A/N: Elliot talks to Maureen and Kathleen, someone else finds out the truth and isn't happy.

DISCLAIMER: SVU and its Characters belong to Dick Wolf. Storyline and dialogue, and narrative belong to TStabler©

Elliot sat down with his daughters before he and Olivia left for work. He had made breakfast and poured them orange juice, they were a bit angry that he'd woken them up two hours before their normal time for this chat.

"Dad," Kathleen moaned, "What in Sam Hill is this about?"

"Yeah. I was having such a nice dream," Maureen said. "Brad Pitt was the special guest star."

Elliot chuckled as he cut into his omelet. "I know, and I'm sorry. But, I wanted to talk to you two before I left. I know you guys are having the most trouble dealing with me and Liv. You're the oldest, and you're being hit the hardest. I just wanted you guys to know that I love her with all my heart, and what you guys said yesterday, it meant a lot to her and it meant a lot to me. I'm gonna try to make this easy for you, and I'm not expecting it to happen overnight. You're not going to hurt me or her if you don't fawn all over her," he said while chewing. "But, you have to know that she's not going anywhere, regardless."

Kathleen stared into her glass, spinning it around on the table, silent.

Maureen nodded. "I know, Daddy. You know, uh, where I stand on the, um, situation, here. And you know why I'm not exactly thrilled, but, like I said, you and Liv are understandable. You make sense."

"If Mom didn't cheat on you, Dad, would you have stayed with her?" Kathleen asked.

Elliot gulped. "What?"

Kathleen looked up. "If Mom had been better to you, loved you, stayed with you, would you have stayed with her, or would you have fallen in love with Olivia anyway?"

"Oh, Katie," he said, hanging his head. "I can't answer that. Not really. Your mother stopped really caring about me after the twins were born, before Liv and I even met, and I've been falling in love with her, uncontrollably and unintentionally, ever since. But, I swear to you, I tried to make it work with your mother."

Kathleen nodded, sipped her juice. "Why didn't making it work actually work?"

"We weren't in love anymore, Kat. We were unhappy and we both had other people we would much rather be with. It wasn't fair to stay with each other, in misery, because we knew that we were making you guys miserable, too. Aren't you happier knowing that I'm happier?" Elliot lightly rubbed the back of his hand along his daughter's cheek and smiled.

"Oh," Kathleen said, with a shrug. "Yeah. When you put it that way, I guess it is better than watching you and Mom do nothing but fight."

"Olivia's only been here for a day and it's been better than living with Mom," Maureen said. "It still kind of hurts that she chose to leave before you did." She looked up at her dad and shook her head. "I always thought it would be you."

Elliot choked on his toast. "Excuse me, Mo?"

Maureen looked at her father. "I thought you'd leave Mom for Olivia before she left you," she said. "I'm glad I was wrong."

The unlikely trio finished their breakfast, then Elliot and Olivia, who ate in the living room with the newspaper, went to work, leaving the kids to face the day on their own.

The man said nothing, he just glared at Olivia and smirked, chewing on his bottom lip.

"I asked you where she was, you prick," Olivia said, leaving over the table.

Elliot was slightly nervous. When Olivia got angry, things got messy. She could be worse than him sometimes, and it wasn't above her to break a perp's arm or throw a chair or two. She was close to her breaking point with this guy. He looked at her, sideways, and bit his lip.

"Now, you're either going to tell me where she is, or I'll beat it out of you," she threatened.

The man just kept smirking, as he leaned back in his chair, and cocked his head. "I'd love it if you touched me, baby."

"Oh, don't tempt me," Olivia spat, pushing the table into the perp's chest. She hopped up, as if she would leap over it. Elliot sped over and pushed her away from the metal surface. "Liv, calm down, huh? Aren't you the one who's always saying they aren't worth it?" She nodded as he ran a hand down her shoulder and arm.

"Oh, cute. So, how long have you been fucking around? Is it seven months or eight? I lost track." The man smirked smugly as the two detectives looked at him, trying to conceal their obvious shock. "I'll tell you where the girl is if you answer my questions, Detective Stabler."

"What the hell?" Elliot faced the man and leaned over the table. "What game are you playing, Lutz?

The suspect grinned. "No games. See, I was after Detective Benson, but you weren't gonna let anyone near her. That was clear when you practically choked that lawyer," he said. "So, I'll tell you what you wanna know, if you tell me what I have been wondering for too damn long."

Elliot raised his eyebrow, looked into the mirror where he knew his captain was watching, and he squeezed Olivia's shoulder. This man had just confessed to prowling after an officer. He saw Elliot toss Trevor out of her apartment. He was following his Olivia, and now he wanted to talk about her in return for the real victim. His temper flared and every fiber of his being screamed "No," but Olivia, who would stop at nothing to find the girl, asked what he wanted to know.

"What does she taste like? What does it feel like to be inside of her? Does she scream the same way in bed as she screams at the bad guys in this room, or does it sound different? Is it different now that you're not cheating on your wife, Detective? Has it lost something, or has it gained something?" Lutz narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, waiting for his answers.

