Olivia's mouth dropped. "Really? How long have you two been dating?"

"Two weeks now."

Olivia looked at Marcus. "Two weeks huh? That's sweet."

Haley looked at the two. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No." Olivia answered and got up. "I was just leaving."

"No wait." Marcus quickly got up. "Wait Olivia."

Olivia turned around angrily to look at him. "You got something to say? You should be saying it to your girlfriend."

"What's going on?" Haley questioned.

"Nothing." Marcus answered. "Olivia I'm really sorry I didn't tell you."

"She's your ex wife, you don't have to tell her about our relationship." Haley crossed her arms on her chest.

"Shut up!" Marcus snapped at her. "Just shut up for a second!"

"Wow. We're done." Haley nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait." Marcus pleaded. "I'm sorry. Damn it!"

Olivia just stared at him. She didn't know this side of him. This wasn't him. Haley went back to Marcus and slapped him across the face. Then she turned and left.

Marcus closed his eyes and held his cheek. "Damn. Got a hand on her."

Olivia went over and slapped him on the other cheek.

He let out a groan. "Ok. I deserved that."

Olivia grabbed him by the shoulder and slammed her knee into his stomach. She pushed him down on the ground. She angrily grabbed the tea he didn't finish from this morning. "Finish your tea baby." She poured it over his face.

Marcus coughed a little and wiped his face with his hoodie. "Ok. I deserved that." He answered quietly. "I'm so sorry though."

Olivia stared at him angrily. "Who are you?" She shook her head.

He sat up a little. "I'm sorry."

"You cheated on your girlfriend. I know we are split up but you couldn't even wait to divorce me before you started to sleep with someone else?"

"I didn't-"

"You didn't what? Choose your words carefully sweetheart, I am in no mood for sarcasm."

"I didn't sleep with her." He answered quietly.

"Well of course not. You had me to entertain you didn't you?"

"No." he answered pleadingly. "It wasn't like that."

"Then what was it like?" She questioned fiercely. "You sleep with me but you look for her when you want to cuddle?"

"No." he looked up at her. "I don't know. We just happened." He answered. "I wasn't planning to have sex with you either time."

"Oh so this is my fault?"

"No. I didn't say that." He answered and pulled himself off the ground. "It's complicated. You're different then other woman."

"What's that supposed to mean? I give it up easily?"

"No." he answered and held his stomach. "That's not what I meant. Sex with you is different." He answered.

She crossed her arms on her chest. "I really hope you're not thinking of our sex right now."

"No." He ran a hand through his hair. "God for a writer I don't know how to express myself at all." He rubbed his face. "I just…I just trust you more. Especially with all my scars and stuff."

Olivia nodded. "You know what? I feel sorry for you. I really do. But for once, my sympathy for you will not get you out of this mess."

He looked up at her. "I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I don't need you to have sympathy for me."

"Good." She answered and grabbed her jacket off the chair. "Goodbye Marcus." She left his apartment and slammed the door shut. She held her tears to herself and went to the elevator.

Marcus's apartment door opened. "Olivia" He spoke up.

She glanced over at him. "What do you want? Don't you have to go apologize to your girlfriend?"

"No." He answered and went over to her. "I don't want her. I want you. I love you."

"You filed for divorce. Not me." She answered and pressed the button again.

"I know. And I regret it. I wasn't ready. I am now." He pleaded. "Please take me back. I don't care if you're home once a week. I will enjoy that one time with you."

Olivia shook her head. "Forget it. We went through that already."

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I rather spend days without seeing you and then spend a little time with you."

"Oh so those little times we could have this great sex you love? Please."

"Oh c'mon Olivia." He lowered his voice. "It's not about the sex. I can get any girl to get me comfortable during sex."

"Then go find her."

"I don't want any girl though. I want you." He whispered. "It's always been you. I'm so sorry for everything I did."

The elevator doors opened. Olivia shook her head. "I can't." She answered and got on the elevator.

He stopped the doors from closing. "Olivia you can. C'mon we can start over. Please."

She nodded. "I can. I just won't." She answered and pushed him away from the doors. She pressed the button and closed the doors.

She got out in the lobby and went out of the building.

"You want me to give up don't you?"

She turned around and spotted Marcus standing on his balcony. "Yeah. I do." She called up.

He shook his head. "If I give up so easily on what I want, you think we would even know each other after this time?"

