A/N: People with addictive personalities usually have a serious problem letting go. Even if it would only be for a few weeks.

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

There was a loud, blaring beeping in Olivia's room, waking them out of their peaceful, post-coital slumber. Olivia shot up and grabbed the gun off of her night stand, while Elliot chuckled at her. "It's just my phone, baby," he mumbled, brushing her hair back. "Probably Cragen." He sat up in the bed and reached for his cell, flipping it open while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Stabler," he said, and as he listened, his eyes shot open even wider. "Oh, my God! Yeah, I will be right there. Thank you," he said into the phone, slapping it closed. He bolted out of the bed and rushed to dress.

"El," Olivia said, very concerned. "What is it? We have a case?"

Elliot shook his head. "No, Liv. Kathy and Trevor were in a car accident. They're being transported to Mercy General."

"What? Oh, my God," she gasped, getting out of the bed and mimicking Elliot's panicked actions.

Once they were both dressed, they ran out of the apartment, down to his car, and sped off to the hospital.

"What were they even doing in the same car? Why were they together?" Elliot spat as he sat in the uncomfortable waiting room chair.

Olivia knew that look, the way his eyes glazed over and the way his jaw had tightened and clenched. "You're jealous," she said, softly, more to herself than to him.

"No, just angry! Liv, my wife was just almost killed while driving around the city with my lawyer," he said to Olivia, his expression never changing, not looking at her. "I'd like to know why!"

"Your wife," Olivia said louder. Her voice was accusing and terse. "Well, I'm gonna go check on Trevor's condition, and then I'm going home and going the hell back to bed. You just...stay with your wife."

Elliot watched Olivia get out of her seat and walk toward the nurse's station, confused. But as he watched her shake a doctor's hand, and then bolt out of the hospital, he realized what he had done. "Shit," he mumbled, dropping his head back to the wall behind him. He shook his head and closed his eyes and he chastised himself. "Ex-wife, you asshole. Call her your ex-wife." He moved to get up to go after her but he was stopped.

"Detective Stabler," a voice called. "I'm not used to seeing you here unless you're on-duty," the doctor said, as Elliot picked up his head to look at him. "Your wife's in stable condition, but she has quite a few broken bones, including both arms and her left leg. When you take her home, you'll have to..."

"I don't live with her, anymore," Elliot said, before the doctor could finish his statement. "We're in the middle of a divorce."

The doctor's face had screwed up in confusion. "Oh, funny since she was asking for you for quite some time. Anyway, is there someone, a friend or family member, who can stay with her for a few weeks? She will not be able to do much of anything by herself. She won't be able to really take care of the kids, either."

Elliot looked at the doctor and sighed. "Her sister, but she won't come to help her. Her friend Amanda might be able to help, but I don't know...both arms, huh?" he asked, his eyes dropping and a feeling of responsibilty for his children setting in.

"Yes," the doctor said. "Her right from the shoulder down and her left from her elbow to her hand."

"Damn," Elliot said. "I guess I can wait a few weeks to move out completely, to stay with my kids."

"Okay, well, good. There isn't much you can do tonight. Kathy's sleeping and she won't be discharged for a day or so. We'll call you when you can take her home," the doctor said, holding out his hand.

Eliot took it, shaking it, as he stood up to leave, and asked, "How is Trevor Langan, doing? The guy who was in the car with her?"

"He'll be fine," the doctor said. "He has a concussion, and a few bumps and bruises. He was wearing his seatbelt, unlike your wife."

"Ex-wife," Elliot clarified. "Thank you, Doctor Schwartz." He shook the man's hand again, then left, in a hurry, to fix things with Olivia.

He was halfway to her apartment when his cell phone rang. "God damn it," he huffed as he dug into his pocket. "Stabler," he barked into the contraption. "Yeah, now? No, I just...yeah. Okay. I'll call...you did? Oh, okay. Bye, Cap." He ended the call and then pushed the number one on his speed dial, Olivia, and tried to get as much of an apology in when she picked up. "Liv, baby, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean to call her my wife. You have to know that I wasn't jealous, I was just...hello?" She had yelled over his yapping that she was on the way to the crime scene and couldn't talk to him at the moment, and then she hung up on him.

Elliot pulled up to the street, behind a squad car, and he saw Olivia looming over the body next to Melinda Warner. He ran over and discreetly ran his hand over her back, and up again, resting it on her shoulder. A physical apology. "What's going on with this?" he asked, jutting his chin toward the half-naked, young woman.

