Olivia woke up to bright sunlight streaming in through the window. She was curled up on her side and could feel Elliot sprawled across her back, his arm thrown across her waist and a leg wedged slightly in between her ankles. She reached over to grab her phone to see what time is was and heard Elliot mumble against her neck. She squinted her eyes in the bright light and saw it was almost noon. She couldn't believe it was that late because it felt like she'd only slept for a couple of hours. She set the phone back down on the nightstand and closed her eyes. She really had to use the bathroom, but she also thought she would love to drift back to sleep. But that was mostly a delay tactic. She knew that even though Elliot had agreed to her request to sleep and save any serious discussion until today, he wasn't going to let it drop. They would have a discussion. She sighed. Before…when they argued over cases and perps and victims, they would simply get through it by ignoring it, until a few days had passed and they'd forgotten what the disagreement was about. But this was after, and the stakes were higher. At the very least, she didn't have to worry about him storming out on her. If he was going to do that, he would have done it last night…at least she thought he would.

She couldn't wait any longer. She had to go to the bathroom. She gently grasped Elliot's arm and set it down behind her as she slipped out of bed. She heard Elliot grumble some more, but looking back, he still appeared asleep. She used the bathroom, washed her hands, and splashed warm water on her face. She brushed her teeth and ran her hands through her hair. She hoped Elliot was still sleeping. She would love to just climb back under the covers and curl into his body and fall back asleep. She opened up the door and looked back towards the bed. No such luck. He had his head propped up on his hand and was staring right at her.

"Good morning." She said.

"Morning." He said, apparently not willing to commit to whether it was going to be good or bad. Not a good sign.

She walked towards the bed and climbed on top of the comforter, kneeling next to him and he dropped onto his back. She gave him a small smile, testing the waters, but didn't get a smile in return. She leaned in to give him a quick kiss and stared into his eyes as she pulled back. He hadn't stopped her, but he hadn't really kissed her back either. She planted a hand on his shoulder and leaned in again, intending to kiss him a little more deeply, but he reached up with both hands and stopped her, bracing his hands against her upper arms.

"No." He said, no emotion on his face or in his tone.

Olivia sat back on heels, waiting for him to say something else, but he didn't. Instead, he climbed out of bed on the opposite side from her. He picked up his jeans from the floor, slipped them on without bothering to zip or button them, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a little more force than necessary.

Olivia swung around and sat on the edge of the bed. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next; what she should do. So she stayed where she was. Clearly, he was angry. But she had no experience in working things out like this with Elliot, so she was going to follow his lead.

The bathroom door opened and he emerged, his jeans now buttoned and zipped. He glanced over at her and then walked out of the bedroom. She hesitated a few moments before she stood up, and she could hear him in the kitchen. She heard the water running, and saw he was making coffee as she walked into the kitchen.

"Elliot." She said. He didn't answer her and kept his back to her, reaching up into the cupboard and pulling two mugs out. She leaned a hip against the counter, waiting for him to respond or, at the very least, acknowledge her presence.

They stood in silence for several minutes while the coffeemaker did its' thing. When the coffeemaker beeped, Elliot pulled out the pot and poured coffee into the two mugs. He replaced the pot in the coffeemaker, and she saw his him sigh heavily, his shoulders sagging slightly. He grabbed both mugs and turned, holding one out to her.

"Start talking." He said. Once again his tone was void of emotion.

"W..what?" she stuttered slightly as she took the mug from him, surprised by what he'd said. She had expected him to launch into a tirade, telling her all the ways she'd messed up. She wasn't prepared to just start talking.

"OK. I'll make this simple for you." He said, walking towards the living room. He sat down on the couch and looked at Olivia as she sat on the other end facing him. "Where the hell were you last night and what the fuck happened?"

There it was…the anger she was expecting. She had seen Elliot angry before and she knew how to deal with that. The emotionless Elliot she'd seen in the kitchen scared the crap out of her.

"Elliot, nothing happened last night."

"That's not what I asked you." He said, still staring at her.

Olivia stared back, wondering how much detail she should get in to. She took a sip of coffee and bit her bottom lip.

"Olivia…" Elliot said, exasperation in his tone. "Don't sit there trying to decide what you're going to tell me. I want to hear it all."

Olivia hesitated again. She knew he just wanted to hear what had happened with Jack; he probably didn't care much about the rest.

"Elliot. Nothing happened. In fact, I told Jack that if he ever touched me again, I would knee him so hard that he'd never have sex again. And I told him to fuck off."

"He touched you? Touched you where?" Elliot said, his tone escalating. "I thought you said nothing happened!"

"I'm telling you the truth Elliot! Nothing happened!"

"But he tried something?" he asked. "That son of a bitch."

Olivia rubbed her hand over her face. She should have started at the beginning like he asked. "Calm down. Let me talk."

Elliot took a deep breath and made a motion like she should go ahead.

"OK. We went to dinner and we talked about the party and except for a few comments, Jack was actually behaving like a normal person."

"What comments?" Elliot asked, and Olivia was sorry she had mentioned it. He cocked his head as if to tell her don't leave anything out.

