It was snowing. Olivia Benson had on her purple, wool hat that Elliot's daughter Lizzie had knit her. She also was walking alongside Elliot, to go to the diner on the corner. It was their day off, and they had both agreed that they wanted to spend the day together. Maybe in the past, this would have been an issue with Kathy. But because the papers were filed, and the kids were with Kathy that weekend, there was no problem that Elliot Stabler spend the day with Olivia.

They walked arm in arm. They had both been quiet for the walk from Olivia's apartment. So, Olivia decided to break the deafening noise. "So, where in the world is your favorite place to be?" Olivia asked, demonstrating the world with a wave of her hand.

"You first," Elliot said, as a shy smile crept onto his face. He held the door open for Olivia, and they both chose their favorite booth next to the window. Olivia took off her hat, and said "I don't know… maybe in Nantucket."

"Where's that, again?" Asked Elliot. He wasn't the best at geography.

"Off the coast of Massachusetts." Olivia smiled as she recalled the memory, "I remember one time I had gone with a friend, and we rented bikes. After about an hour of riding them, we got lost. It took at least three hours to get ourselves back into the main town. But I got a lot of leg muscle that week." She chuckled, and the waitress came over. "Coffee?" She asked. Olivia and Elliot both said "Please."

Elliot took a sip of the freshly-poured coffee, and turned to Olivia. "I had a weird dream last night." He was trying to veer away from the other topic, mainly because his favorite place was… well… personal.

Thankfully, Olivia didn't notice. Instead, she smiled and said "Ooh, do tell."

"I was flying. And then every single memory I ever had replayed in my head. And then my alarm woke me up."

"Hmm." Said Olivia, taking a sip of her coffee. "Was I in there?" She asked.

Numerous times. "Once or twice," said Elliot, shrugging.

Olivia looked into Elliot's eyes. Elliot thought she was looking at them with such soft intensity that she was looking into his soul, and learning everything about him. Her warm eyes searched him, as if looking for something in particular. "What?" Elliot challenged playfully.

"I like that suit on you." Olivia said. She smiled, and leaned her head against her fist, which was balanced by her elbow.

Elliot studied her. "You okay?" He asked, cautiously.

Olivia shrugged. "Tired. I kept having nightmares last night."

"Of…?" Elliot inquired.

"When I was undercover." She looked away, as if almost ashamed.

"Liv, I really think you should see someone. Hell, George could physc-evaluate you every week if you really want him to."

Olivia shook her head firmly, her dark hazel eyes hiding behind her eyelids. "I don't need anyone. I'm fine." Her face became dark, and then softened as she absently stirred a spoon in her coffee.

By impulse, Elliot put his hand on top of Olivia's, which was resting in the middle of the table. He tried to take it away, because at first it looked like Olivia was freaked out by the notion. But when she grabbed his pinky when he started to move it, he kept it on top of hers. What Elliot thought was interesting, was that it was warm even though it was in the bare cold just a few minutes ago.

"You never answered my question, Stabler." Olivia said after a moment of silence.

His stomach flipped. "Which was…?"

"Where you favorite place to be was." Olivia said, matter-of-factly.

Elliot glues his eyes to the ground.

"Well?" She demanded, playfully.

He looked up. "With you."