A/N: Okaayy…I liked the idea of sort of keeping it neutral and for you guys to place them where you want them to be, so that's probably what I'll do for right now. Anyways. Here's today's update, again, only this story is getting updated because it got reviews, surprisingly, all positive (*is happy*) =) New SVU tonight, who's excited? (also, poll number 2, what are your favorite episodes? I can try to incorporate parts of them into this. 'Fault' is a definite and probably 'Pursuit' as well, enjoy =D ~platarozaluna

She leaned into him and sighed, her body was already growing numb and her breath came out in hazy clouds that cast misted shadows over the black water like some sort of omen. Elliot had to keep her talking until they could be rescued. "Gitano…killed him," Olivia squeaked out, as if the little boy's death were finally catching up with her. "He killed him because my-" Elliot cut her off.

"Sshh, don't think about that, Olivia. It's over. There's nothing you could have done, you didn't know." He rested his chin on her right shoulder and continued. "You saved my life, Liv"

"But he killed the little boy!"

"You saved his sister!" Elliot persisted, spinning her around in the water to face him.

"I lost him, El, I lost him!" Before she could say anymore against herself, Elliot took a deep breath and kissed her passionately, and she kissed him back. "What the hell was that?" she asked when they pulled apart.

"What do you think?"

"The cold must be getting to you, I'm not Kathy," she said and began to rub his forearms in a desperate attempt to warm him.

"I know that. You aren't Kathy, you're Olivia Benson. My strong, amazing partner. People make mistakes. We both chose each other over the job tonight, I'm not saying it wasn't wrong, but in some way, I think it was right," Elliot said shakily, not knowing how much more time he had to get everything out.

"You're crazy, you know that? That didn't make a word of sense," she replied, although her face showed the faint hint of a smile.

"What's not to trust about something crazy?" he asked, smirking slightly.

"I don't know-the 'crazy' part," she laughed.

"But you trust it don't you? Do you trust me, Olivia?" he asked, and there was something about the earnestness and passion in his voice that made her face grow serious as the depth of the situation sunk in. She was dying. He was dying. They were dying.

"Of course, with my life, do you trust me?"

"Always," he replied and the two of them floated in each other's arms for a few minutes, taking comfort in each other.

"Elliot, why did you kiss me?" she asked suddenly.

"I didn't want you to not know," he replied. She stared into the strength within those blue eyes. He can't die. He can't….or she won't be able to live.

"Not know what?" she asked in a voice barely a whisper, but he heard her.

"How much I love you."

Alex Cabot recognized her immediately when she walked into the dining area and sat at a table in the corner where an attractive olive-skinned, dark- haired man was already seated. She wanted to run out and greet her, but she had to catch herself. Alex Cabot was supposed to be dead and Samantha Riley did not know Olivia Benson. As she tried to switch herself back over to her new identity, questions began to pop up in her mind. What was Olivia doing, here of all places? Was she working or with this man? Was he a boyfriend? Husband? Or was she on an undercover job? Alex watched their interaction as she cleared tables. Olivia looked what Alex never expected to see her as-vulnerable, nervous. This man seemed to have the ability to control her emotions and behaviors like a puppet-master. The smile on her former best friend's face was plainly fake, as the man's hand gestures indicated irritation and frustration. "Riley!" called the kitchen boss. Alex hurriedly carried the stack of White Star Line ceramic plates into the kitchen, hating the way her feet clattered against the marble floor, because, though she would never admit it, was straining to hear Olivia's conversation. "Who's taking that table in the corner?" she asked the other kitchen girls. Elle spoke up from by one of the stoves.

"That's my table, why?"

"Can I switch sections with you?" Alex asked earnestly. Elle looked out into the Dining Area. Her eyes landed on the man Olivia was with.

"Oh!" she smirked. "The Porter table, he's quite a guy, go right ahead,"

Alex didn't clarify that she wasn't after Olivia's boyfriend, but merely sped off into the direction of the small table.

"I-Dean I—Elliot is married," Olivia was saying. Dean? Porter? Then it hit her. Dean Porter. That conceited FBI agent. Why would Olivia be dating him? And why was she talking about Elliot, was he here, too? Alex straightened her simple white and black uniform and adjusted the cap around her blonde hair so that Olivia wouldn't recognize her. She asked them if they were ready to order, determined not to blow her cover.

