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CHAPTER ONE: GREAT EXPECTATIONS

As Elliott drove his black Acura to Olivia's house he thought to himself that it was an exceptionally beautiful evening in New York City, the sky was seductively clear, the breeze was soft and perfectly romantic. Elliott hoped that the weather would be just as good when they went to Jersey as it was here. He wanted this particular night with Olivia to be beautiful, romantic and of course memorable. As he pulled up to Olivia's apartment and placed the car in park he pulled out a small box from his jacket pocket and opened it . It was the most perfect diamond ring Elliott had ever seen. In reality Elliott would have never seen it had he not been working on a case.

Elliott and Olivia were partners investigating sexually based offenses in New York City. They had been together for years as partners and then slowly they became more. Elliott and Olivia both agreed that the only down side to their relationship was having to keep it away from all of their friends. No one in the squad room could know that they were seeing each other. If anyone found out, they would be putting their jobs on the line.

For the last year they were running away for secret rendezvous in Jersey. Elliott entered the apartment building and headed for the elevator, pushed the button and walked in. The little black box was still in his hand as the doors closed. Elliott remembered the first time he laid eyes on Olivia, her incredible brown eyes and sexy skin. He smiled as he remembered their first kiss, her lips were as soft as rose petals against his lips. Her scent was exotic and electrifying.

"Sir...excuse me?" A voice called into the elevator.

Elliot looked up and to his alarm saw more people than could possibly fit in the elevator waiting for him to get off.

"Sir, is this your floor? Are you okay?" The voice called again.

Elliott quickly put the ring back in his pocket and walked down the hall to Olivia's apartment and rang the door bell. His stomach was beginning to churn. He loved when his stomach fluttered because he knew it only performed such acrobatics when Olivia was around. Or when he talked to her on the phone, thought of her, looked at her or anything that involved her.

The door began to open and there she stood. Olivia, a goddess bar none.

"Elliot, your early, come in, come in." Olivia said as she took Elliott by the hand and brought him in her apartment.

"Shes gorgeous" he thought to himself.

Olivia was a very attractive woman, at 32 she was Elliott's Cleopatra. Elliott loved to go swimming in her beautiful brown eyes. Her perfect olive skin was soft against his. She was a strong, sometimes stubborn woman but at the same time entirely fragile. At times Elliot thought he saw a certain pain in her eyes, a pain that was masked by her beautiful smile but a pain that could not be hidden from him.

Olivia had never entirely opened up to Elliott other than a stranger had raped her mother and that was how she was born. He was almost certain there was more to the story but Olivia held back her tears, refused to cry, even in front of him. He never pushed her to tell the whole story but accepted the parts she could tell. One day he hoped she could open up completely, he was confident his patience and love would provide her with a warm landing.

"I am almost ready, let me get my shoes." She told Elliot as she went into her room.

"No rush, you look fantastic tonight." Elliott said. He loved it when she wore that black skirt. It fell just above her knee. Her shirt was in typical Olivia style. She wore her standard white shirt under the softess form fitting sweater Elliott had ever had the pleasure of touching. He never could figure out what the white shirt was for. He noticed no other women had dressed that way specifically but he couldn't figure out why she absolutely had to have it. He had asked her about it once or twice but that pained look came back into her eyes so he didn't ask again but he defiantly knew something was wrong when not only did Olivia continually make excuses for not making love with Elliott, one night, while watching their favorite movie, Olivia was laying in Elliott's arms. Elliot tried to slip his hand under her shirt to rub her stomach and Olivia cringed, pushed his hand away and asked him to leave. She wouldn't see him for a week but Elliott took her back no questions asked. He loved her.

"Alright, ready!" Olivia came out of her room and joined Elliott in leaving the apartment building.

Elliot and Olivia took their seats at one of their favorite resturants in New Jersey overlooking the menu as the waitress came by.

"I heard the staek here is amazing." Elliot said.

"Really? Hmmm, I guess I'll have staek, medium rare." She told him smiling.

"Great, we'll have two staeks, her's medium rare, mine well done and your best wine please." Elliott told the waiter

"Okay, My name is Melissa and I'll be your host. Please let me know if you need anything. I'll be back with your wine shortly." The waitress informed the two.

"Did I tell you that you look incredible tonight, I mean really beautiful?" Elliot took Olivia's hand in his.

"Elliot? Whats going on? Why are you so serious tonight?" She asked him, searching his face.

"Olivia, I have been doing a lot of thinking. I can't sleep because you are always on my mind. I am always wondering if you are okay, if you are hurting, I wonder what you are doing when I am not around. I want to wake up next to you every morning, because I can't think ofanything more beautiful than looking into your face at the start ofeach new day. I am asking you to start each new day with me; Olivia Benson... will you marry me?" Elliot was looking expectantly at Olivia, however, he was not prepared for her reaction.

Olivia's eyes welled up with tears. She was trying to hold it in but was starting to loose the battle. She was staring at Elliot dumbfounded. Slowly she pulled her hand out of the grasp of his.

"Olivia?" Elliot was immediately concerned. What did he just do? Did he just throw away one of the most beautiful relationships he has ever had? What was happening?

" I...I am sorry...Elli...I um, I have to go. I have to go now."Olivia frantically picked up her purse and grabbed her keys off the table, knocking over a glass of tap water. She was walking almost running out of the restaurant just as Elliot grabbed hold of her arm.

"Liv, please wait! What iswrong?" He grabbed her and spun her around, forcing her to look at him.

"Sweety what is wrong? Why are you running?" She was starting to squirm out of his grasp.

"Please Elliot leave me alone! I have to go! I am so sorry." She spun around quickly and stepped out into the busy street. SSSSCCCRREEAAAACCCCHHHHH

"OLIVIA WATCH OUT!" Elliot screamed out to her but it was to late. The driver of the red Honda didn't see her in time to stop. Olivia slammed hard into the vehicle. Her head shattering the safety glass of the front windshield. Olivia was not moving. Elliot ran over to her calling out her name. "Olivia? Livie? Baby answer me!"

Elliot rolled her lifeless body over towards him. "Liv, answer me sweet heart, open your eyes." Slowly he saw her head begin to move forward and back, "El?...El...please, it hurts." She managed to tell him. "Help...me El." she muttered "I will Liv don't you worry."