Sorry for making you wait for the next chapter. I was on vacation for a week in London and Dublin and didn't have time to write. I hope you're still enjoying the story. Please read and review. Thanks!

"What was that about?" asked Elliot as they moved down the stairs.

"Nothing. She was just pumping me for information." Olivia said. "But I didn't say anything." She said quickly when she saw the concerned look on Elliot's face. He knew that she often confided in Casey.

"Hm. OK." Elliot said as they reached their desks.

"Where are we headed?" asked Olivia, grabbing her jacket from the back of her chair.

"Domestic over in Alphabet City." said Elliot. "This is the third call there in a month, so unis thought maybe we should talk to the wife."

They walked outside and got into the sedan, heading for the address they had been given. They arrived about twenty minutes later, finding the wife and husband separated in two rooms in the house. The officer in charge filled them in, telling them about the last two calls and the wife's refusal to press charges against her husband. Olivia and Elliot talked, and decided that they would talk to the wife first. When they walked into the family room, they saw the wife seated on the couch, clearly in the late stages of pregnancy. She had a large bruise forming on her right cheek and her lip was split. The EMT's were tending to her lip and telling her she should go to the hospital to have the baby checked out. She was refusing their help, telling them she was fine.

Olivia knelt down next to her. "Lucy. My name is Olivia."

Lucy looked over at her.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Lucy looked at her with a vacant stare. "Nothing."

Olivia continued to talk to her in a soothing tone, and Elliot stepped back a little and just watched her. Her ability to connect with the victims, no matter what had happened to them, always made him admire her so much. He was all muscles and brawn, intimidating perps and taking down the bad guys. But Olivia, she could be a badass when she needed to be, and advocate for the victims in the next heartbeat. He could never do what she did.

In the next minute, Olivia was standing up and turning to him, and he realized he must have been standing there daydreaming longer than he knew because she was telling him that she had convinced Lucy to go to the hospital and to press charges. Now they could arrest the husband and take him down to the precinct for questioning.

They walked into the kitchen and found the husband seated at the kitchen table, his head in his hands. Elliot wasn't sure if that was remorse for what he'd done or just for getting busted.

"Mr. Turner." said Olivia. The man at the table turned to look and saw Olivia standing near him. "Your wife is going to the hospital…" she started to say.

"What? What did you say to her?" he yelled.

"You're under arrest for assault" said Olivia as she started to walk towards him with her handcuffs. Before she knew it, he had jumped up from his chair and taken a swing, connecting with her left cheek. "You bitch!" he yelled as his fist connected hard, sending her falling backwards and down on her butt on the kitchen floor. The momentum made her fall back on the floor, but not hard enough to hit her head. The uniformed officers grabbed him, and pulled him back, pulling his arms behind his back and cuffing him. Elliot fell to the ground and put his arms around Olivia, pushing her back into a sitting position.

"Oh my God. Liv. Are you OK?" He pushed her hair back, looking her over.

Olivia pushed away from Elliot. "I'm fine. Just let me get up."

Elliot held her around her waist, pulling her up with him. Once she was standing, Olivia quickly moved away. The EMT's had come in the room, having heard the commotion.

"Are you OK?" they asked.

"I'm fine." Said Olivia, annoyed at everyone's reaction, especially Elliot's. He had treated her like damn damsel in distress, and had his hands all over her. That wouldn't have happened a week ago, and she was mad that he was acting so protective of her. Weren't they supposed to act like nothing had changed between them? He was going to get them busted.

She looked over at Elliot and he looked annoyed too. But he walked over and grabbed their suspect. "C'mon. We're headed down the to the station." He read the man his rights as they headed out of the house.

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Later that afternoon, after Mr. Turner's statement had been taken and he was headed to Central Booking, Olivia and Elliot were both sitting at their desks. A colorful bruise had blossomed on Olivia's cheek, and her cheekbone hurt like hell. Elliot had been trying to engage her in conversation, but she was still annoyed. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and walked over to her desk. He leaned against it and looked at her.

"How's your cheek? That bruise looks pretty nasty."

"It's fine El. I've been hit harder." She said, not looking up from her paperwork.

"Do you think I could talk to you a moment?" Elliot asked. "In private."

Olivia sighed. She knew Elliot wasn't going to drop it until she talked to him. "Fine."

She got up from her chair and walked towards the cribs, with Elliot trailing behind her. Fin and Munch had noticed the tension between them.

