This is what happens when I try to go to bed, and instead I watch Infiltrated again on my little DVD player. An angsty, angsty oneshot. Did I mention it was angsty? Yep, it's angsty. Enjoy this angsty little drabble, and please remember to review!

Disclaimer: Not mine

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"So spill. Who is he?"

Of course I can't tell her who he is. I couldn't tell her the truth, that Elliot is the love of my life. I have no right to, no do I have any right to feel that way about him. He wasn't mine to love. Yeah, he was separated, and yes, he was in his own place. But he had four children and a wife that came long before he could ever think about me. And even if I was sure, even if he got a divorce, I couldn't do anything. Our partnership means too much for me to act on my feelings.

But, God, all I want right now is to see his face, to hear his voice. I'd give up anything to see his eyes and smell his subtle cologne, coupled with the unique scent of him.

I close my eyes, and all I see is him. It's no wonder I called for him in my sleep, and I wonder how many times I've done it before tonight.

He's my rock, my protector, my best friend. For nine years, he's been my whole life.

And he can never know that.

"Nobody."

The End.

A/N: There you go. Like I said, I wrote it in less than five minutes while watching the scene in Infiltrated where Olivia calls out Elliot's name in her sleep. Hope everyone enjoyed it, and please remember to review!