"I'm really glad you're alright, Liv…" He told her, giving her a smile as he turned to walk towards the door.

Then a sneeze came from her bedroom.

It had clearly come from a man.

Elliot's eyebrows shot up as he stopped moving and turned around, looking at Olivia. Her eyes were wider and she was standing still, not knowing what to do. There was no way she could anticipate how he was going to react.

She swallowed hard, hoping he would think that maybe it was his imagination but then they heard a second sneeze.

Olivia closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for whatever Elliot was about to do and pulled the belt around her robe tighter.

It made sense to him now, why she'd been in a house robe and not her usual sweats and tank top, she'd been in bed with a man. Olivia Benson was naked beneath her house robe.

Elliot closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand. He walked over to her kitchen counter and set the dishes from his left arm down.

"I thought you were in mourning…." He said in a low voice, bracing both hands on her counter and staring down at the dishes. "I… I thought you were fucked up… that you'd… I needed to see if you were okay because I thought…"

She swallowed hard again and walked past the counter, further towards her living room. She felt guilty, like she'd cheated on him but she wasn't supposed to feel that way because she hadn't. They weren't a couple, they weren't together.

"I have been in mourning…" She said in a small voice, not daring to look at him.

"You've been here screwing some guy's brains out!" He yelled, looking up at her.

"What I do is none of you damn business." She said as she tried to remain calm, turning around and cutting her eyes to him.

Elliot stood up straight and walked swiftly towards her.

"Goddammit, Olivia!" He half yelled. "I tried to be here! I wanted to be here, you wouldn't let me!" He said, rubbing his hands down his face. He was stressed out and heartbroken even though he had no right to be. She wasn't his.

Elliot paced back and forth in her living room, trying to take deep breaths. He was going out of his mind. She had another man in her bed. Right now. Probably naked. Someone else was doing to her what he wanted to, she'd let someone else in, trusted another person with things that she barely trusted him with, not to mention she'd actually let another man put himself inside her, but he didn't necessarily know that for sure, even though he assumed it.

"You swore you didn't care… that you'd only be jealous as hell…" She tried to throw in his face, knowing it was a weak argument.

"I take it back! I fucking take it back! I care!" Elliot nearly yelled at her. "I care about you, I want to be with you but… but… Fuck, Oliva, if you don't want me anymore, then just fucking say it!"

"Keep your voice down!" She hissed at him angrily, realizing that Trevor could probably hear most, if not everything that Elliot was saying.

Olivia exhaled and gazed around the room. She was trying to not let her heart break at the sadness she could hear in his voice and she needed to get Elliot out of her apartment. For the most part, she still felt like shit about everything that had happened and right now Trevor was helping distract her from that.

Elliot raised his eyebrows and let out a crazy laugh. He walked back and forth in front of her looking at the ground with his hands on his hips.

"You telling me we know him?" Elliot asked, looking up.

Olivia rolled her eyes and huffed as she pinched the bridge of her nose with her right hand, shaking her head slightly at her situation and what she'd gotten herself into with her partner, the man that she had a love-hate relationship with.

Realization hit Elliot quickly causing his eyes to widen.

"We work with him, huh? Well, you're just making your way through the whole goddamned department, aren't you?!" He threw his poisonous accusations at her, burning her with his words.

She didn't bother telling him to be quiet again. It would just spur him on to be louder on purpose.

"I can't do this with you anymore!" Olivia yelled at him, giving up all hope of Trevor not cluing in about their off the books relationship.

"Why?" Elliot asked frantically, he could feel her slipping from his grasp. "What changed?" He asked, calming down slightly and refraining from yelling furthermore.

Olivia took a deep breath at tears flooded her eyes. She walked over to her couch and took a seat. This was it, she was going to talk to him about it and set them straight. Someone needed to before they crashed and burned.

Elliot may be her saving grace, but she wasn't his to save right now.

"Kathy…" Olivia said in a small voice as she sat on the couch, propping her elbows on her knees and hiding her face in her hands as she huffed. Her tears flooded her face, there was nothing she could do about her emotions.

"Hey…" Elliot said tenderly as he sat down beside her, putting his hand on her back.

"No!" She said immediately, tensing and standing up. "No more of this!" Olivia said loudly, looking at Elliot with wide eyes. She used the sleeves of her robe to wipe her face off.

Olivia walked to the other side of the room.

