Author's Note: I did this one in Olivia's Point of View....so...tell me if I should stay out of her mind. I know that somethings you probably don't think she would think but we don't know what Olivia thinks...only what she says. Besides it's my story!

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Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

When Marriage Becomes a Sin

Chapter 2

Orange Juice and Cinnamon Rolls

Olivia's Point-of-View

I walked into Elliot's hotel room with a carton of orange juice and cinnamon rolls. The carton of orange juice was for his hangover and the cinnamon rolls were for me. Although I knew I couldn't possibly eat all of them without it taking a week. I looked around the hotel room. It looked like a guest room of a queen's palace but it contained no Elliot. The door to his room was wide open though so I cautiously walked towards his room saying his name softly. When I got to the door I knocked on it, as much as I wanted to see him naked I didn't want him to know that I saw him naked. I waited a few seconds for an answer, my mind wandering to unclean places. I didn't hear an answer so I walked in quietly.

I took in the scene trying to figure out where he was. The bathroom door was closed and there was the sound of the shower radiating from the room. I rolled my eyes. This meant I would have to wait to talk to him. I looked around, and was pleased to find that the room was pretty clean. Elliot's suitcase was open on a table; his clothes were neatly folded in the suitcase. I hate to say it made me smile. Too many things about that man made me smile.

I walked to his suitcase and found him something to wear. I wanted him to look presentable for when he finally saw Holly. She had enough today, she didn't need to see him in a wife beater and jeans. I decided on some nice jeans and a black button up. It was the least I could do, besides wasn't this all my fault? Although…it was his choice to get drunk. I went and placed his clothes on his bed. He would have to take care of the underwear and socks.

I looked around still; there was an empty glass on the bedside table. Is that all that got him drunk? I pondered that for a second and then figured he cleaned up the rest of it all. I grabbed the glass and went into the kitchen space. I cleaned out the glass and then started searching for another one. I found one that was bigger and poured him a glass of orange juice, and then I put a cinnamon roll on a plate with a napkin underneath.

I decided I better get in and get out because he could be coming out of the shower any time…and who knew if he took clothes in with him. I was soon in his room by the bed stand. I put the stuff down quietly and then looked at the bathroom door. It was then I realized that the sound of the shower had disappeared. Before I could hightail it out of there the door opened exposing his all-too-naked body.

Why didn't he wear a towel? I thought before clapping a hand over my eyes.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed

The image of him naked was now implanted in my memory forever. He was so…masculine. I made my way out of the apartment ignoring his… "Olivia don't leave."

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I sat in a comfy recliner in my hotel room's bedroom. I was still in my dress thinking of changing out of it. I loved wearing dresses but they were completely uncomfortable. This dress especially.

My mind kept skipping to uncleanly things, stuff like him ripping the dress off of me. He was my partner! I had known him since the academy that's four years! My mind reminisced about cleaner things, like the three times he had asked me out. The first time was the first hour at the academy. He was charming and handsome but I told him I liked to get to know people before I dated him. The second time I told him we were too good of friends and I didn't want to ruin that. Then the third time I told him he wasn't my type, although really I was just afraid of losing him. All the times he asked me out were in the first month of the academy. We spent almost all the time we weren't busy with academy things together. We used to hang out, study together, and eat meals together. We even slept in the same bed a couple of times.

Our closeness was distanced when we became partners though. We started being a little bit more professional and since it wasn't professional to go with your opposite sexed co-worker to the movies all the time we didn't.

After that month I regretted not saying yes so much. I fell in love with him so easily. He was my best friend but I wanted more. I thought he didn't want it though.

I heard the front door open slowly. I could tell because it was creaking loudly. The descending opening door sound. You'd think in a hotel this upscale they'd pride themselves on un-squeaky door. He walked quietly in saying my condescendingly. I didn't answer slightly hoping he would just go away,

I didn't want to talk about what happened this morning. I just wanted it to dwell in my thoughts…untainted but what he really meant.

He walked into my room…well he was standing in the doorway. He was looking at me I could feel it.

"Hey…" He said drawing it out.

"Hi," I drew mine out too and refused to look at him.

He walked in and sat down on the bed. He sighed. "We really screwed up didn't we?"

"We?" I looked up at him and disbelief.

"Just making sure you're still alive in there." He said with a smile.

I looked down going back into my 'dead' state. "Yeah…you screwed up big time."

"I wouldn't trade it for the world. It was amazing." That made me tingle all over. Was he trying to get committed? "It's safe to say you're a good kisser."

