Chapter 4: I Promise You

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A/N: Sorry! This is the longest I've ever not updated! I am so sorry! I was too distracted by last Tuesday's episode. Ugh! Damn Elliot for being such a baby! Anytime his world is shaken he runs back to familiar ground. Grrrrr! Damn Dick Wolf! I don't know who is worse; Kathy or Dani. I think Kathy because we all knew Dani would be leaving soon. But something tells me that Kathy will always be hovering in the background. Nooooo!

Sorry for my ranting. Anyway, my lovely, fluffy readers I bring you my next chapter. This goes out to LivElRocksaLot. I don't think she reads my stories but she was banned for a week on one of the boards I frequent. Can't wait to have her back! Now without further ado, Chapter 4!!

"Elliot!" Olivia called. "Your phone is ringing!" He was in the shower. "I'm gonna answer it!" Still no reply. "Benson." She said into the phone.

"Olivia?" the voice on the other end asked. Olivia froze.

"Hello Kathy." Olivia managed to choke out.

"Where's Elliot?"

"Um, he's a little busy right now. You know…tough case."

"Oh. Could you tell him to call me then? It's kind of impor-,"

"Hey Liv? I left my shirt on the bed, could you get it for me?" Elliot yelled from the bathroom. Olivia clapped her hand to her forehead.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Olivia muttered, holding the phone away from her mouth.

"Olivia!" she could hear Kathy yelling. "Where is my husband? He hasn't been to his apartment! Olivia! What the hell are you doing to my husband?!"

"Oh no, no, no!" Olivia turned. "Elliot!" Olivia hissed through her teeth. "Elliot!" she covered the mouthpiece of the phone with her hand. Elliot stuck his head out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he saw the look of panic on her face. He came out of the bathroom. He was only wearing a towel around his waist. She looked into his eyes, purposely avoiding his naked top half. Her panic increased tenfold.

"Kathy! It's Kathy!" she whispered. Her constricted vocal cords allowing her to respond no louder.

Elliot's eyes betrayed no emotion. His face became perfectly impassive. He nodded his understanding, but did not reach for the phone. He, in fact, did nothing at all. He stared at her with his blue eyes. His stare and lack of reaction disconcerted her.

"Elliot?" Olivia whispered.

"Well?" he said finally speaking. "What does she want?" Olivia's eyes widened.

"I didn't exactly ask her." Elliot looked at her; eyes still a blank grey. "Elliot? Are you even going to talk to her?"

"No."

"What do you mean no? She's your wife, Elliot!"

"No, she's not. She is Elliot's ex-wife. He signed the divorce papers three weeks ago."

"Why the hell are you talking about yourself in the third person?" And then it hit her. They had new identities. And while they weren't in witness protection they couldn't talk to anyone who knew them. Aside from their commanding officer of course. That meant that neither one of them could talk to Kathy. Olivia put the phone back up to her ear.

"Call Captain Cragen. He'll explain everything. Don't call again." She knew she was talking in clipped sentences, but they had to obey the Captain's orders. She hung up and turned back to Elliot. He was still watching her with that paralyzing intensity.

"What?" Olivia asked quickly. Turning away from him so that he wouldn't see her blush. But, as always, he was too quick. Suddenly, he was on his feet and standing in front of her. Olivia closed her eyes and turned away from him again.

"Olivia?" There was something in his voice. It sounded so child-like. So confused. So…innocent. She turned around and looked him in the face. "Did I do something?"

"What are you talking about?" Olivia asked.

"You can hardly look me in the eyes. Did I do something, say something to offend you?" He looked honestly confused.

"No, Elliot. It's just…you're not even dressed. I mean, Kathy calls and she called you her husband and I-," Olivia stopped herself. What the hell was she doing? So what if Kathy called him her husband? He sort of was after all. She was so close to admitting what she didn't even want to admit to herself.

"But I'm not. Kathy and I are over. Why would that bother you?" Though his eyes were still blank there was a small smile flitting across his lips.

"It didn't." said Olivia stupidly. "I mean, it just startled me that she called and…" her voice trailed off and she looked down again.

"Olivia." His voice was no longer child like. It was deep and serious. He took a step closer to her. They bodies were no more than an inch apart. Olivia tried to step back, but her feet wouldn't obey her. Elliot grasped her shoulders and looked at her straight in the eyes. "I love you."

Those three simple words sent her reeling. If Elliot hadn't been holding onto her she would have collapsed. She had waited so long to hear those words. A little voice in the back of her head reminded her of their new identities. They were married so Elliot was doing this for show.

But a stronger voice responded immediately. He had used her real name, not her fake one. He had said Olivia. Suddenly a huge smile appeared on her face and she laughed. She looked up at Elliot.

"Elliot." She closed the distance between them and brought her face very close to his.

"I love you." And she kissed him. They didn't know how long they stood like that, but when they finally broke away Elliot's eyes were no longer blank. They were alight with a flame Olivia had never seen before.

"So what brought this on?" Olivia whispered, burying her head in his chest.

"I don't know. I just…seeing you there…after everything…I knew I couldn't keep it a secret anymore." Elliot shook his head helplessly.

"I know how you feel." Olivia replied.

Elliot placed his finger under her chin and brought her lips to his again.

"Just promise me one thing." Olivia said seriously, pulling away from him.

"Anything." Elliot whispered sincerely.

"Promise me that this is real. Promise me that when we wake up in the morning you won't regret us." Elliot smiled.

"I promise you."

TBC

A/N: I bet you can imagine what happens next. I mean, come on, Elliot in a towel? Yes, well, I figured I should tell you all now that I do not write sex scenes. I may occasionally have a situation that leads to the dirty deed, but I won't actually go into the, uh, details. So you must use all your creative imaginations. Please R&R!