Unsure of who else, if anyone, was in the pit, he spat, "I have no idea what you're talking about you sick fuck," but then he ripped Lutz up out of his seat and slammed him into the wall. He gritted his teeth and whispered, so softly, "She tastes like a strawberry shortcake ice cream bar on the hottest day of the year, she feels like a vice in Heaven, she screams and moans and makes every noise in between and its like music, and it just gets better and better." He pulled Lutz away from the wall and slammed him back into it twice as hard, causing his head to split open and bleed a little. "If you ever look at her again, ever even think about her, I will kill you, now where is the girl?"

Elliot didn't realize his hand was squeezing Lutz's throat, all the man could do was make pathetic gurgling and croaking sounds. "Elliot," Olivia cried. "Let him go!"

He dropped the man, his eyes widened and the realization of everything he just said and did hit him. He was in such a shocked state that he didn't hear him confess and give the location.

Olivia was worried. She gave up trying to get his attention and ran out, taking Fin with her to get the girl as Cragen walked in and spun Elliot around. "Elliot! Snap out of it," he yelled. Elliot blinked and turned around. "Where's Liv?"

Cragen looked at him, blankly. "She tried to get through to you but you were just staring at Lutz and seething. She went with..."

Elliot stared into his captain's eyes. "Where?" he asked, fearing that he would break his promise to never let her go out without him again. Cragen told him, and then watched as Elliot ran faster than he thought humanly possible.

He pulled up to the warehouse just as Olivia and Fin were coming out through the doors, one on either side of the frightened girl, in her mid-twenties, who looked like she could be related to Olivia. They walked the girl over to the waiting ambulance, and once she was settled, Olivia said, "I'll ride with her."

"Me, too," Elliot said, quickly, stepping in behind her.

"El, what are you doing here?" she asked, surprised, and still a bit shocked at what she saw him do.

Elliot grabbed her hand. "Apologizing. You almost lost it with him and I calmed you down, but then I go and almost kill him," he whispered, shaking his head. "He just pushed me too far, saying he was after you and then with those questions. I just couldn't stop, and I could have let you get hurt, not being here with you. What if something happened and I wasn't here?"

"Well, you stopped, I didn't get hurt and nothing happened," she said with a shrug. "Now, can we concentrate on the vic, here?" she whispered back, shooting a glance at the brunette, who had been slipping in and out of consciousness.

They came back from St. Vincent's with the rape kit, handed it off to Warner and Olivia immediately poured herself a cup of Munch's famous brew. She choked it down in one gulp. "Stabler," Cragen boomed. "Now, please," he said with a gesture into his office.

Elliot exhaled and walked into his captain's quarters, sat down, and waited. Cragen looked at him. "You told me you'd keep it out of work."

"Cap, you heard him," Elliot started.

Cragen cut him off. "Yeah, but would you have almost killed him if he asked you those things about Kathy?" Elliot's silence was enough of an answer. "IAB doesn't know what he did to provoke you, only that you used your people skills to get the confession."

"Thank you, Cap. I'm so sorry about all of this," Elliot said.

"Hey," Cragen replied. "I know you are. I know you, Elliot. By the way, you're damn lucky I was the only one behind that glass. You have got to stay professional if you're trying to keep this thing between you and Olivia quiet. We've got computer crimes looking through Lutz's laptop and cell phone to see if there's any proof to his claim of stalking Benson, but so far, it looks like he was just blowing smoke up your ass to get you talk to him the way he wanted to be talked to. What if he just guessed you two were sleeping together, he figured you were the jealous type and made up the thing about the lawyer? He could have played you," Cragen said, folding his arms.

Elliot squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead. "Shit," he cried.

"And you did exactly what he wanted you to do. Didn't you?" Cragen asked, looking disapprovingly at Elliot. "If you were thinking rationally, keeping a level-head, maybe you would have remembered to interrogate first and throw punches later. A simple, 'what lawyer?' or 'who said I was married?' probably would have put an end to the whole thing. We got the girl, but you were off your game tonight, Elliot. I want you back on it, before I bench you."

"Yeah," Elliot said. "Sure thing, Coach."

He walked back out into the bullpen, followed by Cragen, and Munch and Fin were surrounding Olivia's desk, with Morales from Computer Crimes. Elliot tried to run over to Olivia, but Munch held up his hand. "What's going on, here?" he asked.

"Oh," Morales said. "Captain Cragen, we found these e-mails on Lutz's laptop. They were encrypted, which is why they didn't come through right away." He handed a stack of stapled correspondence to Cragen. "There were also some photos, but we believe they've been Photoshopped, or altered in other ways. The lighting and coloring are off and the positioning of some of the bodies is too awkward for them to be real. He was planning on sending them to someone, but we found them before he could. Your detectives are safe."

Cragen flipped through the e-mails and then looked at Olivia, who must have had the images. She was very harrowed looking and pale, Fin had a hand on her back. "Elliot, I take it back. You, uh, you had every right to pummel Lutz."

"Sir?" Elliot said, raising an eyebrow.

Cragen handed the stack of papers to Elliot and sighed. "He was following Olivia. Your ex-wife paid him to do it."

A/N: Oh, Kathy. When will you learn? Reviews make me smile big! If you want Now 8, please tell me what you thought of this one!