A/N: Caught! And what does Kathy pull now?

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"No, I'm just saying that I think the vic might be exaggerating. This doesn't feel like a violent act. He seems to really love this girl, or at least have real feelings for her. They flirted, they fucked, she freaked. I think this is nothing more than morning-after regret," Munch said, peering at his colleagues through his sunglasses.

Elliot swung back the black coffee in his cup. "Since when are you the fucking Relationship Guru, Munch,"

"Woah, Stabler," Fin said. "What the hell bit your ass? The man just has a theory, no need to attack his track record with the ladies." He looked at the only woman in the room. "What's his problem?"

Olivia, wide-eyed and quiet, raised her hands defensively. "Staying out of it."

"Yeah," Elliot scoffed. "Can't stay out of anything else, though?"

"Woah, excuse me?" Her eyes narrowed and they turned a very pretty shade of gold. Well, it would be pretty if it wasn't a sign she was fucking pissed. "Okay, what did bite your ass?"

Elliot chuckled. "Nothing, can we just finish talking about this, so I can go home and pack?"

"Pack?" Olivia asked, confused. "Why?"

"Because, thanks to you and all of your fucking string-pulling, Kathy filed for a property distribution settlement and Donnelly thought it was owed to her, had it fucking ran through overnight, now she gets half of every goddamn thing. I have to sell the house and be out of it by Friday. Two days!" Elliot yelled.

Olivia, jaw on the floor and arms folded, yelled back, "How exactly is that my fault?"

"You should have just stayed out of it, Liv, then Donnelly wouldn't have felt obligated...oh, Christ, Liv, I'm...sorry, I'm just angry," Elliot said, softer, as he realized he was taking his anger out on the only person who didn't deserve it.

Olivia scoffed and smirked. "Well, your wish is my command, Stabler. Consider me officially out of it. And your life." She turned back to Munch. "And yeah, I think there's something to this theory of yours Munch, but we have to prove it..."

"Liv," Elliot said, dejectedly. "I didn't mean..."

"Bite me," she spat, glaring at him from the corners of her eyes.

Elliot rose from his seat. "Can we talk about this, please?"

Cragen nodded and pointed. "If you two don't work this out now I'm sending the both of you home. I can't have you at each others throats while we're trying to nail a date-rapist," he said waving a hand toward the cribs.

Rolling her eyes, Olivia muttered, "Thanks, Cap. Knew I could count on you."

"You'll thank me when you're done," Cragen yelled as they climbed the steps.

Once inside the cribs, Olivia closed the door and was about to rip into Elliot but he threw his arms around her, squeezed and started crying. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean it. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and everything you've done, God, I couldn't thank you enough. I don't know why I yelled at you. Fuck, Kathy! She's so...vindictive," he rambled as he sobbed into her chest. "Where the hell am I supposed to go? I've got four kids, honey. We've established that my sister is on acid and I'm not taking them anywhere near my mother," he cried as he pulled Olivia tighter.

Though she was still a bit hurt, she wrapped her arms around him. She sighed and did what she knew she had to do. "The kids have sleeping bags, right?"

Elliot sniffled, wiped his eyes and peered up at her. "You want me to take my kids my kids camping until we find a house? That could take weeks, baby!"

"No," she laughed. She ran a hand through his hair, and her heart broke to see the tears streaming down his face. The last time she saw him cry, at all, it was during sex, their first time. She'd rather see those tears. "I want you and your kids to get all your shit in boxes tonight, sell the house to a real estate agency for only what its worth, give the bitch half, and stay with me until you find a place. I only have one bedroom, so the sleeping bags are..."

She was cut off when he kissed her. This kiss, by far, was the most emotional of any they'd shared. He had her pressed against the wall in seconds and things had heated up pretty quickly. It was only the conscious knowledge that they were at work that was keeping them fully clothed. Their hands were groping and touching and rubbing through the materials that separated their bodies. Their tongues and lips were not wrestling, but dancing. They were so consumed by each other that they didn't hear the footsteps. They were only broken out of their passionate moment when the door swung open and they heard a throat clear.

