"I don't know what you're talking about," Kathy spat.

"That," Elliot said, pointing at her. "That's what I'm talking about."

Kathy groaned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You haven't said a word to me in a week! We fight all of the time. Face it Kathy, this marriage is over!" Elliot exclaimed.

"No! Don't say that!"

"It's over Kathy."

"No it's not over. Think about our kids, Eli especially."

"We almost got divorced once before," Elliot pointed out. "They were ready to deal."

"But now we have Eli, you just want to leave him?" Kathy asked.

"No, I don't want to leave him," Elliot confessed. "I want to leave you."

Kathy blinked back her tears.

"I hate you!" she screamed.

"I know," Elliot said, calmly.

Kathy's fists clenched and her sadness turned to anger.

"How can you be so calm about this?" Kathy demanded.

Elliot shrugged.

"Oh my God," Kathy said, figuring it out. "You're sleeping with her."

"What? No. Who would I be sleeping with?"

"Olivia."

Elliot fell silent.

"I knew it."

"No, Kathy we haven't…" Elliot trailed off.

Kathy shook her head, "Do you love her?"

"Yes," Elliot nodded. "I have for a while now."

"I can't believe you."

"We were separated. You were waving divorce papers in my face. There was a moment when I chose to see if she was okay and a little boy died because of that decision. She refused to shoot that perp because he said he'd shoot me if she did," Elliot explained.

"I know. Why are you telling me this?"

"Because it was back then that we realized we had developed feelings for each other. But we didn't admit it, we didn't do anything about it until that party last week when we were forced to kiss."

"How were you forced to kiss?" Kathy asked.

"There was a mistle toe, we were supposed to be husband and wife, we had to keep up appearances," Elliot summarized.

"I knew something happened at that party."

"Kathleen, how long have you been standing there?" Elliot asked, noticing his daughter.

"Long enough," she replied quietly.

"Now look what you've done," Kathy spat.

"Me? So this is my fault now?" Elliot asked.

"You started it," Kathy blamed.

"Don't play that Kindergarten crap with me!" Elliot exclaimed.

"Ughh… I can't stand you!" Kathy screamed.

The rest of their kids appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Go back to bed," Kathy ordered.

"Are you guys getting a divorce?" Dickie asked.

"Most likely," Elliot responded.

"I haven't agreed to that," Kathy protested.

"You hate me, you can't stand me, but you insist on staying married to me. Why? Are you trying to keep me from Liv? Do you want me to be miserable? Do you want us to be miserable?"

Kathy looked up at their kids and shook her head.

"No," she said softly. "I don't want anyone to be miserable. I'm just thinking of the kids."

Elliot walked into the living room and started rummaging through his desk. He pulled out a stack of papers. He walked over to Kathy and handed them to her.

"The divorce papers," Kathy stated. "You kept them?"

"Just sign them, Kathy, please," Elliot begged.

Kathy flipped through the papers. She looked at her kids again.

"I can't," she whispered. "Not right now."

"Kathy," Elliot started.

"I'm sorry Elliot."

She ran up the stairs, passed her kids, to her room, and slammed the door.

Elliot groaned, "She locked me out."

"Where are you going to sleep Dad?" Lizzie asked. "The couch?"

"Probably," Elliot replied. "I need to clear my head."

Elliot reached for his coat.

"You're coming back, aren't you?" Kathleen asked.

"Of course," Elliot answered. "I just need to drive somewhere to clear my head. I'll be back, promise."

Elliot said goodbye to his kids, grabbed his car keys and left. For a while he didn't know where he was going. He just aimlessly drove around. He finally decided to drive to Olivia's. Elliot walked up to the buzzer box.

"Hey Liv, it's your, well, fiancé. Buzz me in."

"Elliot?" Olivia yawned, groggily.

"Yep."

A buzzing sound rang out through the night air as the apartment's main door unlocked. Elliot stepped inside and walked up to Olivia's apartment. He was about to knock when Olivia opened the door.

"Hey you," she said smiling.

"Hey yourself," Elliot responded, pulling her into a kiss.

"What brings you here at this hour?" Olivia wanted to know.

"Kathy," Elliot replied, walking into Olivia's apartment. "We had a fight and I needed to clear my head."

"Good," Olivia stated.

"Good?"

"Yeah fighting means divorce and divorce means wedding."

Elliot laughed. Olivia walked over to her bed and motioned for Elliot to follow. He laid down next to her. Olivia rested her head on his chest and snuggled up against him. He wrapped his arms around her.

"This is nice," Elliot said.

"Just think, we'll be able to do this every night," Olivia stated.

Elliot kissed the top of her head. She smiled and snuggled closer. Elliot leaned over and started kissing her. He ran his fingers through her hair. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck. He rolled on top of her and started kissing her neck. Olivia immediately thought of her conversation with Casey. It's going to happen, Olivia thought. We're going to do it. And they did.