didn't really have much choice but to let him crash with her. But she wasn't too worried about it as she knew he would be out as soon as he hit the bed. He could barely keep his eyes open now.

"Where are we going?" he asked as he struggled to get out of the chair. Olivia grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.

"We're going to bed." said Olivia and was rewarded with a big smile. "Knock it off Stabler. That's not what I meant."

Dean walked out of the bedroom, and stumbled into the wall, knocking a picture off the wall.

"Sorry." he said.

"Don't worry about it." said Olivia. Elliot was definitely going to hear about this tomorrow. This night had turned into a nightmare. "Are you OK?" she asked him as he moved towards the couch and plopped himself down.

"Yeah, fine. Fine." He leaned over to try to take off his shoes and nearly fell off the couch. He gave up and fell back on the bed. "Thanks."

Olivia turned out the light and half walked, half dragged Elliot into the bedroom. She sat him down on the edge of the bed.

"Elliot. Can you take your shoes off?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders and looking at him. His eyes were half closed. She shook him lightly and his eyes snapped open.

"Hi Liv!" he said, smiling at her. Olivia knelt down to untie his shoes and he threaded his fingers through her hair. She looked up at him sharply, surprised again by his behavior. Yep, boundaries were all blown to hell. She pulled his shoes off while he continued to run his fingers through her hair. She looked back up at him and he had that same dopey look on his face.

"Do you know how beautiful you are? And how sexy you are?"

"El."

"Really." He leaned in as if to tell her a secret. "I don't know if you know it but guys check you out all the time. Like all the time."

Olivia reached up and grabbed Elliot's hands and put them back in his lap. She stood up. "Stop talking." She pushed him back on the bed and swung his legs up onto the bed. She pulled up the blankets and he grabbed her hands. Even drunk, he was surprisingly strong and she stumbled, falling on him halfway. He grabbed her arms and pulled her closer, looking into her eyes. He smiled. "Liv. My Liv. Do you know how much I love you?"

Olivia was shocked, but held her surprise in check. "El. You're drunk. Just stop talking please and go to sleep." She pulled herself away and he let his hands fall. He closed his eyes and was out.

Olivia turned out the light and walked around, climbing into bed on the other side. She lay awake for a few minutes, thinking about what Elliot had said. They had moved along blissfully in their partnership, never putting words to their feelings, and that had been working out just fine. Damn him. All she could hope for was that he wouldn't remember a word he said in the morning. She looked over at Elliot, who was snoring softly. Damnit.