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Chapter: The very 1st!

Title: Of Detectives, Of Friends

A/N: This would be my first Law & Order: SVU fic. I've long since been a fan of the series, loving the action and logic of it all. Though, I've always been too conflicted on whether to write a fic or not about it. I have plenty of ideas, never wanted to risk the chance of brutalizing and butchering brilliant characters Dick Wolf created. So, I am attempting to write one. Note that I am used to writing fanfics for Anime. And I have only written one for a tv show: Already In Love, an X Files fic. This fic is going to be about Detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler. In fact, any fics I write in the future for this series will be an E/O pairing. I love them together! So, with that being said, please read and review.

Summary: Detectives Olivia and Elliot are known for their compatability and performance as partners in the SVU. While a partnership like theirs would usually result in one bad mishap, the two seem to have their feelings undercontrol. While everyone can clearly see they have deep feelings of unconfessed love for each other, clichely they themselves have not noticed. How hard is it to supress such emotions when they are together? Just how trying are their lives as partners? What happens when the two are put through severe trials in order to test their loyalty, trust, devotion, honor, and their love? Just how far will the other go in order to protect their secretly beloved? Read to see how the Gravity of their love is defined.

It had all happened so fast. One moment, Olivia had been standing near the window, interrogating a perverted rapist, and then the next, she'd been pushed up against the wall; the perp having slammed her back hard against the concrete. The pain spiraled through her head and back as her vision blurred. She could feel hands tracing up and down her body. She could feel her breasts being fondled, her pants being unbuckled. Trying to push back, Olivia stumbled when she went to shove the man away from her. She hit the ground hard, the man falling ontop of her. No sooner than he had began to run his hands over her thighs, he was jerked back roughly.

"What the hell do you thinking your doing!?" Elliot's raging voice rang in her ears, her head turning to the side as she struggled to push herself up. "You just sexually assaulted my partner you son of a bitch." He wasted no time in beating the shit out of the man, slugging him while holding him by the collar of his shirt which had begun to tear. Several other detectives entered the room, Cragen pulled Elliot back as Fin and Munch pulled the other man out of the room. Pulling himself from Cragen's grasp, he turned to his groaning partner. She was moving her head from side to side, face contorted in pain as she went to sit up, grasping the back of her head. Elliot immediately went to her aid, kneeling beside her as he brought his won hand upto the back of her head.

"Son of a..." Again, her vision blurred and she would've fallen back if not for her partners strong arms encasing her limp body. She felt his hand on her head, caressing the scalp gently as he held her upward.

"Liv, are you ok?" He asked, his voice heavily laced with concern. This brought a smile to her face and she slowly nodded her head.

"Aside from the splitting headache, I'm fine."

He gave a chuckle before standing and lending a hand down to help her up; one she greatfully accepted. She rose a little too fast as she swayed on her feet, Elliots arms once again coming to her rescue.

"I think you should get that checked out." The suggestion was left open as she smiled, hands gripping his biceps. For once, she didn't think that was such a bad idea, however, they had another rapist to catch.

"Elliot, I'm fine. It takes more than that to take my ass down."

The stubborn detective gave a smile before pulling away and walking out of the room, rubbing her head the entire time. Elliot merely grinned, shaking his head as he followed her out.

"Don't I know it." He murmured, impishly grinning once he saw her out in the hall.

In the entire 8 years he had known her, he could honestly say he'd never met a more amazing woman. Olivia seemed to have it all. She had the looks, the talent, the intelligence, the passion. She was loyal, caring, loving, beautiful. And if he could have her...

'She would kill me for thinking such things...' His thoughts were a bit on the naughty side, but then again, who could blame him? He'd seen his partner wearing very little over the years, and it oly fueled oblivious desires.

"Elliot." The woman that had occupied his thoughts for 8 years intterupted his blissful revere as he tuned into reality, staring at his gorgeous partner. "I just got a call from our informer. Says Conner Gonzaliis is in the Bronx."

And that was all he needed to hear before grabbing his coat and quickly following her to the car they'd shared. Of course, he was the one who always had to drive. Not that he minded.

"So, where exactly is he at?"

"He was spotted leaving the local hotel. My guess is he went out for his next victim."

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the disclosed location. Parking the car across the street from the hotel, they made theirselves comfortable. Reclining the seats back, and turning on their radio. Olivia couldn't help but rub her head. It was throbbing! The pain pulsed throughout her skull, causing her eyes to flicker almost tiredly. Elliot had noticed her odd behavior, his eyes darting to her whenever her head swayed.

"I still think you need to get your head checked Liv."

"I think you need to mind your own business El." She deadpanned, giving him one of her 'you son-of-a-bitch' looks. The man laughed, shaking his head as he turned to watch the hotel. "You think he's coming back?"

"He'll need a place to stay, and since he just checked in here, I'm banking he'll bring his date back with him."

"She'll probably be sedated on high." Olivia quirked, exhaling as she laid back. "Why do we always get stuck on stakeouts?"

"Would you rather be out their chasing the guy?"

"Its more exciting."