"You have a wife and kids!" She said. "I can't… we can't keep doing this to them!"

Elliot stood up as she paced back and forth behind the coffee table and used her right hand to thread through her hair.

"She sat on my couch trying to console me, Elliot!" Olivia yelled at him. "Little Eli told me he'd missed me, then he fell asleep in my fucking lap! I can't do this. I can't screw them over anymore!" She said in a panicked voice. "I'm done… we're done." Olivia finished, then stared at him with wide eyes again as her chest heaved up and down from her outburst.

Elliot was quiet, which surprised her the most. He nodded his head as his eyes were beginning to redden and water.

"I… I didn't know I was doing this to you, Liv…" He said in a soft voice. Then he walked over to her slowly and leaned down slightly to kiss her forehead. "I would never intentionally tear you apart like this…" He said as he sniffled and took a deep breath to keep his tears from falling. God, he loved her so fucking much.

Olivia watched him as tears flowed down her face once more. He made his way to her door and she followed behind him. As Elliot put his hand on the door knob, he turned around to face her.

"I also came over here to tell you Alex is leaving for the Congo again… our last victim had an illegal witness, the case really got to Cabot… I wasn't sure she'd tell you or that you'd care but I didn't want you to be thrown off if you randomly heard it at work…"

And with that he was out the door.

Olivia took a deep breath and locked the deadbolt behind him. She didn't want to even think about Alex right now. The blonde wasn't even on her radar. She wiped her face again and made her way back into her bedroom, almost certain that Trevor would have figured out a way to sneak out her bedroom window by now.

When she opened her bedroom door, he was sitting up in bed. The covers were pooled around his waist but she could see he'd gotten up and slipped his boxers on.

She walked over and sat down on her side of the bed. Olivia remained facing the bathroom door with her back to Trevor as she hung her head and lightly grasped the bed on each side of her.

"Is there any way you can forget what you just heard?" She said in a small voice. Olivia had trusted him enough to let him into her bed but now she had a slight fear that he'd run and tell everyone about her sleeping with her partner.

Trevor swallowed hard.

"I can't forget it, but I can promise you I'll keep it to myself…" He offered her. At least he was being honest.

She nodded, not knowing if he was even looking in her direction. Then with her robe on, she laid down on her left side, still refusing to face him.

"Olivia, do you want me to go?" He asked. Trevor was unsure of what to do. He couldn't read her like Elliot could. He didn't know what she was thinking or feeling. This side of Olivia Benson was still very new to him just like this side of Trevor was very new to her.

She leaned back slightly and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.

"Can you stay for a bit?" Olivia asked hesitantly. She knew she sounded pathetic. A middle-aged woman begging a man to stay in her bed for a little while longer just so she wouldn't have to be alone after cutting things off with the married man that she'd been half-way seeing.

Trevor gave her a small smile.

"I can stay the night if that's what you're aiming for…" He said. Olivia looked skeptical so he clarified his statement. "I know what it's like to be lonely… we don't have to do anything else, I'm not expecting anything. I'm just saying… I haven't stayed in bed with a woman for a while. My hook-ups are usually quick and easy then out the door…" Trevor said as he glanced around the room because his face went a shade of red.

Olivia seemed to think it was cute though.

"It's just nice to feel wanted sometimes…" Trevor tried to explain sheepishly.

Olivia let out a small laugh.

"Well, tonight I do want you Trevor Langan…" She said in her bedroom voice.

The best way to get over a man was to get under another one, right?

Trevor raised his eyebrows, somehow her bluntness still surprised him. He bit his bottom lip as Olivia rolled over onto her back, giving him a jerk with her head, signaling that she wanted him to come to her.

As soon as he'd made it to her side of the bed, she put both arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her, straddling her.

Trevor laughed.

"Why, Detective Benson… I think you're ready for round two…" He said as she half laughed and half kissed him on the mouth.

He leaned up and reached down and grabbed a hold of the belt on her rob, slowly tugging at it until it was undone. Then he pushed open the top of her robe, revealing her breasts. Trevor lightly began massaging them, one in each hand.

He smiled, watching the arousal in her eyes as he tweaked her nipples.

"You're very beautiful, Olivia." Trevor told her with a small smile on his face.

"God…. Mmmmhmmm… please don't brag to the guys back at your office that you got to bed Olivia Benson…." She said, moaning in the middle of her sentence as she arched her back, pushing her chest further into his hands.

