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"Liv, honey – your pager is hollering at you." Elliot looked at the woman who was asleep virtually on top of her. Olivia had fallen asleep in his arms while they laid on the couch.

" How do you know its mine?" She asked playfully

"Because i haven't called the cap and told him I was coming in so..." Olivia jerked up and grabbed the pager.

"Yep me, got to go. I hate that your playing hooky today." She told him.

"Why? I am gonna be working anyway, I'll just do it from my apartment." He told her as he stood up from the couch and pulled her close to him.

"I have to take a shower." She told him softly "I am gonna be late" Elliot smiled at her and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Come back as soon as you can and well have dinner." Elliot told her.

"Absolutely." She replied seductively and retreated into the bathroom.

Elliot retreated to the kitchen and prepared a small breakfast for Olivia, knowing she rarely gets the opportunity to eat a good breakfast, and he rarely gets to cook it anymore but he wanted her to know that he was hers and he would do anything for her. Just as he slid her over easy eggs onto a plate she emerged from the bathroom. Damp hair, perfect makeup and oh man, that sexy skin.

"Wow, breakfast again? A girl could get us to this." She told him as she poured her coffee. He put the eggs between two toasted pieces of bread and wrapped it in a paper towel handing it to her.

He stood in front of her and held her hand. "Liv, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I'll wait forever if I have too." She looked intently at him and responded after a short pause.

" I have to go, I'll see you tonight." With that she walk out the door.

Elliot didn't even wait to hear her lock the door from the outside. He walked straight to the pantry and pulled the evidence box out. He placed it on the coffee table and and grabbed the manila envelope from the box.

"Elliot?" it was Olivia, she had come back and was standing less than ten feet from him. He was so consumed with this box he hadn't heard her come back in.

"Olivia?" Elliot was absolutely dumbfounded. "This is not what it looks like." He began to stammer.

"Really Elliot, cause I got to tell you it looks a lot like you went into my pantry, pulled out an evidence box and went through it with out my permission. Did I miss something detective Stabler?" She cocked her head and folded her arms in front of him.

There were two things in life that Elliot hated. One was when Olivia called him detective Stabler in that tone that said she was about to shove her boot in sensitive areas. The other was when she struck that pose that said give me a reason why I shouldn't shove my boot in sensitive areas.

"Liv, I know I should have asked." He was walking over to her.

"You bet your butt you should have asked." She was angry, her vain was popping out of her forehead and she was clenching her jaw.

"Liv, you got to let me in baby, you have got to let me help you figure this out. Please!" Elliot's emotions were filling him to the brim. Olivia softened as she saw the tears flow from his eyes. She had never actually seen him cry. She walked over to him and placed her hands on his cheek. He was looking down, avoiding her glance. He felt like a failure for betraying her but he didn't know how to help her. She forced him to look at her.

" I love you Elliot." She whispered to him softly and took his hand. She led him back to the coffee table and they sat on the couch.

" Why did you come back this morning?" Elliot asked her.

"Apparently the case that I was called in on went immediately to the FBI. Cragen told me that I would be on call I couldn't argue with that, not when I have you waiting for me." She told him. Olivia leaned over to the evidence box and began to pull out various items. Elliot grabbed the manila envelope again and asked her why she had not opened it.

"I came to a place where I just accepted that they would never find my father. The box use to always be at the foot of my bed, when I couldn't sleep, I reviewed it. After, I gave up on it, I put it in the pantry on the bottom shelf but out of site did not mean out of mind". Olivia paused and then took a deep breath and continued. "I never opened up the envelope, its crime scene photos. I couldn't see my mother like that, but I think now its time." Olivia took the envelope from Elliot and opened it spilling the photos on the table. She flipped through them, at first they were standard pictures, indicating scale of injuries and so forth, then pictures of devices used in the crime had been photographed individually. Olivia flipped through and then gasped stopping immediately.

"Oh my goddness...Elliot" Olivia's chin started to tremble.

"What, let me see, what is it?" Elliot asked as he viewed the picture. "I don't understand its her shirt Liv." Elliot was clearly confused.

"El...where's my file? Wheres the file with my crime scene photos?" She got up looking frantically around the apartment, Elliot handed them to her and asked again what the matter was.

"Elliot, they're the same look!" She said as she thrust the picture from her crime scene. It was a picture of the gag her rapist used to keep her silent.

"Liv...your mother's shirt...was your gag?" He asked dazed.

"El, this means that...my mother's rapist...my father...raped me?" Olivia's knees gave out and she collapsed where she stood.

Elliot kneeled next to her and took her into his arms as she sobbed uncontrollably. Elliot had never seen her cry like this. He was greatfull that she finally allowed her armor to be penetrated but he was also enraged that she had to feel this. He held her tightly.

"Sweetheart, we don't know that they are one in the same, we can't confirm it." Elliot was grasping for straws he didn't know what to do so he continued to hold her tightly and it was there on the floor of her apartment that the two sat and cried together.