Chapter 1

Elliot watched the guy get out of the car and run to the passenger side to open the door. He scoffed when the guy held out his hand. She wouldn't go for that. She's not...okay maybe she is like that. He scowled as he lifted her out of the car. He could barely see the smiles on their faces. They locked arms and began walking towards Olivia's building door. Elliot got out of his car and slowly walked down the sidewalk. He stopped behind a bush where he could see and hear them.

"I want to see you again." This guy is annoying, Elliot thought.

Olivia looked down smiling as he took her hand. "I would like that." She said looking up. Elliot could feel his anger rising.

He kept it under control though, even though the next thing almost pushed him over the edge. The tall, brooding guy leaned forward and placed a kiss on Olivia's soft lips. Before he pulled away completely, he whispered something in her ear. Olivia giggled. She actually giggled.

"Well we'll see about that." She gave him a small smile. "I expect to hear from you tomorrow, Doctor."

"Are you going to arrest me if I don't, Detective?" he asked stepping away, but he held her hand.

"I may." She smiled as he kissed the top of her hand. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He answered, lingering for a moment before heading for his car.

Olivia and Elliot watched as he got in and drove away. After the car was out of view, Elliot turned back to Olivia expecting her to be unlocking the door, but she just walked to the steps and sat down.

"Are you going to stand in the shadows all night?" she looked directly at him behind the bushes. "I may have to call the cops." she joked lightly. He took a deep breath before coming forward. To anyone else, he looked calm and collected, but Olivia could feel the rage rolling off of him. She knew he was mad. She stood up. "Why are you here?"

Elliot took in the way she was dressed. She had on a knee length navy blue halter dress that hugged every curve of her body. Her wrap hung lightly on her bear shoulders. Elliot ignored her question. "How was your date with what's his name?" he asked nonchalantly walking up the steps.

"What's his name has a name and you know it." She snapped at him, pulling her keys out of her clutch.

"Well then," he stepped closer than needed. "How was your date with Colin." He drawled. He grabbed the keys from her hand and headed towards the door. "Why didn't he stay?"

Olivia grabbed the keys before he could enter them into the lock. She held on to them tightly. "Go home, Elliot." she demanded tiredly.

He smiled at her, she knew that smile. It was the one before he went off on a suspect. It was the one that got so many to confess. She almost took a step back, but stood up to him. She would never give him the satisfaction. That may have been a mistake because before she knew it, his arm around her waist and her back was against the wall. She let out a small whimper of pain. Bricks connecting with her bare shoulder did not feel good. His free hand held her key hand. Her free hand rested on his chest.

"Let go" he whispered dangerously

She tilted her head to the side. "You first." They locked eyes, neither willing to back down. Olivia finally tried to break free, but she was trapped between the wall behind her and Elliot. She smiled at him. "Your arm must not be comfortable stuck between me and the wall." She whispered leaning her head back. She used as much force as she could muster to push her back against the wall. He hissed and she got her opportunity to move from his grasp. She didn't get far because now he was behind her with his arm around her waist. He regained her hand with the keys and forced them to the lock. "You're not coming up." She tried to fight him.

"Scared?" he questioned in her ear.

The door opened and he pushed her in. "Of you? Never."

He spun her around and pushed her against inside wall. "Good" He said before capturing her lips in a punishing kiss. "What about of yourself?" He pulled her towards the elevator. Their body's never separated.

Elliot stayed behind her and trailed his lips around her neck. The elevator was on its way up before Olivia answered. "I'm afraid you'll get hurt." She quipped.

"Don't worry about me, baby." He suckled her pulse point. "I can handle myself."

She pushed him off as the doors opened and walked out of the elevator backwards. "Then go home and um..." she looked down at him. "handle yourself." She then turned and headed for her door. She was about to unlock her door when she realized that she didn't have her keys. Her head fell against the door. She turned back to the elevator. Elliot was leaning against the closed doors holding the keys up, a smart ass smile on his face. "Toss them." She instructed.

He smiled at her before pushing himself up and sauntering over to her. She watched him come closer. She mentally kicked herself for not moving away from her door. Without ever touching her, he backed her to the door. His chest and the door held her in place. He had one hand resting on one side of her while the other moved the the keyhole, but not without sliding across her back. "I like it so much better when you handle me." He whispered seductively. She nearly fell backwards as the door opened. Luckily, Elliot's arm was around her again saving her from the fall. He pushed her in and slammed the door behind him. He dropped the keys and pushed her purse from her hands. "Tell me, why didn't lover-boy stay the night?" He still didn't let her go.

Olivia looked him in the eyes. "He has to get up early tomorrow, as do we." her voice was raspy.

Olivia's eyes widened a little as his eyes clouded over with anger. He roughly pushed himself away from her. He began pacing in her living room. Olivia pulled her wrap off and hung it up. She picked up her keys and purse and set them on the table. Her eyes never left Elliot's moving form. He stopped pacing, but made a beeline for her. Again, she didn't move. She wasn't afraid of him. He stopped a mere inch from her face. "Has he spent the night?" If he was any further away she wouldn't have been able to hear him. She didn't answer. "Answer me." His voice was low, demanding.

This time she did step back. It wasn't out of submission, it was out of the need for space. "No"

He closed the distance between them once more. This domineering act was starting to get to Olivia. "You're lying." He hissed.

Olivia used all of her strength to push him back. He looked shocked when he regained balance. "I am." She declared. "More than once." She almost shouted. "And it was good." She stabbed. Elliot's breathing was growing irregular. "Tell me, in the last...3 months of our...affair, how many times have you slept with Kathy?" Elliot froze. "Yeah, remember her? Your wife. The one you go home to every, well, almost every night?" She brushed past him heading towards her bedroom. "Don't corner me like that when you don't have a leg to stand on." She said bitterly.

Elliot took a moment to collect himself before he followed her. Her door was closed and locked. He knocked. "Open up, Liv." She didn't answer. "Liv, you know I wont leave." He stood there another few seconds before he heard it unlock and the door open. Olivia pushed past him in a pair of sweats and tank top. She walked into her bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth. She got it wet and wiped her face. She could see Elliot in the mirror behind her. She dried her face and walked right past him again and into the kitchen. She stopped. She didn't know what to do now. She leaned against the counter. Elliot walked over and stood across from her with his arms crossed. Neither moved or spoke. Their eyes stayed locked on the others. Olivia waited for him to say something, and he waited for her to say something.

"I'm sorry." he offered lamely

Olivia almost laughed. "No you're not." She walked over to the fridge and got two beers. She handed him one.

He rested the top on the counter and knocked the cap off. He took hers and did the same thing. "Well, not really, but hearing that you liked it with some other guy and then bringing my wife up is kinda harsh." He dumped the liquid down his throat.

Olivia did the same. "Yeah, you shouldn't have cornered me like that." She said sadly. "We're in this...thing together. And you know as well as I do that it's wrong. We're not dating." She said simply and Elliot knew she was right. They downed their drinks.