"I'm ready", she whispered. Olivia nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck, planting soft kisses on his skin.

Elliot tried to stifle a moan at the contact. He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her lovingly.

"Olivia", he whispered.

She was too close, her kiss was too soft, and her body too tempting. Elliot lowered his hand to her hips, pushing them away from his erection.

"Olivia, you need to stop." Elliot's palms were moist on her skin as the heat in him grew to a roaring fire. Olivia did not let up. She pushed her hips back into him and with her lips on his neck felt the groan catch in his throat. "Olivia."

"Elliot", she breathed. "It's okay. I'm okay"

She ran her hands down his chest as her mouth made its way to his jaw, peppering him with tiny kisses. She felt his body tense as his hands rose to her waist, and caressed her lightly.

She pressed her body against his, hooking one leg behind him. She ran her tongue against his lips and his mouth opened for her. He pulled her closer and with one hand, tangled his fingers in her hair, the other pressing her hips into him.

But when he felt her start to grind against him, he pulled away. It was as if she electrocuted him, sending him flying across the room and away from her.

She looked at him, slight rejection and hurt in her eyes.

Why wouldn't he touch her? Was she too damaged too used?

"Elliot, I can do this, I'm fine. I am."

Elliot looked at her and shook his head. Olivia was stubborn and he knew she was done feeling vulnerable and weak but he wasn't about to let her go through with something that would ultimately hurt her more.

"Elliot", she said again. "I'm fine."

He sighed. "No, Liv, no your not." He walked a little closer to her. "And you're insane if you think I am going to believe you are."

Olivia was crushed. Elliot could see the hurt and embarrassment showing through the stoic expression she was trying so hard keep. Her eyes began to water and she tried with everything she had to stop it. She didn't want to cry anymore, she was tired of feeling weak, she was tired of feeling powerless.

"Why?" She asked in a whisper, no longer trying to stop her tears but instead trying to hide them.

Elliot's mouth hung open but no words came out. How could he tell her? How could her tell her what she already knew, what she had told countless victims? She wasn't thinking straight, she wanted her control back over her life and she was doing anything she could to get it no matter how reckless, no matter how fragile she was.

Olivia didn't wait for him to answer. She took his silence as confirmation of her fears; he just didn't want her anymore. Olivia got up from the cot and buried herself in the corner of the room. She stood there, shaking, trying so hard to keep her composer.

Elliot slowly walked over to her. He reached out to her, and lightly tugged at her wrist.

"Olivia, please look at me." Using her wrist, he gently turned her around to meet his eyes, which mirrored her pain. The hand that held her moved down to lace their fingers together. Olivia looked down at the tender hold. She looked into his eyes, wanting more of his contact, more of his love.

"I understand, Elliot", she said, surprising herself at the strength in her voice. "After everything, I wouldn't want this", she motioned to herself and the bed, "either."

Elliot shook his head. How could she possibly think he didn't wanted her? Hadn't his body's reaction to her touch proven that he did? Hadn't he already proved his love for her?

It was then that Elliot understood, knew, and finally, could speak. "Olivia, I love you." She gave no reaction. "I love you more than you could ever imagine. That's why. It's not that I won't do this for you. Its that I can't do this to you. I can't stand the thought of hurting you." He knelt down next to her and joined her hands with his. "You actually think that I don't want you? That proves my point, Liv. You're not thinking straight. How could I not want you? I love you."

Olivia was stunned by his words. She had never seen Elliot Stabler so open, so vulnerable; his words had to be sincere.

Olivia slowly shook her head as the rest of his words sunk in. He was wrong. She was ready; she knew what she was doing and she knew what she wanted.

Elliot, well, he just didn't want to hurt her.

Elliot searched her eyes, trying to find the answer to what she was feeling, what she needed but he saw only her insecurity, her vulnerability, her uncertainty. She needed to be reassured.

She needed to be loved.

Elliot's thumb caressed the back of her hand. He slowly pulled her to him, his hand abandoning hers so he could hold her close. He rubbed her back as he planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Liv?" He asked.

He was asking. He was asking her, not rejecting her, not pulling away, not forcing or deciding for her but asking.

He was letting her decide, letting her make a decision, giving her options, giving her what she never thought she would have again: control.

Olivia met his gaze, she smiled lightly and nodded her head. He leaned in to kiss her, cupping her cheek as her lips parted for his. His hands ran up her back and down her arms, taking her hands in his. He placed a quick kiss on her lips before walking to the door and locking it.