"Wonder what they're arguing about now?" Fin asked Munch. Munch just shrugged his shoulders. They were both used to the Elliot and Olivia show…lots of fights and yelling had happened over the course of the years.

Elliot followed Olivia into the cribs and shut the door behind them. Olivia had walked midway into the room, and turned around, hands on her hips.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked.

"Are you kidding me right now? What the hell is your problem? Ever since we went to the Turners, you've been angry with me. And I have no idea what I did wrong!" Elliot said, trying not to raise his voice.

"Wasn't it just this morning that we agreed that we had to act like nothing had changed between us? And then we're at the scene, and I fall down and suddenly you have your arms wrapped around me and you're checking me over for injuries and lifting me off the floor. You don't think anyone noticed that?" Olivia spat at him.

Elliot shook his head. "That's what this is about? Jesus Liv. How many times has one of us been hurt and the other one of us is right there? How many shirts have been ruined by my blood? And how many of mine by yours? I didn't do anything I wouldn't have done any other damn day. We've always been there for each other. That's what partners do. You don't think I would have checked on Fin or Munch or anyone else that got punched and went down like that?" Elliot paced back and forth while he talked, angry at her for overreacting.

Olivia sighed and sat down on one of the bunks. She put her head in her hands and sighed again. Elliot was right. He really hadn't done anything he wouldn't have done on any other occasion. She looked up at him, and he had stopped pacing. He was standing in front of her, waiting for some kind of response.

"You're right. I overreacted. It's just that, in that moment, I felt like everyone was watching and knew our secret. I thought they could see the guilt all over our faces."

"Guilt?" said Elliot. "I don't think I would call it guilt." He smiled. "So, we're OK?"

Olivia nodded. "I'm sorry. It's just hard adjusting to…this… God. I don't even know what to call this."

"We knew today would be hard since we really haven't had a chance to talk this through, but we'll get there. We have the whole weekend ahead of us." Elliot sat down on the bunk next to her. "Now, if you really wanted to make it up to me…" he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Olivia smiled. How quickly things change. Ten minutes ago, she had been so annoyed, and here she was making up with Elliot. She leaned over and kissed him back gently. Elliot took that as a good sign, and pulled her against him, deepening the kiss. As they continued to kiss, Elliot gently pushed her back onto the bunk and lay down next to her, pulling her body against his. He ran one hand through her hair as the other smoothed down her side, brushing the side of her breast, and then over her hip and finally resting on her ass. He pulled her body into his growing erection and groaned when her body made contact with his.

"Liv. I can't get enough of you. Just one kiss from you drives me wild." He whispered as his mouth left hers and trailed down her neck. Olivia enjoyed the feel of his lips on her neck, and felt her body start to tingle as he gently trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone. She closed her eyes, and moved her hands across his chest.

Elliot ran his hand back up to her breasts, and started to massage her breast through her shirt.

"Damn it Liv. Why do you have so many layers on? You're driving me insane." He reached down for the hem of her shirt and tried to work his hand underneath her shirt and her tank top. "This is impossible. I need both hands." He sat up and straddled her body, and Olivia opened her eyes to look at him. Elliot was starting to push her shirt up when she grabbed his hands.

"Shit El. We can't do this. Not here. What are we thinking?" She tried to sit up but couldn't with Elliot straddling her. "This is exactly what we were talking about a few minutes ago."

Elliot climbed off her. "You're right. I'm sorry. You're just so damn sexy that I can't help myself. I lose all control when I'm around you." He shifted uncomfortably, his hard on raging inside his pants.

Olivia sat up and climbed off the bed. She let her hand slide down and grasped Elliot's hardened member. He gasped as she slid her hand up and down his length. "Sorry we can't finish what we started, but hopefully we can finish this up tonight." She leaned in and gave him one more kiss, and then walked out of the cribs with Elliot watching her as she left. He was going to have to take a few more minutes to calm himself down before he could go down.

Olivia walked back to her desk, and saw Fin and Munch watching her. "Everything OK?" asked Fin.

"Yes" said Olivia. "Why?"

"Just asking. You guys were up there for a while, and I didn't hear any yelling." Fin said.

"Yeah, well, we worked it out." Olivia said, sitting down in her chair.

"Yeah. I can see that." said Fin. "You may want to go to the ladies' room and fix your hair and lipstick." He said with a smirk.