A/N : Just wanted to take a second to thank everyone for all their kind reviews that made my ego so happy and gave my pride a huge boost! I'm so glad you guys responded so well to this! I wasn't to sure about it, it's not my usual style, and it's a lot more simple then any of my other fics, but I'm happy you guys are! So thank you so very much to everyone who left a review! Now I give you chapter 2 of "Company." Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Olivia stood on the steps of the one-six shivering with only two piping hot mocha lattees and a steaming bag of sticky buns to offer her warmth.

"Damn," she muttered to herself for not grabbing more then a denim jacket before she left her apartment. She looked at her watch as she tried to balance everything in one hand and open the door with the other. 6:30am. Three hours of sleep. No wonder everything seemed to require more effort. But perhaps her early in would earn her an early out. She watched as the sirens of an ambulance pierced her eardrums followed by a flash of red and white. She released a loud sigh. Oh well, a girl can dream.

She smiled as she entered the bullpen and removed her jacket. Today she was first in instead of Munch which meant today there would be actual coffee instead of the watered down coffee grinds in the form of a pasty sludge that Munch passed off as coffee. She placed her lattees and pastries on her desk and her jacket on the back of her chair gazing over at the coffee pot on a lonely table in the corner of the open room. It was full. She chewed her bottom lip taking a few long strides over to the table. And still warm.

"Damn man," she muttered shaking her head in disgust as she made her way back to her desk. "Damn pigheaded man," she reiterated as she examined his mess of a desk. He had a few files open, three more waiting to be completed, and a dozen or so waiting to be filed away. A handful of coke cans and an empty coffee mug also littered his catch all of a desk. "Oh Elliot," she mumbled to herself while passing his chair skidding her nails over his jacket from the day before as she softly made her way to the crib.

The dim light of the early morning cast a glow onto the otherwise dark bunks illuminating Elliot's sleeping figure. She moved beside him gently calling his name.

He reached out in his deep state of sleep to hit at an imaginary alarm clock.

She smirked and shoved him in his chest. "Oh wake up!"

He blinked rapidly as he focused in on her softened face.

"I thought I told you to go home Stabler."

He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his face. "Yea so? You tell me to do a lot of things. Doesn't mean they get done."

She rolled her eyes at him at him and sighed to herself. Lately he'd been spending more and more nights in the crib then in his own bed. It was hard to watch.

He looked up into her gentle empathetic eyes. "I know what you mean Liv," he sighed without every having to hear her say it. He knew already. He knew she understood, but also that she was scared and desperately worried about him. "Don't say it. I just can't stand the empty feeling you know?"

She nodded. "Yea. I do," she stated softly, and, in a move surprising them both, reached out and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck pulling him into an embrace.

He, in turn, wrapped his arms tight around her waist placing his head just above her breasts.

In that moment, neither felt so hopeless, like victims of uncontrollable circumstances. He didn't feel like another failing example of statistics and she didn't feel like a cliché lyric from some '80's hair metal song. There was only warmth and they felt oddly whole from their desperate attempt at an empathetic connection. After all, she wasn't too experienced with raw emotional intimacy, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to feel another person on such deeply a level so soon.

She skimmed her berry colored nails across the nape of his neck as he starred into her expresso colored eyes. Then again...

Her lips crashed down onto his before either had time to second guess their gut feelings.

... maybe they were just Elliot and Olivia, two lost souls reaching out for more from each other then just friendship and partnership finding understanding and comfort in something seemingly familiar but glaringly foreign.

She slid her fingers across his neck and into the open collar of his turquoise dress shirt scorching every inch of his cool skin she came in contact with. He, in turn, slipped his hands from her waist up inside the warm fabric of her fitted pink t-shirt that he pulled loose from the confinement of her hip riding dark brown corduroys.

Elliot moaned her name against her burning ruby lips as they parted briefly, their faces merely millimeters apart. She offered him half a smirk that complimented her smoky, darkened eyes as she climbed onto the bed her knees pressing against his outer thighs pinning him on the bed while forcing him backwards and her higher above him.

"Benson, my office now!" the captain's voice bellowed from somewhere down in the bullpen.

In the moment it took him to register the intrusive page, she was gone leaving him confused, heated, and stiff.

A/N: So I'm leaving you hanging my little darlings. HeHe :) If you liked it, let me know! I LOVE feedback! Thank you for reading!