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Okay…liv and el have been dating for 2 years at this point….this story starts out about 3 months after Smoked ended….I am writing virgin so be kind…only thing I ever wrote I copied from a text book

UNTIL HE DIDN'T

Oliva heard the elevator door shut and knew right away it was him. She heard his voice talking to the other officers in the precinct. She felt a chill down her spine and her heart begin to race. He was here.

Elliot.

Cragen had told her, Munch and Fin that Eliott would be in today, although the captain hadn't elaborated in what capacity, and Olivia couldn't help but wonder. Was he here because he was coming back to work? Was he here to officially quit? She had no idea, how could she, had shut her out of his life for the past 2 ½ months after being together as a couple for the last 2 years.

Ever since that day in the squadroom three months ago when Sister Peg and Jenna were killed, nothing has been the same. Elliot had asked Olivia for some time alone to sort through what had happened that day. She'd said she completely understood and supported his need to find his own way through the tragic events that took place that day and he'd made it very clear to her when he packed up his truck for places unknown that he was only leaving the job for the time being, not her. She'd believed him, only asking for the occasional phone call to let her know he was okay.

He'd agreed and thanked her for her love and understanding. He'd then kissed her goodbye, it wasn't the same as it had been for the last two years, but she'd understood, he wasn't the same. He was in an extremely dark place. He would probably never be the same again. He was still Elliot though and he'd always kept his promises to her. Until he didn't.

He'd called her the first week he was gone told her he was fine and ended their conversation. He'd called again the next week and told her the same thing. She'd tried to be as understanding as she could be but she had been worried sick about him.

And then after that second phone call she hadn't heard his voice again until he walked into the squadroom ten minutes ago. He hadn't called or anything for the next two months. She'd been a wreck the entire time, was he okay? Was he alone? Did he find someone else to help him through this? Did he eat his gun? These were all things that went through her head on a daily basis. She hadn't eaten or slept well the entire time he had been gone.

Now he was back. He was downstairs. And she couldn't face him. She had never been at a loss for words when it came to Elliot. They told each other everything. Until they didn't.

Olivia made some excuse to Munch, telling him she needed to take care of something quickly and got out of there as fast as she could and made her way to the roof. She couldn't breathe. She just needed to get out of the squadroom before Elliot saw her, before she saw him.

She leant over the edge of the roof of the precinct just breathing in as much air as she could.

She knew she was only avoiding the inevitable. She would obviously have to face him at some point. But All she could think to herself was 'Mother fucker! What a bastard! How could he stay out of touch with her for two and a half months after everything they'ed said they meant to each other!'

And yet, she felt guilty for her thoughts. He'd had been through something horrific. He'd shot a teenage girl. He'd spent fourteen years at SVU saving women and children from the dregs of society and he ended up killing one of those children he had always prided himself on being able to save.

She understood this, but at the same time, fuck him, she didn't understand. She understood cutting himself off from the job, from the horrors they see and deal with every day, but not her. She was supposed to be the one good thing in his life and yet at his lowest moment in life he made her feel that she just wasn't enough.

Her conversation with herself was cut short as she heard the door to the roof open. She turned around and there he was, standing there in his jeans, t-shirt and scruffy beard. Her heart melted, as it usually did when he entered a room and she turned away as quickly as possible, because she knew if she didn't, she'd be in his arms in a split second. And as much as she wanted to just run into his arms and be grateful that he was safe, she was still very hurt and angry.

She felt trapped. She was on the damn roof and he was up there with her. There was no escaping the conversation that had to come next, she know that. But all she could do was remember his words the day he left, that he was leaving the job, not her, that he trusted her an no one else. Until he didn't.

REVIEWS PLEASE be kind…..What will Liv say to Elliot? What will he say to her…I wanna know what you all think first time writing ANYTHING….be nice but honest! Thanks guys!