A/N A rumba is that little vacuum cleaner that cleans the floor all by itself! Where have you all been hiding, under a rock? :)

"A what?" I asked, I wanted to say what the hell but I was alone with Eli and didn't want him 'picking up nasty habits'

"That's what I thought," I heard John shout 'bag and tag!' then a few seconds later say 'be careful, rookie!"

"I'm sorry John," I stammered "you're there tonight with a bunch of newbies and I'm at fault."

"Oh, hush it Olivia!" he argued "I'm not the one who needs to watch his back."

I was kind of getting tired of references to the note.

"Alright, we'll I'm going to let you go." I sighed and closed my phone after his goodbyes and warnings to stay safe.

I walked into the living room to see if I was needed and Kathy's face said it all, Elliot lied and I am pissed.

"Olivia," Kathy quibbled "Please tell me why you're here. I don't think phone calls at the exact same time and a reference to a knife in your back is exactly what a person who's apartment building is being fumigated would talk about."

I looked at Elliot, I had a million things I wanted to say to him but the only one that came to mind was "What the hell did you tell her?" I took a deep breath and decided that I didn't want to hear it from him. "Well, to sum it up in a sentence I have a stalker that wants to…"

"Stick a knife in your back and Porter's?" Kathy interjected.

"Well, he wants to stick a knife in my back and I have no idea what he's doing to Dean right now." When I said his name for some reason I wanted to cry, I had once loved this man, we weren't the best couple we had our problems but when he said my name back in Terri's apartment it took me back. Back to Oregon, back to knowing he was the only person there that knew who I was and feeling secure in his arms. I also remembered how I felt when I kissed him, I thought 'maybe we can make it work' it didn't matter that I was mad at him and was setting him up just then but he was the only (non-taken) man who was there for me; the worst part about seeing him leave me in the interrogation room was not the fact that he had indeed gotten away with murder but was the fact that he had told me straight out there was nothing between us.

"Olivia, I like you, you know I do but I cannot have you around my family when you have a stalker that wants to kill you! Look, I get what Elliot was thinking, my partner needs to be safe, how about in Queens where no one will think to look there but I think that you should just stay the night tonight and leave in the morning, please call Don."

I looked at Elliot one more time and turned to make the call, next thing I knew it was past midnight and someone was creeping down the stairs, I hadn't gone to sleep I was just counting every time their grandmother clock chimed.

"Liv!" I heard someone whisper, I was too out of it to know who, "Liv, are you awake?" It was Elliot.

"Oh, El, what's up?" I murmured

"Apparently you and me." He joked

"Very funny." I stuck my tongue out "Why are you up?"

"Oh, well I usually wake up at this time of night/day. I can never get back to sleep so I thought I'd check on you." He peered behind my back "All clear."

Elliot was sitting next to me so I tapped his cheek jokingly as if I was slapping him. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, "El, don't tell anyone but, I'm scared. I went to bed two hours ago and just laid here, I can't get to sleep. I just keep thinking 'Clayton Gassette'"

Elliot hopped up for a couple of minutes just leaving me sitting there in my misery. He came back with two mugs one said 'World's Best Dad!' painted by Maureen as a fathers day gift so many years ago, before I even knew Elliot but I've heard the story so many times that I felt like I was there, the other a plain green mug (with hot water in it) with a red bow around it and a box wrapped up in pink heart paper.

"Shhh," Elliot put his finger to his lips, "I got everyone Valentines day gifts just in case we all had to work tonight and here's yours."

My face lit up and luckily it was dark and he couldn't see me blush, "Oh my gosh El." I already knew what the package would be, tea. I opened it and I could make out the words 'berry' and 'sampler' "Thank you! What did you get for John and Fin?"

"Well for the skeptical one, a book about UFO's and JFK and Elvis. It's by a comedian who is probably the only one person that is crazier than John. Then Fin, I really didn't know what to get him so I got him a picture frame and gave him a copy of the picture we took at the Christmas Party when he fell asleep and someone put some whipped cream on him, I think he'll love it."

"Or kill the person that took the picture."

We both laughed at the characters we worked with, "Elliot, can I tell you something."

Elliot turned towards me, he knew that I was going to say something serious, "Anything, you know that."

"I know when Porter left and got off Scot-free we both wanted to kill him but, when he left me just standing there the only thing that went though my mind was 'how could he leave me? How could he flirt with me, hell even kiss me and walk away with saying there's nothing between us? I know that I never talk about love at work because of what we see but, I've got to say maybe he was the one"

"Liv, there will never be the perfect one. Never the perfect person that you won't ever fight with, there will always be problems."

"But look at you and Kathy, besides the fact that you bicker sometimes you are still what I would consider the perfect couple, and your kids? They are so damn lucky. I wish I had this growing up maybe I wouldn't be here, hiding from a psycho, if I had a good environment growing up. It's times like these that I miss my mom." I sighed and Elliot rubbed my back.

We heard some creeping on the stairs and I freaked out, I'd been a little jumpy since I'd gotten that damn death threat.

"Oh, sorry." The figure said, it was Kathy. "I was looking for Elliot and figured he went down stairs when I smelled the coffee and then heard my name, again sorry."

I smiled at her though the darkness and highly doubted that she saw it, "It's fine, we're just talking come on down." I scooted over and Elliot followed as we made room for Kathy.

"So, take me up to speed. I heard Kathy and then 'miss my mom'"

Kathy had been there for me when my mom died, Elliot and I hadn't been as close as we are now and Kathy, being a woman, just helped a lot.

"Well we were talking about whether or not there is such a thing as a one, I think there is but Elliot, being Elliot says there is no such thing, nobody's perfect."

I could see Kathy purse her lips while she was thinking, "I think that there could be the one but not on it's own. People have to work to make things perfect. Who do you think your one is?"

I wanted to say Elliot but I suppressed that thought and just laughed, "It'll sound stupid but, Porter. I'm assuming Elliot came home and was ranting about him a couple weeks ago." I paused for her answer, but nothing, "I knew him back in Oregon he'd been my case handler and something about him struck me, we had the friendship level of Elliot and me and the for the attractiveness, the only couple cuter than us would be you and El."

"Thanks!" Kathy piped

I laughed and continued even though I was in pain for even saying that, "And on that last case I hadn't seen him in so long and he was like a breath of fresh air, but when he left I couldn't breath and I told Elliot that when Cragen gave us the order not to arrest him I should've been pissed at him for getting away with murder but I was more mad that he said there was nothing between us, and now some psycho thinks that I'm dating the man and is probably going to kill him!" I didn't know where that last thing came from but that's when it hit me, some psycho is probably going to kill him, the man I thought I could love more than Elliot. I tear fell down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away, the action went unnoticed by Kathy but Elliot looked at me and though the darkness I could tell he wanted to hug me with out the risk of being bitched out by his wife.

"Well, I just wanted to see what Elliot was doing. Olivia, maybe I was too hasty to judge the situation earlier, you can stay here as long as you want to."

I was going to thank her when my phone rang. I looked at Elliot and got tense all of a sudden, what could this call be about.

I answered my phone, my voice full of worry and uneasiness, "Benson."

"Ahhh, Olivia." The voice on the other end was scratchy and sounded twisted.

"Clayton?"