"Its never been about the excitement Liv. Not for you." Oh, he knew her so well! Not that it wasn't to be expected. She knew him better than anyone else. Just like he knew her better than anyone else. It was a hand to hand deal. A silent bond they'd aquired.

"Yeah, its never about that for anyone yet here we are. Risking our lives after 8 years of seeing the shit that we see. The sickness of humanity."

"We only risk our lives to save others."

"Because someone has too." Her voice had gone into a whisper as she stared at her worn out complexion in the mirror. God she could go for a drink. "After this, what do you say to hitting a bar?"

Laughing, Elliot turned to her, his eyes skimming over her features. He knew that if he took her to a bar, someone would hit on her. So instead, he got another idea.

"I have beer at my apartment." The spark in her eye wasn't dim, and it certainly wasn't knew. He'd known for a long time now that they had an underlying current of attraction to each other. He could feel it everytime she walked into the room, could feel it whenever he saw her. Elliot couldn't even count the many times he'd wanted to push her up against a wall and have his way with her.

Even though he'd been previously married, even with his wife, his head had been filled with thoughts of Olivia. His partner was like a beautiful plague to him. Kathy had never been as exciting as her, as special to him. He felt like an ass for admitting that to himself when he was married. It was almost as if he'd been mentally cheating on Kathy. (A/N: but what do we care? :))

Olivia smiled to herself, glancing over at him as she brushed a strand of stray hair away from her eyes. She opened her mouth to reply, but spotted their perp walking into the hotel with a very delusional lady.

"Elliot." Wasting no time, she got out of the car, drawing her weapon as she pulled out her radio. "This is Detective Benson requesting back up at the Bronx Hotel."

Elliot shook his head, getting out of the vehicle and following closely behind her.

"Conner Gonzaliis, freeze." The man stopped, turning as he saw the two detectives approaching him quickly. "Put your hands up where I can see them and slowly kneel on the ground." Olivia kept her gun raised, her legs ready to bolt in any direction if the man chose to be stupid.

'He's gonna run.' She thought, spotting Elliot out of the corner of her eye. He'd begun to advance faster, trusting the woman beside him to watch his back. Something she'd do no matter what.

"Get down now! On the ground!" Elliot demanded, voice rising. The woman staggering off to the side of the man was only one reason the two hadn't advanced any farther. She was jeapordizing the entire situation with her presence. Gonzaliis began to lift his arms, before darting in the direction past the woman.

'Damnit, he knew we wouldn't fire!' Like lightning, Olivia ran after him. She kept on his trail while Elliot went for the car to cut him off at the other end of the street.

Her lungs were ready to collapse as she rounded the corner, coming to a dead end. She stopped, chest heaving up and down as she glanced around.

'Where the hell could he be?' Her guard remained up, ears and eyes open for any sign of movement, any sound. The clattering of foot steps came from above as she gazed up at the fire escape. 'Shit!'

Grabbing the latter, she pulled herself up just as Elliot came to a skidding hault near the entrance to the alley.

"Olivia!" He shouted, running towards her waving his hands. No sooner than he'd made it near the latter, the entire left side of the building blew. Elliot flinched, hitting the ground hard. Rubble and debri flew everywhere. "Liv... Olivia!?" Staggering to his feet, he searched the area. "Damnit.. Shit!" He cursed, lifting up boards and bricks. The low sound of someone groaned alerted him as he turned on his heels, spotting a womans hand sticking up from beneath a few boards and bricks. He could hear her coughing, her voice.

"Son of a bitch!" Aha, he knew it was her! She was alright! He smiled, pulling the boards and bricks off of her as he helped her up. "Christ..." She murmured, holding onto him. She was lucky to have escaped with a few cuts and bruises.

"You alright?"

The question earned him a goofy stare and a sarcastic laugh.

"Do I look alright?" She inquired, raising a brow as she began stepping out of the damaged zone. Fire trucks and police vehicles loittered the road. After some persuasion, Elliot had convinced her to be checked out by the ambulance.

"Your one stubborn ass." He grunted, wincing as the medic bandaged his head. Olivia had been sitting beside him; and she tossed him a glare.

"Someone has to be this way." He glanced to her just in time to see the shrug of her shoulders. "Ow! Watch it." Olivia warned, the medic tending to her leg backing off with his hands raised defensively. "I didn't know this bastard was suicidle."

As the medics finished, the two stood, walking towards their car as they took one final gander at the rubble.

"At least the building wasn't occupied. He could've let the bomb off back at the hotel."

"Its a good thing he didn't."

As the engine started, the two headed back to the precinct. After giving their reports to Cragen, they clocked out, and began to leave.

"Still up for a drink?" Elliot smirked, glancing over to her as she got into the passenger seat. The smile on her face gave away her answer as they sped off towards his apartment.

A/N: Its about 4 in the morning, sorry if my writing sucks xD I will make the next chapter better. Don't really know where I'm going exactly with this story, I only know what I want to incorporate within it. So, any ideas? Please? Feel free to flame/criticize me. Reviews are much appreciated and loved :) If I get enough reviews, I'll update fast. If not, the next chapter won't be out for a little while. Cruel aren't I? Review, Please.