What kind of writer am I?? I don't update for more than a week and when I do, the chapter's about as long as an inchworm. Eep! Don't kill me. I hope to placate you with this small gem. It's...short and sweet...?


Elliot's puzzlement didn't last long. It could have stretched further, but a few hours later, he got a phone call that sent him straight out of bed. Olivia had broken the case with irrefutable DNA evidence. "How'd you think to look under the seat?" he asked.
"Sudden flash of inspiration, I guess. Hurry on over, we need to arrest the guy again."

Before Elliot walked through the doors of the squad room, he heard a heated argument going on. He had his suspicions about who was yelling, which were confirmed when he pushed the door open and saw his partner and Casey Novak inches away from coming to blows. "Jesus Christ! What the hell is wrong with you two?"
Casey turned her wrath on Elliot, nearly screaming in his face. "Detective Benson here decided that it was okay to search a car without a warrant! The evidence she found is fucking brilliant, but now it's inadmissible in court!" She exited the squad room, taking her violent urges out on the door.

Elliot frowned. It wasn't like Olivia to be that rash. "You didn't get a warrant first?"
She glared at him. "I had to search it. I woke up at midnight for a reason, Elliot. I called Casey here at 2am precisely so she could get me a warrant."
"After you'd gotten the evidence."
"Nobody would know! She doesn't always have the most upstanding- never mind. Anyway, there's nothing else we can do now but go back to bed and wait for Cragen to yell at me in the morning. See you."

A few hours later, everyone was back at SVU...except for Olivia. Captain Cragen left his office and gave the entire unit the evil eye before barking, "She's still not here?"
"She is, she's just wearing an invisibility cloak," Munch deadpanned.
"Shut up, John," Cragen said, exasperated. "Let-"
"-you know when she gets in. We know, Cap. You've told us about sixty times." Fin glanced up at Cragen, in a very it's-not-my-fault-she's-not-here way.
The captain returned to his desk, rehearsing his tirade for the sixty-first time while keeping an eye on the door.

Fifteen minutes later, the door to the squad room opened, revealing a very disheveled ADA. "Uh, Liv wants me to let you know she'll be here in five." Before anyone could react, she'd sped off to wherever she had to be.
"She called her Liv. And why would Olivia call her, anyway?" Elliot muttered to himself.
"You say something, El?" Munch looked concerned for his coworker's sanity.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. Just thinking out loud... Holy shit."
"What?" Munch asked.
"They're having a lover's tiff." He held on to the desk for support.