Elliot hated being right. He had been giving Olivia a hard time about the new, sleazy, older man in her life. Half out of possessiveness and half because he could smell her type a mile away.

Olivia had tied up all her current paperwork and was taking some well deserved time off to enjoy herself. It had gone awry though. She returned two hours later with smeared makeup, dried tears, and a cocktail dress on.

She sat silently across from Elliot and opened a folder. He chewed on a pen and watched her, completely still.

"Olivia-"

"You were right." Elliot winced.

"I'm sorry." Their eyes met finally after hearing all they wanted to hear.