"Rape-homicide," Olivia said. "She's been beaten, badly." She knelt down and, with a gloved hand, picked up a small box cutter that had been lying on the ground at the vics feet. "And sliced up with this, I assume." She pulled an evidence bag out of her pocket and dropped the blade into it, and passed it off to Elliot. "He was probably wearing gloves."

"He was," Melinda said. "The handprints on her neck, they've got leather-grain patterns, not fingerprints."

Elliot shook his head as he looked down at the girl. "She doesn't look any older than Maureen. Was there any ID?"

Olivia handed him another evidence bag containing her wallet. "She's sixteen. She goes to Trinity."

Elliot's eyes widened. "She what?" He looked carefully at the open wallet in the beg and shook his head. "Oh, God...Maureen knows...knew...her." He walked to a quiet corner and ran a hand through his hair. This was shaping up to be the day from hell. First he gets sucked into taking care of Kathy, and now one of his daughter's friends had become their latest victim.

Olivia, forgetting that she was mad at him, walked over and, keeping the urge to hug him at bay, she peered up into his blue eyes and asked, "Are you okay, El?"

"Yeah," he said. "This is just a lot to take in, Liv. I have to stay home with Kathy and the kids, because she broke both of her fucking arms and a damn leg, and Langan escapes with a bump on the head. And now this?" he barked, holding up the wallet. "Oh, and Liv, please...I only got mad because there's no reason for my divorce attorney to be driving around with my ex-wife. I don't even know why I called her...we've been married for almost sixteen years, and until those papers are filed and processed..."

"Stop, El," Olivia said, sighing. "Stop. It's okay."

"No," Elliot said. "It's not. You know I can't even stand to be in the same room with her, Liv. How the hell am I supposed to stay home with her for six weeks, when the whole time..." he paused and lowered his voice to a whisper, looking deeply into her eyes. They narrowed and darkend and he was clenching his fists so he wouldn't touch her. "I'm only gonna want to, and need to, be with you. I can't sleep without you in my arms, and I can't go a single night without feeling you, against me, around me...without being inside you."

"Okay," Olivia said, licking her lips and smirking. "We can not talk about that at work. You ass, do you know what you just did to me?" she asked, shuddering and blinking quickly.

"I did it to myself, too, Liv," Elliot replied with a chuckle. "That's what happens when I think about you, at all. When we think about each other." He was quiet for a moment, as he looked around at the menagerie of people and cops at the scene. His eyes suddenly sparkled and he chuckled, almost evilly. "Come with me."

Olivia cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not having sex with you at a crime scene, El. My back still hurts from the wall of that bar."

"No, baby," he laughed. "Stay with me, when I stay with the kids. They love you, they know Kathy and I are done, and to be honest, they expected me to run to you, just like she did."

"Oh, no," she said, certainly, shaking her head. "I am not going to spend six weeks in your house with your kids and your...well, by then she will be your ex-wife. Are you crazy?"

"Not crazy, Liv," he said, turning his head toward Melinda who had just called him and Olivia over. "Just in love," he said eyeing Olivia and winking at her. They walked over to the medical examiner, leaving their personal lives on the back-burner for now. Olivia knew the conversation wasn't over, and she knew Elliot wouldn't take no for an answer. She also knew that he was right. There was no way in hell she could last a single night without him. She sighed, as she looked back at the lifeless body of a teenage victim, and tried to understand how her life could feel like it was just beginning when this poor girl's had come to a horrific end.

"Okay, careful," Elliot said, helping Kathy into the house. "It's hard to wheel this thing around in here, so keep that leg of yours down. I might be tempted to knock you into the table or something."

Kathy scoffed. "Oh, nice, Elliot. Thank you, so much."

Four beaming faces were waiting in the living room and when they saw Elliot, the shouting started. "Daddy!" yelled Lizzie, throwing her arms around him.

"You're home," Maureen said, relieved, hugging him.

Kathleen gave him a huge hug and a kiss on his cheek. "We missed you so much!"

"Is she coming?" Dickie asked, hugging his father.

Elliot chuckled and choked a bit. "Wow, Dickie, you just jump right to..."

"Is who coming? Kathy asked, interrupting. "Who is she?"

Kathleen and Maureen giggled. Elliot shook his head. "No one," he said. "And I don't think she's coming, guys. She was pretty loud, and rather violent, about saying 'no'." He rubbed his houlder remembering the punch he got when he wouldn't take no for an answer. "Dickie, can you wheel your mother into the guest room?"