She licked her lips knowing she turned him down the first time he asked her out. "Probably not. I wish you did give up after that though."

"You regret me?" he called down.

She stared at him for a second. "No. I just regret the people we became." She answered and went into her car.

Flashback

Olivia sat next to Marcus nervously. The power was still out and her flashlight was going out. "I knew I should have bought batteries when I went to the store." She mumbled to herself.

Marcus chuckled a little. "So much for a cop."

"Oh because all cops have to be knowledge in house appliances?"

He looked over at her. "Yeah. That's right."

Olivia looked over at him. She grabbed the pillow by her side and slammed it over his face.

Marcus sat there shocked for a second. He nodded. He grabbed the other pillow and hit her over the head.

Olivia laughed and tried to get it from him but ended up pulling both to the ground. Marcus laughed a little lying on top of her.

Olivia stared up at his green eyes when her flashlight went out. "Creepy."

He smiled against her lips. "Scared of the dark?" He whispered.

"Just a little." She admitted. She could feel herself getting aroused with him on top of her. She didn't have male contact in a very long time.

"Well…tell you the truth…me too." He answered and pulled himself up. "I like the rain, but I hate the dark."

Olivia cursed a little in her mind for not kissing him when she had the chance. Normally she didn't kiss someone on the first date but she didn't see this man as someone she would date. He was charming yet quiet. Took chances but wasn't at all forward.

He put his hand out. She took it and pulled herself up. She sat down next to him. She noticed his shirt was lifting a little. She instantly noticed healed scars even if it was dark. There were so many that it wasn't something she saw every day

Marcus glanced over and noticed her just staring at his back. He instantly figured it out and pulled his shirt down.

Olivia stopped staring feeling bad. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare."

"It's fine." He answered with a small nod. "No big deal. It's kind of weird so I get it."

"No." She shook her head. "It's not weird…I mean, I didn't mean to stare."

He nodded and blushed again. "It's ok."

"Can I…um…you mind if I ask you how you got them?"

"I used to ride dirt bikes."

"Really?"

"No." He smiled. "I wish I road dirt bikes."

Olivia smiled a little. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be nosey."

"It's ok. Don't worry about it." He answered with a nod.

Olivia moved closer. She placed her hand on his cheek and directed his head toward her. She gently kissed him.

Marcus deepened the kiss. Both fell down on the couch as they kept kissing.

Olivia put her hand on his shirt and instantly felt all the bumps over his smooth skin. He took her hand and pulled it out. Olivia broke the kiss. "We don't have to."

"I want to." He whispered and moved his hand to her waist as he began kissing her again.

Olivia nodded. "We should go to the bedroom."

He nodded in agreement and got off her. Olivia took his hand and led him down the hall to her bedroom. If this was any other date she wouldn't have even thought about having sex on the first date. That wasn't her style.

"Do you want candles?" She questioned.

"Doesn't matter. Whatever you want." He sat down on the bed.

She went over to him and sat down on him to face him. She pulled him closer and began kissing him. She slowly placed her hands on his shirt and gently pulled it off. She stared at his body for a second. There were so many scars across his chest and back.

Marcus watched her just staring at his body. He bit his lip being even more insecure now. "Maybe we shouldn't." He whispered. He shifted a little. "I think I should go."

"No." She answered and shook her head. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok." He answered and took her off his lap. "I'm just going to go." He took his shirt and pulled it on. "Sorry about tonight. I didn't mean for it to go down like this at all."

She got off the bed. "It's not your fault. I'm sorry." She answered. "I was just curious, nothing else."

He nodded. "Curious. Never heard that one before." He smiled a little. "Look its cool. You don't have to apologize for not wanting to have sex with me. It's your choice."

Olivia stared at him for a second. Her whole opinion toward this man changed. Now it was someone she actually wanted to date and not just have a one night stand with. "Can I call you?"

"What?" He asked confused.

"Can we have another date?" She asked.

He stared at her in shock. "You realize the way my body looks won't change. The scars will still be there after a couple years also."

She shook her head. "It's not about the scars. Tonight was possibly the worst way our date could have gone but I would like to see you again only if you want to see me again."

He nodded. "Yeah. I'd love to see you again." He answered.

Olivia smiled a little and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly the lights in the apartment came back. Both looked around seeing the power was back. Both smiled.