"Uh, yeah. They, uh, kissed and made up. It appears that it was all a big misunderstanding," Casey yelled down the stairs to the waiting group. "You two are so lucky I wasn't Munch or Cragen," she said quietly to them. "They want you down there to finish this case, and I have to arraign someone or the D.A is gonna scalp me."

Olivia tried not to laugh as Elliot cleared his throat, straightened his tie and tried not to blush. "Uh, Casey," he said. "You're not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?"

"I haven't yet, have I?" Casey asked as she turned and walked out of the cribs.

Olivia chuckled as she moved out of Elliot's grasp. "You really thought I wouldn't tell my best friend? Like you didn't tell Fin?"

Elliot smirked as he followed Olivia out of the room, turned off the light, and headed downstairs to close their case.


"Uh, you really needed to bring all of these books?" Olivia asked Lizzie. There were three boxes of paperbacks in the middle of the floor.

Lizzie looked up. "These are only going to last me a week, Liv."

"Oh, good, so by the time you guys leave, we can open up a bookstore and earn some money to furnish your new house." Olivia said, patting the small girl on the head.

"Liv, I'm putting these dishes in your cabinets," Maureen yelled.

Olivia shrugged. "Okay, I guess we'll need more than two now, huh?"

"I don't see why I can't sleep in the bathtub!" Dickie yelled at his father.

"It's not very comfortable, and the shower head drips, right on your forehead, very annoying," Olivia said. "Not that I would know, or anything," she added quickly. Elliot smirked at her, remembering the story she told him of how she had several sleepless nights over him and tried to find solace in the bathroom.

Elliot pushed the couch up against the back wall and rolled out four sleeping bags. "And there we go, guys." He wrapped an arm around Olivia's shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "Thank you for this, baby."

Olivia looked at him and narrowed her eyes. "You should know by now. I'd do anything for you." He leaned in and kissed her, sweetly. "I love you, Liv."

Maureen yelled from the kitchen, "You are planning to go food shopping, right? You have orange juice, an egg, and a half-eaten pancake. The end."

"Um, we're gonna order Chinese. Guys, go tell Kathleen what you want," Olivia said with a slight laugh. "Don't you dare eat that pancake!"

"This is gonna be so cool," Kathleen said picking up the phone and carrying it into the kitchen. "Like a really long sleepover with the world's coolest stepmom."

Elliot's eyes widened and Olivia felt hers get misty. "Stepmom?" she asked.

"Katie's a, uh, fortune-teller I guess. She kinda heard me and Fin talking the other night. I might have told him that I have every intention of keeping you." Elliot said. "In Katie's mind, that means marriage, and that would make you her stepmother. Ya know, someday."

"Dad," Dickie yelled, "We just had the coolest idea!"

Lizzie added. "I mean, it would be the most fantastic thing ever!"

"Okay, we can order pizza, too," he said, knowing what his kids were thinking. "But, only one!"

"No," Maureen said. "We thought it would be really cool if Olivia came with us."

Olivia furrowed her brow. "Uh, if I came with you where, Mo?" Elliot wrapped both arms around her and his breath hitched. His kids were about to do what he'd been trying to figure out how to do for the last six hours. "Where are you planning on going?" Olivia asked, curious.

"To the new house," Kathleen said as she waited for someone at Mr. Chow's to answer the phone. "Like, if you moved in with us, Liv!"

Dickie looked at his father. "How awesome would that be, Dad?"

"That would be pretty darn awesome, Dickie," Elliot said, scooping the hair out of Olivia's eyes and brushing it behind her ear. "What do you think, Liv?"

She was breathless. A month ago, she had panic attacks at the mere thought of telling Elliot how she felt. Then, she broke out in hives whenever she thought about telling his children they were together. But, not only did they accept her, right off the bat, but they loved being with her, they actually loved her, and they had just asked her to move into a house that they hadn't even bought yet. Part of her was screaming, "Run," but she promised Elliot that there would be no more running away from the inevitable. She swore that she would only be running toward the unavoidable.

"I think that," she began, "That does sound absolutely awesome."

A/N: How do they all survive on Olivia's floor? Who helps them find a house? What happens when Kathy finds out Olivia's moving in? Review if you wanna know!