"I'll take the filet mignon, bring my fiancé something nice and light, she needs to fit into her wedding dress," Dean Porter instructed. Alex wanted to punch him for making insinuating comments about Olivia's weight, but, unfortunately, that wasn't in the job description. Fiance? Had she heard him correctly? Why would Olivia marry him? Then it hit her, Olivia Benson, detective of Special Victims Unit who had put away more perps than Alex could count, was, herself, a special victim. Alex bowed to hide her horrified expression and brought their orders back to the kitchen to be prepared. As she waited on tables, she continued to glance up at them occasionally, noticing that they appeared to be fighting. When the time came to bring out their food, Olivia was nowhere to be found.

"I'm terribly sorry, she wasn't feeling up to eating. She's so fragile and the sea upsets her stomach, but here, since you went to all that trouble, take this and buy something for your pretty face," said Dean and he tossed a handful of coins into Alex's hand. She squeezed her fist closed. Olivia? Fragile? Yeah, when pigs flew and Elliot Stabler retired from the force, both of which would happen when hell froze over. She stormed back into the kitchen, her shift was over, and she planned on looking for Olivia. Even if she went to her as Samantha Riley, a concerned outsider. She had to convince her to break up with him, no one should have to live life in an abusive relationship. She wondered where Elliot was, as she had always figured he and Olivia would get together someday. They were very well-matched and she'd never seen a deeper bond of compassion than the one they shared. "Why don't you head down to the First Class Gym and see if they need you there," suggested Jaime, as Alex removed her white apron. She really hoped they didn't need her for anything. She had a friend to track down at present.

Imagine her surprise when she found 'sick' Olivia working out like mad down in the Gym. Probably because of the comments her supposed lover was making about her weight. If Olivia were any skinnier, she'd evaporate.

As time wore on, Olivia continued to exercise, showing no signs of stopping, in fact, she seemed to be going faster, and on an empty stomach no less. Alex filled a glass of water and walked over to her friend's machine. "Miss?" She called. "Miss? When exercising, it's very important to stay hydrated and…ohmygod…" she gasped and immediately put the glass of water down on the ground and rushed forward. Olivia's feet bucked on top of the peddles and she slumped forward into the hand rails. "Li—uh…Miss? Miss? Are you alright?" exclaimed Alex, trying desperately to stay in character as Samantha, the servant, while attending to her former best friend who had evidently just fainted from over-exercise because her boyfriend was an ass. Olivia came to after only a few minutes and blinked up at Alex.

"What happened? Who are you? I'm Alex Cabot, remember me? We were best friends.

"Samantha Riley, my duty is to serve first class passengers aboard this fine vessel. And as to what happened, you fainted ma'm. You didn't stay hydrated while you were exercising, and I'm assuming, burned more calories than you ate today. I'm not a workout expert, but that would be my best guess," Alex explained, pulling Olivia into a sitting position and handing her the glass of water.

"Thanks, and maybe it's because I just passed out, but do I know you? You look very familiar to me."

"I would assume not. You still look kind of pale, you should go rest. Is there anyone I should fetch to come and get you?" Alex asked, already knowing that if she said 'Dean Porter', she would reveal not only her true identity, but her thoughts about the man in true Alex-fashion.

"El. Elliot Stabler, my partner," Olivia murmured. Alex brightened. That, she would do.

"Where is he?"

"Took his kids to the pool. Second class," Olivia replied, looking at the water as if a monster was going to jump out of the glass and attack her. Alex left Olivia in the care of the other attendants and strode off to find Detective Stabler.

Seeing Elliot again was like truly being back in her lawyer days, even more so than seeing Olivia was. She'd once had a crush on him, until she realized how much Olivia cared about him and how far better matched they were. She'd started dating John soon after anyway. John. She wondered whatever became of him, if he was still a detective. If he was here on this ship, too. She shook her head of the thought. She was back in servant mode now, as she'd gotten an official request from a passenger to watch his children for the time being. Alex casually approached the pool, and Maureen Stabler strode over to her at once, another little Stabler attached to her hip. They'd all grown so much since Alex had seen them last. "Aunt Alex!" Maureen exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across her face, having recognized her dad's old friend immediately.

A/N: Did you catch my Fault and Titanic references in the beginning part? ("It doesn't make a bit of sense, but that's why I trust it") I decided to write this chapter in Alex's point of view to try and change it up and give more of a perspective on servant life on Titanic, next chapter is going to be povs of Elliot and Kathy. Another note, no, this is not an implied 'Alex is in love with Olivia' thing. I was going for former best friends. As always, read and review! You guys have been awesome so far!