"He just asked if you had nailed me yet." She looked away, slightly embarrassed at having to repeat it.

Elliot didn't react. "So then what happened?"

"We finished with dinner and Casey asked if we could go down to a bar just a half block down to have a drink." She looked back at Elliot. "I agreed because I didn't want to disappoint her." She hesitated. "I thought it was just be half an hour and that I'd be home by 10:30…" She waited for him to say something but he didn't. "I've just been so concerned about how this whole Jack thing will effect Casey and Aaron. I don't want them to think that I can't get along with Jack and be OK through the wedding and events. So I agreed to go." She hesitated. "I wasn't choosing to be with Jack instead of you." She said, a pleading tone in her voice. "I wasn't." But just the fact that she'd said it made her realize that's what she thought he was thinking.

Elliot didn't say anything. He just continued to look at her.

"When we got to the bar, it turns out it was a jazz lounge. And there was a band playing and there was dancing. We ordered some wine and Casey ordered a couple of desserts and time just got away from me. Before I knew it, it was midnight. I told Casey I had to leave but then Jack…" she hesitated. She wasn't sure she wanted to tell him but she didn't think she was going to get out of it. "He told me he didn't want me to leave. He put his hand on my leg…" She put her hand on her thigh, mimicking Jack's actions. "And ran his hand up my thigh."

She could see Elliot clenching his jaw, his entire body tensing, but she forged on.

"I told Casey I was out of there. Jack followed me out the door and asked if we could share a cab. He had his hand on my ass and that's when I told him that if he ever touched me again…" She didn't repeat what she had said before. "And then I came home."

"Then I texted you." She paused again, waiting for any reaction from him, but getting none, she forged ahead. "Then, when we talked…I was so upset. It hurt me when you said…what you said." Still no reaction from him. "I was angry and upset…I needed to get it out of my system. So I went to the gym to work out my frustration." She motioned down to her clothes. "That's why I'm wearing this."

Elliot scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to remain calm.

"Olivia. I shouldn't have said that to you." He grimaced slightly. "I didn't really think you had sex with Jack. I was just angry." He stared at her. "Do you understand why I was angry?"

"I should have called you or texted you that I was going to be late."

Elliot shook his head. "No. Well yes. But more to the point…you decided to go out with Jack, and Casey and Aaron instead of me. I was upset because you knew I was home waiting for you…and you just decided to go out, as if seeing me wasn't important."

"Elliot. I wanted to see you! I just felt like I had to…"

Elliot cut her off. "Olivia. I can't understand that. You have your priorities messed up.…I want to be with you all the time…and I thought you felt the same way. So I can't understand why you thought I wouldn't care if you didn't come home. Why you thought it would be OK to blow me off. Why you chose Casey over me."

"El. I didn't choose Casey…"

Elliot shook his head. "Really?"

Olivia knew she owed him an apology, but she had been trying to make him understand why she'd done what she'd done. She realized it didn't matter. "Elliot. I'm sorry. I was thinking about Casey and Aaron. I figured you would understand. I didn't expect to be that late, but it doesn't matter. I should have called you or texted you. I should have told you where I was. I didn't think. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. If you did that to me, I'd be furious." She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "I'm so sorry." She whispered. She looked over at him. "This is why I suck at relationships."

Elliot sighed, looking over at her. He didn't want to be angry with her, but there was a piece of him that couldn't let it go.

He took a deep breath. "Olivia. First of all, I love you. I'm upset with you, but I love you." He set his mug of coffee down on the table. "I'm never going to be OK with you spending any time with Jack Spencer. It's not that I don't trust you, but I just can't get over what happened and I can't forgive him for it. I know I should be able to deal with it, but it's always going to be hard for me." She looked down at her feet, another apology on her lips, but she heard him talking again. "And I'm going to worry about you. No matter what, I need to know that you're OK; that you're safe. When I can't get a hold of you, my mind goes to the worst possible scenario. So you have to answer your phone. You have to respond to my texts, or text me if you're not going to be where you're supposed to be. And for God's sake, don't ever leave your phone behind. Or your gun or shield. I can't stand the thought of you being out there unprotected. And first and foremost, when people love each other, they make each other a priority."

He finished this in a rush…and Olivia could tell how really concerned he had really been.

"Olivia…look at me." She looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes. "When I got to your apartment and you weren't here at 430 in the morning…I panicked. And then when I saw you didn't have your phone or your gun…" He ran his hand along his jaw. "I couldn't imagine where you could have gone. I was so worried." He moved a little closer to her on the couch. "I just know that when I woke up and I saw you leaning over me, I was just so happy to see you and to see you were OK." He reached out and took her hands in his, staring into her eyes. "Liv. We're going to disagree about things and we're going to fight. We've fought for years and we're still partners, despite having said some pretty awful things to each other. And I know you don't like it when things get intense, or get too tough, but I have news for you. You're not going to get rid of me that easy." He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it. "I love you and we will always work it out."

I know we didn't get to the good stuff in this chapter…but make up sex is so wonderful….please leave a review!