A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDSY TO ME! Reviews are awesome presents ;) So, what starts with J? Read on, my loyal E/O shippers!

DISCLAIMER: All characters and cites of SVU belong to Dick Wolf. Narrative, Plot, Dialogue (and anything Original) belong to TStabler©

Olivia woke up happy. She felt, for the first time, that she and Elliot deserved to be happy. She knew that by waking up feeling like she did, she was jinxing the day. She blinked her eyes open and she was stunned to see Elliot staring down at her, smiling widely with his eyes twinkling. "Morning," he said, kissing her.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked.

"Ten minutes," he said, kissing her again.

She laughed. "And you just decided to do nothing but watch me sleep for those ten minutes?"

"Yeah," he said with a nod, dropping another soft, loving kiss to her lips.

She cupped his face, deepening the kiss a bit, enjoying his taste and his soft chuckles and his light moans. "El," she said between kisses. "We have work."

"I know." He skimmed his hands over her face, running them down her neck, her sides and resting them on her hips as he kissed her one last time. "I love you."

He pulled away, she whimpered and he laughed. "I love you, too," Olivia said, following Elliot out of the bed, and into the shower, where they got a very pleasant start to a day that would put their ability to separate their relationship from their partnership to one hell of a test.

They got to the precinct on time, and Fin was the first to star applauding.

"You can tell time," he joked.

Olivia cocked an eyebrow at him. "Someone's chipper today."

"I, uh, had a date last night. Munch made me take a friend of Alex's out." Fin said, glaring at Munch.

Munch looked appalled. "Don't blame me, man. Alex wouldn't go out unless Casey came. Casey wouldn't go unless she had a date."

"Wow," Olivia said. "Casey? Really? Everyone seems to be dating around here. Is there something in the water?"

Munch and Fin laughed. Munch looked at her and said, "Hey, you know, there's a new guy in the D.A's office. Your type, too, Benson. I could have Alex talk to…"

"No," she said sternly. "Absolutely not."

"Not all lawyers are like Langan," Fin started. "We just want you to be happy, Baby-Girl. You can't be single for the rest of…"

Olivia turned and raised an eyebrow. "Fin, I'm not single."

Fin and Munch looked at her, wide-eyed. Munch smirked. "Well, who is the lucky bastard? Cop? Lawyer?"

"Um, actually," she said, running toward the coffee pot. "He's a detective."

Cragen stepped out of his office and put an end to the twenty-questions. "Stabler, Benson," he barked. "We have a vic at St. Vincent's. The woman said she knows her attacker, and I want you two to handle this, uh, respectfully."

The two detectives bolted out of the precinct, into their car, and sped off toward the hospital. They stormed through the doors of the E.R and spouted their usual introductions, asking for the rape victim, then they were led to an exam room where they found a woman in her thirties, beaten and fearful. She wouldn't say much, she wouldn't give them details, she wouldn't even look them in the eyes. After a half-hour of unanswered questions, they were starting to give up.

"Can you at least tell us who did this to you, Felicia?" Olivia asked gently. "Can you tell me his name?"

The shaky woman looked up, blinked back a few tears and looked at Olivia for the first time. "Brian."

"We'll need his last name, too," Elliot said. "We want to make him pay for hurting you like this. Don't you?"

Felicia nodded. "Cassidy. Brian Cassidy." Olivia gasped and Elliot stiffened. Felicia noticed this. She glared at Elliot. "Oh, you know him? He's a cop, so you're not going to do anything. Just go, then," she yelled

"Woah," Elliot said. "A rapist is a rapist, cop or not. We're not gonna let him off because he's got a shield. If anything, we'll be harder on him."

Olivia was stunned into silence, remembering the brief fling she'd had with Cassidy. He had been very pushy, almost obsessive, and he wanted more than she did. She broke it off after a particularly frightening evening. Her refusal to take their relationship further affected him deeply, distracting him, detaching him and forcing him to leave the Special Victims Unit altogether, and he'd been working in Narcotics ever since. She knew he was a little sexually perverse, but she never thought he'd really rape anyone. Especially since he'd worked for SVU and saw, first hand, the damage and brutal trauma rape caused for the vic.

"Thank you," Olivia said when she caught her breath. She pushed passed Elliot and raced out of the doors, determined to find Cassidy and beat the piss out of him.

Elliot finished talking to Felicia and ran after Olivia, knowing what must be going through her mind. He found her outside on her cell phone, getting a location on Cassidy, most likely. She snapped the phone shut and looked at him, ripping the keys from his hands and immediately starting toward the car. "Son of a bitch went to work. He's on a call, Madison Avenue."

"Liv," he called after her. "Calm down."

She yelled back at him as she opened the driver's side door, "I am calm."

Elliot spent the entire ride to Madison Avenue trying to get her to tell him why she was angry. He knew that they'd slept together, once, during Olivia's first year at the 1-6, but was it really a reason to take this so personally? There was something she wasn't telling him.

The car screeched to a halt and the two detectives sprang out and flashed their badges to the other officers who littered the scene. "Sex crimes?" one uniformed man asked. "Ain't no rape vic or kid here, no one called you."

"No, we're here to pick up a suspect," Elliot said.

"Where can we find Detective Cassidy?" Olivia said, furrowing her brow and smirking.

The cop looked at them funny. "Inside, but you can't…"

"Watch me," Olivia said. She stalked into the building and knew, right away, that it was him, walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around and his face contorted into confusion, fear, wonderment and arousal. "Olivia?"

"Brian Cassidy," she said with a light simper.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "I haven't seen you in years! You look amazing."