He walked back over to her, bent down and rested his hands on the bed on each side of her hips. Her smile matched his and he kissed her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down to her. She pushed herself up on the cot, her eyes seductively glimmering at him. He lowered himself onto her, one hand propping himself up the other running up her side.

Her hands flew to his shirt, her lips following her hands as they undid each button. Elliot ran his hand up her back, under her shirt, and undid the clasp of her bra. Once she got his shirt off his hands returned to her waist, working their way up to remove her blouse and with it her bra.

Her hands traveled down his chest till they met his belt. He brought his hands to meet hers as they worked together to remove him of his restraints.

And then their hands were on her, carefully undoing the button and zipper of her jeans. He slid them down her legs, his hands lingering on her skin as he kissed his way back up to her waist.

Elliot placed a gentle kiss below her navel. His hands went under the lace trim of her panties. His fingers danced along her skin as he slid them off of her.

He sat back on the cot, smiling down at her naked body. She was beautiful, in every sense of the word.

His hands went to his boxers, his thumbs slipping between his warm flesh and the fabric. Olivia brought her hands to his. Together, they slipped them off of him, exposing his desire.

Olivia leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her as he lowed them down onto the bed. Her legs clung to his thighs and they both moaned as he eagerly rubbed up against her entrance.

He gazed down at her, a slight fear inside of him. Olivia sensed his hesitation. She knew he was second guessing her decision.

But that was just it; it was her decision and she wanted this. She wanted him.

Olivia smiled and lifted her head to capture his lips in a passionate kiss; the kind that erased his hesitation, his fear.

Yes it erased his, and, it erased hers.

Elliot slowly pushed himself into her, feeling her cling to him as their bodies moved in unison. For the first time in weeks she hadn't thought of Harris. She felt no pain, no fear, no doubt, only love.

Elliot's love.

She felt her body start to shake with effort as the intense pleasure swelled within her. He drove into her and her moans grew higher as his thrusts sped up.

He placed his lips on hers and she immediately brought her tongue to tangle with his. Elliot felt himself nearing his climax. He ran his hands up her outer thighs, squeezing her curves gently, and reached around her until they met her mid-back. He held her close has he thrust into her for the last few times.

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut as the pleasure took over. She threw her head back as her body began to shake. Even then she could still feel him, inside her, shaking above her from the force of his own climax.

She was panting in his ear, coming down from her high. She let her head fall back onto the pillow and let the warm, content feeling of the moment take over. Elliot smiled at the relaxation on her face. He kissed her softly once more before lifting himself off of her and getting dressed.

He glanced over at her while he was picking up her clothes. She just lay there, happy, content, and exposed. She didn't show any fear, any self-consciousness, and ambiguity. She just lay there. Elliot walked over to her and helped her get dressed, planting gentle kisses on her shoulders as he buttoned up her blouse.

When she was fully dressed he walked back and unlocked the door. He turned around then and smiled at her, striding back over to the cot.

He laid down behind her, her body molding perfectly with his as they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

A.D.A. Gillian Hardwicke was sitting at her desk busily typing up a plea agreement in hopes of reaching some sort of compromise between herself and Justin Sharp. She was meeting with him in a little over an hour to discuss the arrangements of the plea: Harris' location for his protection in prison. They had spoken vaguely on the phone just minutes before this and Gillian could sense the urgency in his voice. She figured he had finally had enough of being in the lock up around other dangerous criminals and had come to his senses now that he knew there was no getting out. So, with a light heart and renewed hope, Gillian left her office and headed to the jail where they were holding Justin, looking forward to being able to lock up Harris once and for all.

Location - 16 Precinct

Mathew Parker slowly walked into the precinct, searching for Fin. Spotting him at his desk, Parker stalked over to him, unsure of how the encounter would play out.

"Detective", said Parker, "I have something to tell you."

Fin looked up at him. He saw the hesitancy behind his tough composer. For the first time since they had met, years ago, he saw a genuine emotion his Parker's normally stone cold eyes.

That emotion was fear.

"I'm listening" said Fin.

Parker swallowed hard before speaking. "First off, I want it in writing that I will not be charged for anything."

Fin stood from his chair and stared at Parker in the eyes, a scare tactic he had learned from years of working in law enforcement.