"I don't think I was doing even half of the kissing." I stated trying not to smile.

"I felt you smile." He countered.

I looked up to glare at him. "You must be feeling things. I don't smile at other's expense."

I stood up and headed out to the living room. I could hear him following me.

"That was cold…baby." He was still drunk.

"Can you stop being so annoying?" I asked him walking to the couch.

"Did you tell Holly yet?" He asked

"No Elliot…I went to get O.J. and cinnamon rolls to celebrate first. What do you think?" I said with sarcasm. I liked him better when he was sober than when he was drunk and not kissing me. "Are you gonna sleep this thing off or just wait until you pass out?" I asked getting overly annoyed.

"Don't count on it…unless you're gonna let me sleep it off in your bed holding you."

"I'm guessing you want sex too?" I asked with sarcasm dripping from my tone.

"No…I wanna remember our first time."

I rolled my eyes. "You're a jackass when you're drunk you know that right?"

"Do you have more of that orange juice?" He asked staggering over to the kitchen. Next thing I knew he was passed out on the floor. Finally.

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Leslie knocked on my door about an hour later. She wasn't in her bridesmaid pre-wedding dress anymore, and neither was I. I was in a t-shirt that said 'Holly's Bachelorette Party' and so was she. There was so much mandatory clothing for this damn wedding. Holly's parents were going to have a cow when they figured out it was called off. Which it didn't really matter because they were richer than god.

"Hey," I said when I opened the door.

She smiled, "Nice shirt…do you know where Elliot is?" She asked quietly.

"He's passed out on my kitchen floor." I informed her.

"Oh…" Her voice slid down in tone, "Well." She handed me an airline ticket. "Holly is terribly sorry."

I sighed. She shouldn't be sorry for me…anyone but me. "Tell her I know…and that I'm sorry too."

Leslie nodded. "She told me that Elliot needed to find his own way home."

I smiled and nodded. He deserved that much.

"Alright…have a nice flight home."

"You too."

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Parker was the next person to knock on my door. I went to the door knowing it was him. I opened the door to see him in jeans and a black button up no doubt the guy's pre-wedding dress assignment.

"Hey baby." He said with a smile.

I did my best to not make my smile look fake. He walked in wrapping one arm around me and kissing me deeply. I tried not to pretend it was Elliot but I couldn't help myself. Parker kissed nothing like Elliot did so I had a hard time believing my thoughts.

He walked past me into the living room. There was no doubt in my mind that we were too acquainted.

"So it's too…bad…?" He paused I figured he saw Elliot on the floor. I had put a pillow under his head and covered him with a blanket. "Why is Elliot on your floor?"

"He was going to go raid my fridge when he passed out," I explained walking over to the couch.

"Was the blanket and the pillow really necessary?" He asked sounding disgusted.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes…" I said hostility apparent when I said it through my teeth.

He headed towards me. "Why so tense?" He asked sitting down on the couch.

"He kissed me…this morning." I told Parker.

"Was it that bad?" He asked with a smile. How naïve was he?

I smiled seeing how oblivious he was. "You wish," I said and then his smile vanished. "Just kidding babe."

I added that in at the very last minute. "Did you get your ticket?" He asked. I nodded. "Do you think they put us on the same flight."

"I doubt it." I stated walking over to where I left the ticket. I hadn't even bothered to look at when I was leaving, "Flight 334?" I asked

"Dang…210…Jesus when are you leaving?" He asked

I looked at the ticket…two days from now. I was stuck in Paris for two days. In any other circumstance that would have been wonderful but Paris held the idea of Elliot getting married to another woman for me, but also the kiss now. This could be good. Plus I didn't know if he was rushing home so soon either.

"Two days," I said with a smile.

"Great you'll be in San Diego…for two more days…alone." He stated smugly. I know he'd offer to switch flights if he had enough money to do so.

"Don't worry. I brought my gun." I told him.

He smiled and shook his head. He kissed my forehead. Well my flight is today…in a couple of hours so I'd better go get ready. I wanna get a nap in before I can't sleep for awhile."

Parker couldn't sleep in airplanes. He listened to music almost the entire time they were in the air, on the way to San Diego. I watched him leave the hotel…little did I know I'd never see him again.

Alright...if it says...Paris..anywhere...I'm sorry. I had a moment....where I was dumb enough to think Elliot would go to Paris to get married. I know stupid.

Umm R&R...please...cause so far I'm convinced this story sucks!