"Thanks," she said. "And you look like you're under arrest for the rape of Felica Donahue. You have the right to remain silent…"

Cassidy yelped as she cuffed him. "What? Olivia, that's crazy! You know me! You know I would never…"

"Actually, after thinking about it, I think maybe you would. With me, you kind of, almost did!" she yelled. Elliot coughed and his eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, he almost did what now?" he asked stepping closer and pulling Cassidy out of Olivia's hands.

Cassidy scoffed. "Oh, come on. You wanted it, Olivia. We were still together, you were just a little confused."

"Yeah, I wanted it so badly that I had to pull my gun on you to get you to leave, right? Let's go," she said, ignoring the questioning look she was getting from Elliot as he finished reading Cassidy his rights.

Throughout the entire interrogation, Elliot had to keep reminding himself that, right now, Olivia was his partner, and he couldn't get personal, and nothing about their lives should be brought into this. He had to concentrate, focus on what Cassidy did to Felicia. It was hard to do when Cassidy was licking his lips and making snarky, suggestive comments at Olivia every two minutes.

"Okay, you jackass," Olivia said. "We do not have all day. She already pinned it on you, and Munch and Fin finally got her to agree to an exam. Your DNA is gonna be all over her, your handprints are going to be on her arms from where you held her down," she snapped as she leaned over the table and scowled at him. "You know Elliot, and you know me. We're stubborn and we do not play well with others. You can talk, or we can make you talk."

"We?" he asked. "That's an awful lot of teamwork, Olivia. You used to be so independent. Has he done something to you? With you?" Cassidy looked up at Elliot. "Finally learned how to control the little bitch, huh? How'd you do it, Stabler? Because I failed miserably."

Elliot wanted to throttle the vapid pain-in-the-ass, but this time, he knew that Munch, Fin, and two men from IAB were watching from behind the glass, it wasn't just Cragen. "We've been partners for eight years, now, asshole. There is no 'her' or 'me' there's just an 'us', and we're both gonna kick your sorry ass into next Tuesday if you don't tell us your side of the story, because we have Felicia's, and it doesn't look good for you."

"Huh, I thought, by now, you'd have, uh, tamed her, if you know what I'm saying," he quipped with a snide look at Elliot. "Fine, I nailed the little bitch," he looked up into Olivia's eyes and said, "I kissed her, and I held her, and I closed my eyes and I thought she was you."

Elliot moved forward, forcefully, with his fists clenched, but the door swung open and Cragen and Tucker, from IAB, stepped in. "Detectives, job well done. You're free to go," Tucker said. "We'll take it from here."

Olivia looked at Cragen and nodded, thankfully, and he nodded back, an unspoken understanding passed between them that the interruption had just saved their partnership and Elliot's ass.

"You know we have to talk about it," Elliot said, "Now."

Olivia put her fork down, and backed away from the table. "Okay, what?"

"I thought you and Cassidy…" he paused, breathing, blinking. "I thought he was a one-night-stand. When I figured out you had slept with him, you said it was only once…"

"El," she sighed. "It was only once then. I didn't feel obligated to give you a play-by-play of my sex-life! It was, maybe, three times in total, then I broke it off with him."

Elliot snorted. "Okay," he said. "So, what did he try to do you, baby? How close did he get?" Elliot reached across the table in the crowded restaurant, took her hand and held it gently. "Tell me."

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. "He came back to my place, drunk, one night. I opened the door and he pounced. Nothing terrible, just really sloppy kissing and running his hands all over me. I told him to get off, told him to stop. He wouldn't. He grabbed my arm, hard, and squeezed. He told me I wanted it, and to 'just relax'. I pulled my gun on him, then he left."

Elliot let out a sigh of relief. "So, he didn't…"

"No, not even close, El." Olivia chuckled lightly.

"Jesus, Liv, when you said that he 'kind of almost did', the worst possible scenarios were running through my head." He furrowed his brow and cocked his head at her. "Why didn't you tell me? You know I would have kicked his ass."

She laughed. "Uh, no. you would have killed him. And, at the time, we had only been partners for a year, I had a huge crush on you so I would have felt really awful talking about some guy who couldn't get over me. You were, I assumed, happy at home with your wife, I didn't want to bother you with my problems. I didn't start intruding and burdening you with my personal shit until our second year together." She smiled and winked at him. "Besides, Cassidy left three days later, so it was kind of a moot point."

"You wouldn't have been intruding or burdening, I had a huge crush on you, too, you know that, now," he said, smiling brightly at her. "I think we should, um, tell people."

"What?" Olivia said, her smile fading.

Elliot got up and slid his chair next to her, close, and touched his forehead to hers. "I've decided, that since I become an insane freak when anyone, anyone, even suggests that you date someone who isn't me, we should tell people that we are together. I have almost killed two people out of sheer jealousy and anger because they had impure thoughts about you, baby. Today, when Munch wanted to set you up with that new lawyer, I wanted to throw him through the window. And tonight, I had to remind myself, over and over again, that I had a job to do and to ignore my feelings. If that door didn't open when it did, Liv, I would have knocked Cassidy clear through the glass." He kissed her, tenderly, and it grew in intensity as he felt her emotions rise. "Christ, baby, if we don't tell people, if I don't tell people that you're mine and they can't have you and to back the fuck off, someone is going to die."

"Okay," she said. "Tomorrow. You tell Fin and Munch. I'll tell Alex and Casey." She kissed him, and looked into his eyes. "El?"

He nuzzled her nose. "Yeah, baby?"

She smirked at him. "You are incredibly sexy when you're jealous."

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