"I tell you what Parker", he began, "that sounds an awful lot like probable cause to me. Certainly enough to get a warrant into your apartment without your information. So why I don't I call our A.D.A and see what she can work out for these crimes but I tell you one thing, this better be one damn good lead. If not your pretty little ass will be sitting in lock up and I'll make sure your cellmates know all about what a delicate little flower you are."

Parker scowled at Fin's words. "I didn't do anything to Benson! So, stop with the threats."

Fin remained stoic. "Well if this isn't about Benson then why are you here?"

Parker sat down in the chair next to Fin's desk. He leaned over and cradled his head in his hands. He took a breath before looking up and speaking. "I got a phone call today but that's all I'm going to say with a written agreement."

Fin scowled agaom and picked up the phone, dialing Hardwicke's number. After several unanswered rings he finally got her voicemail. He hung up the phone and looked at Parker who was nervously chewing on his lip. "She's not answering but this is a precinct and I'm sure there is another A.D.A. around." He saw Parker relax at his words. "Would you like to have legal representation?"

Parker sighed angrily. "What for? I told you I had nothing to do with her. I have nothing to confess."

"Well if you have nothing to confess then how come you want amnesty?" Asked Fin, matching Parker's harsh tone.

Parker shook his head and cleared his throat before speaking. "You are going to have to talk to someone. You saw what went on in there, you know how we were with the inmates. I never raped nobody but you aren't going to hear any kind words from her either."

Fin thought back to his work at the prison. He knew Parker was no saint; at one point he had been a suspect in the rape and murder of Risa Tyler and, of course, the rape of Ashley Tyler. He thought back to the inmates he had spoken to. He thought back to Amber and remembered the hopelessness in her eyes when he asked where Olivia was, he thought back to the girl in the next cell, the one who led him to Olivia. And then it all made sense; Shawna.

Shawna had helped him save Olivia. She led him down to the basement and told him where the guards would take them. She had helped put Harris in a cell of his own.

It was like the words from Olivia's statement came rushing at him in one bold assault..

"I'm not done, ya know. That little bitch who helped you nail me to the cross is going to get it. I wanted you to know that."

He had gotten Ashley, the girl who turned him in, the warden, for letting him get taken away in cuffs in front of everybody, Amber, who smiled at his demise, and then there was Olivia, who suffered his wrath to get justice for them all.

"What does Shawna have to do with this?" Asked Fin, already knowing the answer.

Parker looked at him, nodding his head, knowing Fin had pieced it all together. "I'll say nothing", said Parker, "without that agreement."

Fin stood up from his desk, frustrated with Parker's defiance. He walked over to Munch who had just gotten off the phone, shaking his head in disappointment.

"You're not going to believe this", he said.

Fin shook his head, knowing there was more bad news to come. "What's going on?"

Munch motioned to the phone."That was Hardwicke who just called. She's down at the jail. She was going to discuss a plea with Sharp."

Fin's eyes grew wide. "You mean the kid finally confessed?"

Munch shook his head and stood up, grabbing his coat from his chair. "We will never know", he began, "Justin Sharp was murdered in lock up this morning. Warner has the body. I'm heading over there now." Munch glanced over at Parker, confused as to why he was there. "What's with Parker?"

Fin tilted his head, gesturing over to Parker's hunched form. "I'm not sure. He says he got a phone call that he needs to tell us about but he wont talk without a written agreement from Hardwicke. He wants amnesty; guess he hasn't been a good boy after all." They chuckled. "I'm going to call CSU and see if they got his prints on the latest package they sent Liv."

Munch picked up a form off of his desk and handed it to Fin. "Results just came back", he said.

Fin opened the file and scanned it over. He felt the color drain from his face as he looked back at Munch. "This can't be right", said Fin. "Sharp had to have known we could I.D. his car, not to mention the girls could pick out his face in line up. If he was going to send his final threat why would he be so careful?"

Munch shrugged. "Maybe the kid was telling the truth, after all none of the witnesses could I.D. him and we do only have his car on tape. Maybe Sharp wasn't lying."

"We will never know, now", stated Fin, with a grimace.

Munch nodded. "Don't beat yourself up. We all thought he was guilty and he still could be."

Fin handed the file back to Munch who placed on his desk once more. "The only thing we know for sure is that Harris' D.N.A. is on the fabric and his prints, along with Olivia's blood, are on that knife."

"Yeah", said Fin. "His were the only prints that were on that knife, on the package." He sighed. 'Justin never touched it."

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