"Guest room? Kathy said, shocked. "You're putting me in the guest room?"

"Yeah," Elliot said, smirking. "I'm not carrying you up the stairs, Kathy, and I'm absolutely not sharing a room with you. We are, as of eight o'clock this morning, divorced."

Kathy's eyes widened. "You mean you still...you didn't stop the processing?"

"Why would I?" he asked, grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

"Elliot, I was just in a horrible accident! I need you right now!" Kathy yelled, desperately.

Elliot nodded, chugging his beer. "I'm here, aren't I? I can help you, as a friend. I still wanted the div...wait, you thought that by getting into this accident, you could guilt me into staying married to you?"

"The only reason I was even in the car with Trevor was because you and Olivia took off, and you were his ride! We were talking about you, afrter all, and then I offered to drive him home. If you had just let him stay on his little date with that trollop, then I never would have been on that highway!" Kathy yelled. "If you never filed for divorce in the first place, I wouldn't have needed to talk to Trevor!"

Elliot laughed. "You're really pathetic Kathy. Dickie, please, roll her out of..."

His question was interrupted with the loud ringing of the doorbell. "We'll get it!" all four of his children shouted. They all ran to the door, throwing it open. They screamed and squealed in delight and threw their arms around the person standing at the door, whom Elliot and Kathy hadn't even seen yet.

"We're so glad you're here," Kathleen claimed.

Lizzie nodded. "You have to keep him sane, and make sure we don't kill her. She's kind of a pain in the, um, rear end."

"This is gonna be so much fun," Maureen said, pulling their guest into the house.

Dickie cleared his throat. "I can take your jacket," he said, tugging the black leather off of their guest's shoulders.

From her wheelchair, Kathy craned her neck to see who it was and finally yelled, "Kids, damn it, who the hell is it?"

The four children moved aside, beaming brightly, and hopping in excitement. They revealed a beautiful brunette, smirking slightly at Elliot, holding a manilla folder in her hands.

Elliot's face lit up and his heart melted a little bit more.

"Oh, no, absolutely not," Kathy sputtered. "Elliot, no way. Get her out of my house."

"Kathy," Elliot said, turning toward her. "I'm getting the house in the settlement, so technically, you're the guest. Not her." He smirked, like a devil, and looked up at his kids. "Guys, take Liv's stuff upstairs, to my room, and when you get back down we'll make some popcorn and watch a movie."

"Okay," Kathleen said, cheerfully, picking up one of Olivia's bags.

"Awesome," cried Dickie, grabbing her other bag.

The kids ran upstairs and Elliot walked over to Olivia. "You changed your mind," he said, softly.

"Yeah," Olivia said, nodding. "I did. You know I couldn't stay away from you. And the thought of you being here, with her, alone..."

Elliot cut her off. "Woah, Liv, you know I would not have ever..."

"But, she would have," Olivia said, smirking. "I called Trevor this morning, just to see how he was and to thank him for doing all he did to help you, and he asked me to take a formal statement. He's filing a claim against Kathy." She handed him the file in her hands.

Elliot opened it and read and his jaw dropped as he glared at Kathy. "Liv, are you sure about all of this?"

Olivia nodded. "He's still pretty shaken up about it, and this is why you didn't have a problem with anything this morning. He called the judge handling your divorce as soon as he was released from the hospital."

"Shit," he said, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Wll, baby, this is gonna be an interesting six weeks. But, you know what's gonna make it all worth it?"

"What?" Olivia asked, furrowing her brow.

Elliot tossed the file onto the coffee table and cupped Olivia's face. As he pulled her in for a soft, sweet kiss, he whispered, "This."

"Could you not do that in my house?" Kathy spat.

"Not your house anymore," Elliot mumbled against Olivia's lips.

Kathy rolled her eyes. "Could you not do that in front of me, then?"

Elliot stopped kissing Olivia and looked at his wheelchair bound ex-wife. "If you don't like it, Kathy, you can leave the...oh, I guess you can't leave the room until someone can come wheel you out of it. Sorry." He shrugged and went back to kissing Olivia, and chuckled. Sure, it was mean. But he thought Kathy deserved it. After all, he'd just read Trevor's statement. He'd just found out that Kathy, after attempting to sexually assault Trevor, had driven into the highway divider on purpose. Making her jealous was only the tip of the torturous iceberg.

A/N: Wow, this is gonna be good. Elliot and Olivia, in the same house as Kathy, not giving up their addiction to each other, at all. Fun! Don't you think?