Marcus laughed a little. "I wonder if we did go through with that sex thing, when would have the power came back on."

Olivia laughed a little. "At on orgasm." She whispered and walked away to get his jacket.

Marcus raised an eyebrow at her answer and followed her to get his jacket. "So you're going to call me or I'm calling you?"

"You don't have my number." She reminded him.

"Right." He nodded and took the jacket from her. "So you call me if you don't change your mind by tomorrow."

Olivia grabbed a notepad. "You can have my number." She wrote her number down and gave him the paper. "And I won't change my mind."

He took the paper. "Alright. Thanks." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." She grinned as he left the apartment.

End Flashback

Elliot looked up from his work as Olivia came through the doors. "I thought you called in sick."

"I did." She answered and sat across him. He placed some files on her desk. Olivia rolled her eyes and began doing the paperwork.

Elliot glanced up at her. "Everything ok?"

"Fine." She answered quietly.

Cragen came out of his office. "Where's Munch and Cassidy?"

"Interviewing a witness for the Thompson case." Elliot answered.

"Fine. You two, Manhattan Tech just called in a victim." He answered and went back to his office.

Olivia got up and went out of the squad room without waiting on her partner. Elliot caught up to her but kept quiet seeing she was in an annoyed mood.

They went outside to the parking lot. "No Charger today?" Elliot questioned.

"No." She answered and took the car keys from him.

Elliot got in the passenger seat. "Problems at home?"

"Something like that." She answered and turned on the car. She switched to reverse and slammed the gas. She spun the wheel extremely fast. Elliot stared in shock. Even he didn't drive like that. She changed it to drive and pressed the accelerator.

"Maybe I should drive." Elliot spoke up.

Olivia said nothing and slowed the car down once she was out in traffic.

Elliot sat there uncomfortably. "So…got in a fight with Marcus?"

"We're getting a divorce." She answered. "Sorry. I don't normally bring my personal business to work."

"It happens." He answered.

"Not to me." She answered and kept quiet the rest of the ride to the crime scene.

They finally got to Manhattan Tech a couple minutes later. They got out of the car and showed their badges to get pass the crime scene tape.

They went into the college and walked down the hall. They heard noise behind them. Both detectives turned around and suddenly heard multiple gunshots.

Olivia grabbed the gun off her holster and pressed her back against the wall. Elliot did the same on the other wall. Elliot motioned for them to go. Olivia went ahead of him.

They finally got to the end of the hall where a boy no older than 19 was holding a cop around the neck and a gun to his head.

Olivia pointed her gun at him. "Let him go."

"No. Back off or I'll blow his head off."

"Everybody calm down." Elliot nodded. "It's ok. What's your name?"

"Blow me." The boy kept moving back.

"Well it sounds pretty." Olivia gripped her gun tighter.

The boy pointed his gun at her. "Shut up bitch."

"Calm down." Elliot instructed. "Tell us what happened."

"This fag here wants to arrest me for rape. I didn't rape anybody!" The boy yelled.

"Holding a cop hostage won't get you off the hook." Olivia told him. "There are ways out of this. You just have to let the officer go."

"I told you to shut up! Don't treat me like I'm a kid!"

Elliot glanced at the two. "It's ok. It's fine. Talk to me. What's your name?"

"Brandon." He answered.

"Alright Brandon, there are ways out of this. You have to let him go first." Elliot nodded a little.

"No way. He is my way out. You won't shoot one of your own."

Olivia glanced over at Elliot. He had a bullet proof vest on under his hoodie. "Elliot." She whispered. "You trust me?"

"Yeah." Elliot whispered back but looked at her confusingly.

"Brandon." Olivia spoke up. Brandon looked over at her. Olivia turned and shot Elliot in the chest. He slammed against the wall and slid down.

The boy stared in amazement. "Oh god. You shot him."

The officer grabbed the boy and was about the slam him to the floor but the gun went off. All of them jumped. They finally got the boy on the ground and handcuffed.

Elliot breathed hard and peeled the bullet off him. "Jesus Christ liv, right in the ribs." He groaned and sat up. "Liv?" He questioned and looked up. He spotted blood around his partner. He quickly got up and looked around. She was bleeding from the side and was unconscious. "Get a bus!" He yelled at a couple uniforms. He pressed his hands against the side of her stomach to stop the bleeding.