A/N: You know the funny this is just after I posted this, I came across an FF that was entitled GOODBYE and it wasn't actually an FF but an A/N saying that because of mean reviews, the writer was bowing out, I was saddened by this, because lots of people seemed to like the writer, there was 23 reviews saying they had talent. Now, I'm not saying I have talent, by all means, but since the anonymous SARA left me that review, I felt sad… not for me, but for her. If she has SO little in life that leaving me a bad review ANNOYMOUSLY of course, makes her feel better, then I don't mind her review at all. I accept good AND bad reviews, it is a part of writing, and you must take the good with the bad. I WILL NOT stop writing, just because she does not like my work… though, I prefer reviews that tell you HOW you can improve on your writing. I write because to me, it's like breathing, but there is ALWAYS room for improvement, even with the best of writers. Sorry for the rant… I felt it was important. =D

Elliot had only been home a few minutes when he heard a knock at the door. He frowned and glanced down at his watch, it was far too early for Olivia to be home and he wasn't expecting company. He crossed the room to the front door, and peeped through the peep hole.

"Elliot, open the door!" the voice demanded before his eyes settled on her face.

He withdrew from the peep hole and stood gathering himself for a moment or two before reluctantly, he pulled the door open. "What are you doing here, Kathy?"

She shook her head at him and moved through the apartment, shoving him as she moved past him and into the living area. "I knew you'd go running to her," she spat. "And I'm sure she greeted you with open arms and a warm bed!"

Elliot rolled his eyes. "Don't start."

"You said nothing is going on, but here you are," she gestured to Olivia's apartment. "In her apartment!"

"You kicked me out!" he reminded her. His mind was buzzing and he felt a tension headache come on. He groaned outwardly. "Where did you expect me to go, Kathy?"

"A hotel…" she replied angrily. "The precinct… I know they have beds there. You could have gone to YOUR mother's house for crying out loud."

"Oh, God, you're not serious…" he sighed. Kathy knew the complications with his mother. Kathy couldn't seriously think that he would contemplate that idea. He would have rather sleep in a cardboard box than have to deal with his mother.

"ANYWHERE but here," she stated. "You know how I would feel about it, and yet you still went here. I know you could have crashed at Fin or Munch's place, why didn't you?" she demanded obviously angered by his choice to remain with Olivia.

"Because Liv is my partner, I tell her my S*#! and she tells me hers. It's the way it goes, Kathy. I have NEVER been unfaithful to you," he reminded her. He recalled Dani Beck then, and instantly dismissed it, he had been separated from Kathy by that stage, and she had been fooling around with some other guy. That was definitely not up for discussion.

"I don't believe you," she said staring him in the face. "I heard you…"

"Heard me what?" he snapped.

"I heard what you said!" she screamed.

Elliot's headache increased as he tried to understand what his wife was referring to. He searched his mind but he came up empty. He couldn't remember ever implicating Olivia in anything scandalous. He just wouldn't. She was his partner. His friend. She was… Olivia Benson.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he growled. "WHAT and WHEN?"

"Last night, El," her voice suddenly toned down and she stared at the floor, a look of devastation written across her face. He reached out to console her, unable to see his wife looking so torn, but she instantly rejected him, by pulling herself out of his grasp. He felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach.

"I was just-"

"I know what you were trying to do," she spat. "I don't want you to touch me. It's not even me you want anymore, is it?" she asked.

Elliot was taken aback by this question, and for a moment he was so stunned he couldn't utter a word. "I don't…"

"Don't lie!" she demanded. "Not after everything we've been through. Don't lie to me about something so Goddamn important."

Elliot lowered his head. "Okay," he nodded. "I won't lie."

"Tell me the truth," she ordered. "How long have you been sleeping with her?"

"I haven't!" he stated.

"El…"

"No, Kathy. I won't play this game with you. I have NEVER cheated on you with her, EVER! Liv has never been anything but a partner to me. I have never touched her… do you hear me? I have never-"

"But you've wanted to," she whispered. "I know you have. Because every night when I go to sleep I hear the whimpering and the groaning, and I hear you utter her name over and over again… don't you tell me you have never wanted her, because dreams don't lie, El. They don't lie."

Elliot ran a hand over his head, unable to come up with a reply. She wasn't far off. But Elliot had never made a move, he had never said anything out of character to her when it came to matters of the heart, but his wife was right. Night after night, his dreams were full of her… not Kathy, but Olivia.

"And you came here," Kathy went on. "You came here after everything that happened."

"I'm sorry," was all he could offer her. "I didn't mean to- I'm sorry."

Kathy nodded. He had finally been honest, by saying so little, and she couldn't find a way to make it better. She knew that in pressing her husband for his answer, she had probably lost him. But that was too much to take at that moment, and all she knew, was that she had to get away from him.

"I have to…"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'll call you."

"The kids," she corrected. "Call them!"

Kathy opened the door and without looking back, she slammed it shut behind her, leaving him alone.

And suddenly, he couldn't breathe, he had to get away. He grabbed his wallet, unsure of his destination, and he left the apartment.

I forgot to mention above… THANK YOU to those who reviewed, alerted and favorited this story, you guys are why I write on FF! =D