AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, this is an attempt at a longer chapter and I have no beta, since well, yeah, I just don't

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, this is an attempt at a longer chapter and I have no beta, since well, yeah, I just don't. So, all mistakes are mine (damn).

DISCLAIMER: Not, mine, they belong to Mr. Dick (hehehe, Mature I know!)

Elliot slammed the locker shut and then hit it about 20 times. Damn it! Why did Dani have to connect so well with me? Why did Liv have to come on THAT day? Why did she have to go do another guy? That was supposed to be me!! He slammed his fists into the lockers once more before slumping to the ground. Olivia watched Elliot attack the lockers and she allowed some more tears to silently trickle down her cheeks. She felt horrible, she loved her babies more than anything, but she couldn't stand to let them cause the man she had loved for about 10 years fall apart and never want to see her again. Sure, it was humorous when it was a perp who made him tick, but not her. She cried more when he slid to the ground. She stood for a minute to see if he would notice her, and when he didn't she cleared her throat. His head shot up and he just stared, she couldn't tell if it was a betrayal look or a murderous look, either way, it scared the shit out of her.

"Elliot," her voice cracked and she looked away, not willing to let him see her so vulnerable. She started again, "Elliot, it's not what you think."

"It's exactly what I think! You ran off with the FBI and screwed some eco-friendly ass named T-Bone of all things! That's the name of a steak! Why would a vegetarian want that name! You shouldn't, you can't, it wasn't supposed to happen like this!"

"Elliot, he isn't the father. I, I, don't know the father," she stared down at her feet after admitting this and after a few minutes glanced up at Elliot's face. He looked a mix between anger, hurt, confusion, and disapproval.

"WHAT!? You slept with someone and you don't even know his name! Christ Olivia, who are you? I thought I knew you, but I guess Oregon turned you into a little promiscuous thing, huh?" He stood now, and saw anger flash and stay in Olivia's eyes as she straightened to meet him.

"You son of a bitch! I don't 'sleep around'! You know what? I was raped! That's why I don't know the father!" She had stopped crying, but she was shaking instead, out of anger. She turned and stormed out of the locker room. Elliot felt hatred now, not at her, but at himself. Why do I have to jump to conclusions? Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Fin and Munch had pretty much stopped working and were reclining in their chairs, waiting for the lovebirds to return. Instead, Olivia stormed out, pissed off and crying. Elliot was nowhere to be found.

As she slammed drawers around her desk, Munch spoke up, "You didn't kill him did you?"

Olivia stared like she didn't know him before replying, her voice filled with hate, "No, should have, but I managed to restrain myself."

They stared as she walked out, oblivious to all the stares she was attracting. Elliot came out; his fists bloody, and a lone tear making a slow journey down his face.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Olivia stalked down the street, just wandering, not going anywhere specific. Before she realized it though, she had made her way to Central Park. She collapsed onto a bench and allowed herself to cry; occasionally looking around to make sure nobody was going to mess with her. After about a half hour, someone sat next to her.

"Sorry." It was spoken so softly, she wasn't even sure she really heard it.

"El" she started but he cut her off, "We need to go find the twins, Liv." The thought of them being dead made her cry harder. He wrapped his arms around her; she struggled a little, but after about 5 minutes, just cried into his chest. A mounted cop came by a little while later and asked if everything was okay. Elliot dug around in his pocket for his shield. Olivia, who had apparently fallen asleep, sat up at his slight movements.

"Ma'am, are you drunk?"

Olivia stared at him, bewildered, "What?"

"Are you intoxicated Miss?" Elliot stood up at shoved his badge up into the guy's face.

"We're detectives, her kids are missing, she is not drunk, so why don't you ride off into the sunset and never come back?"

"Are you, by any chance, Detective Un-Stabler?" he snickered.

Elliot clenched his fists and opened his mouth to yell, but Olivia put her hands around his arms and drug him backwards, "You can go now Officer." She glared for effect as she led Elliot back to the precinct.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

When they stepped through the door, Cragen was on them like a lion, "Where the hell were you guys? We got a witness report saying that Angela wasn't yanked into the van, she handed the infants through the passenger side door before climbing into the back!"

They turned to head out but Cragen stopped them again, "That was an hour ago, Munch and Fin are on it, go up to the crib and lie down, for at least an hour. NOW."

They silently walked up the stairs and into the crib without protest, much to Cragen's surprise. The pair collapsed into beds next to each other, Elliot fell asleep instantly, and Olivia lay looking up at the bed above hers. After about 15 minutes, she decided that that wasn't working so she slid her legs over the edge of the bed and quietly walked over to Elliot's. She lay down next to him, thinking he wasn't awake, but he was. Elliot had one eye cracked open and watched her lay down next to him, he slipped an arm around her waist and helped her under the small cotton blanket.

2 hours later

Fin refilled his coffee cup before looking up towards the crib, "Think we should interrupt their sex session," he asked Munch.

Munch glanced up over his glasses before answering, "Not if you plan on seeing your son again."

Fin sighed before he slumped into his chair and continued his reports from last week's case. Cragen stepped out of his office and told Munch to go wake them up.

"Or stop them from," one look from his boss told Fin to shut up.

"Well, partner, you have nothing to live for so go on up!" Fin smirked at his partner over his coffee cup.

"Oh, but whatever will you do without me?" Munch called over his shoulder as he made his way slowly up the stairs.

"Oh, I think I'll live." Fin hollered back.

Munch cracked the door open, afraid of what he might find, he almost let an awww escape his lips. There were the toughest detectives of the 1-6, cuddled up together sleeping. He gleefully descended the steps to get Fin.

Sorry if that wasn't as good as everyone wanted, my cat puked all over my jacket and I about passed out from the smell! (Because everyone wanted to know that) read and review!