Here is Chapter 11 of "Shades of Blue" Enjoy and please review.

It's been a week since I ended my relationship with Elliot, and this week seems to have flown by quickly. I'm on my third day at work and I've been busy working on cases and meeting new faces. And Mr. Ed Tucker. He smiles at me.
"Excellent work on that witness statement," he says. "I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Olivia."
"Goodnight, Ed," I say.
After I step out into the parking lot, I try not to think about my old car or the Audi.
Do not think about Elliot, I tell myself.
The day after we broke up, I spent the whole day at home crying. I really did not realize that he meant so much to me. I love him. I still do. But I know he can't give me what I want in a guy, so I'm going to have to find someone else.
When I arrive back at home, the apartment is dark and quiet. Alex and her family, even Trevor, have gone off to London on vacation. I miss my roommate. I really want someone to talk to right now. I feel kind of lonely.
I'm thinking about opening a bottle of white wine...scratch that. Elliot always liked white wine. I don't want to eat or drink anything that would remind me of him. I can't help but wonder how he's dealing with the breakup. I wonder if he's doing okay. I mean, he's a super rich lawyer. So maybe he's back solving cases and helping people out. I wonder if he's thought about me over the last week.
I hear the intercom buzz and a voice says, "I have a delivery here for a Ms. Olivia Benson."
I roll my eyes, wondering who would have delivered something to my-well, Alex and I's-apartment at such a late hour. After making my way down to the main floor, I sign for the package and then carry the box. I think maybe it is heavy and fragile, so I carry the box with both hands. I place the box on my kitchen counter and cut it open with scissors. Inside there are two dozen white roses. They're beautiful. Elliot has attached a note and I can't bring myself to throw the flowers away. I find a vase, put the flowers in, and then add water. The flowers are adding a nice touch to the apartment.

By the time it's Friday-now my second week at SVU-Ed has been bugging me with lots of personal questions. I almost want to tell him, "Would you just shut up and let me do my job?"
But I don't. I see that an email has popped up. It's from Elliot.
CRAP. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO EMAIL ME NOW? DOES HE NOT KNOW THAT I'M WORKING?
The email is asking me if I need a ride to Brian's photography tonight.
DARN IT! I had completely forgotten that Elliot and I were going to this thing. I excuse myself from my desk and head into the bathroom, locking myself in a stall. My mind and heart are racing.
I do want to see him. It's been 10 days since I last him. It feels like torture. My mind reminds me of all the kissing, sex, touching, and even the bondage.
I wonder if perhaps Elliot has found a new woman to be his submissive. I still remember him talking about Ms. Beck, the 20-something year old woman who he lost his virginity to. This was also the woman who abused him at 16. Somehow, that was where Elliot learned about the dominance/submissive thing.
Elliot agrees to pick me up at 6:30 so that we will be there for 7. I have worn my uniform all day, but I get changed into my dress for the occasion. I will just have to hang up my uniform when I get home so it doesn't get wrinkled. It is a dark blue dress with large ruffles at the bottom. In one hand I'm holding a brown leather clutch.
I see Rafael standing by the car and when I step inside, Elliot Stabler is sitting there. He's wearing a suit but not with a tie. I can't believe it's been ten days since I last saw him. The memories are going to start making me cry again. He asks me when the last time I ate a proper meal was. He's slightly upset when I tell him it's been several days. I have hardly been able to keep anything down since the breakup.
We take his helicopter to the event. I congratulate Brian on getting the show. His photos were very stunning and looked beautiful. Elliot takes me someplace after the show to eat dinner.
"I don't do dates with women," he says. "You are the only woman I've actually taken out on a date. All the others...we just went shopping for the room."
OHH….
After dinner, Elliot tells me that we need to get going back home. We start walking along the street and then we go into an alley. I have no idea what is going on.
I'm suddenly pushed against the wall as Elliot crashes his mouth down onto mine. I don't even try to pull away. I've missed him so much. His hands on the back of my thighs, almost on my behind.
"I want to try again, Olivia," he says. "We'll just be plain. Maybe after awhile we can start adding things in. Will you accept my asking you if you want to try again?"
"What about punishments and rules?"
"None."
I think about it for a minute. I realize that I don't want to be without him any longer. 10 days was long enough for me.
"When you left, I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I felt horrible, knowing that I had done something that made you want to leave. I didn't want you to go."
"I didn't want to either. But something told me to."
I take a deep breath, then speak again. "Yes, I accept your asking. I'm willing to try again."
He kisses me softly. Then we get in the helicopter and fly back to Manhattan.
"Go home and get some sleep. You won't get a lot with your work tomorrow," he says. "By the way, there is a special package for you. I had Rafael drop it off in your apartment."
I kiss him goodbye, knowing that I'm finally getting back to what I had before this mess came up. But I have no idea what the future will hold…