He leaned down, sucking on her neck.

"I'd never do that to you…" He whispered in her ear, then continued his journey between her breasts and down her torso.

"Trevorrr…" She purred as he scooted down, completely spreading her robe open now and kissing the top of her mound.

He slipped a finger between her folds and found her wet, too wet for the short amount of foreplay they'd had.

"I… I'm…" Olivia lifted her head up, trying to explain herself.

"It's okay…" Trevor looked up and told her. He knew Elliot had caused this wetness. He didn't know if it was the fight or just Elliot being near her in general but the wetness between her legs was definitely her partner's fault.

Trevor wasn't quite as skilled in the human body as Olivia was but he did know that this wasn't something that a person could control. He didn't want her to feel bad or ashamed for something that was completely out of her grasp.

Olivia bit her bottom lip out of nervousness as she stared down at the man between her legs, making eye contact to try and read him, to see what he was thinking.

"Really, it's okay… no big deal." He assured her with a small smile and went back to work between her legs before she could say anything else.

He kissed her clit with butterfly kisses, causing a chill to run up her spin. She bent her knees, pulling her legs up and he slipped his arm under them and grabbed onto her thighs as he dug in.

It was so odd that Trevor Langan was doing this to her. Olivia would have never guessed in a million years that this man would have his head between her legs, pleasuring her.

"Oh, Fuck Trevor!" She said as her hips raised off the bed suddenly when his tongue darted inside her.

It didn't take long before Olivia was falling over the edge. Instead of moaning and making a loud sound, this time she was quiet. There was a small gasp as it hit her, then her body tensed up, her legs shook, and she placed her right hand on top of Trevor's left hand, squeezing it tightly as she rode out her orgasm.

He knew she was done when she let go of his hand.

Trevor crawled up her body and maneuvered himself to lay on the bed at her right side. She turned over, throwing her right leg over his hip and laying beside him, kissing him. It didn't slip her notice that he wasn't hard.

After a few minutes of making out an Olivia slightly humping him from time to time, he stopped her.

"Is it okay if we just lay together for a bit?" He asked shyly.

Olivia immediately removed her leg from his hip.

"Of course…" She said, looking at him with concern, grabbing her rob and closing it, tying the belt to keep it shut.

He swallowed hard and glanced around the room.

"Sometimes… it just take me a bit to recuperate after round one…" Trevor told her, slightly ashamed that it'd been a good couple of hours since round one actually happened.

"Hey…" Olivia said as she lifted her left hand and placed it on his cheek. "It's okay, it's fine…" She reassured him. And it was okay, that kind of thing started happening when people got to be their age. "We've got all night…" She said with a small smile, trying to calm him.

He exhaled at the fact that she was trying to make light of the situation and hugged her, pressing her to his body. Trevor nuzzled his face between her shoulder and neck, planting a kiss there.

Olivia instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and held him tightly just because she felt like that was what he needed.

After a few minutes, he pulled back and laid beside her. They laid side-by-side on their backs.

"Elliot said Alex was leaving for the Congo…" Olivia said then her eyes got wide and she sat up on her elbows, looking to Trevor. "Shit, I didn't even ask if you were still with her or if you're single…" She said suddenly. He'd mentioned the last time they were together that they weren't really a thing but Olivia wasn't sure if he had been lying or not. Because of who he was, she'd kind of just assumed he was lying…

Trevor gave her a thin smile. "I'm very single, Olivia." He said. Then looked at her thoughtfully. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't have stayed with her after what you'd told me."

Olivia scrunched her eyebrows together. "But you didn't want to?"

Trevor shook his head.

"She has… needs… that I'm sure you're aware of… I couldn't… I couldn't do that to her. I just… it's not who I am." Trevor said, looking slightly sad. Olivia knew he was referring to the kink that Alex liked to be choked during sex. To be honest, Olivia was surprised that the blonde had told Trevor her secret. Either the woman had really trusted him or she was getting desperate, which would have been bullshit because when she wasn't far off taking care of people in need, Olivia would have been at her beck and call.

Olivia nodded in understanding.

"I know what you mean…" she replied and left it at that as her gaze settled on the ceiling.

Neither one really cared to talk about Alex Cabot's bed habits. That was a road that they were both regretting taking.

"I knew she was leaving… she told me." Trevor said and Olivia drew her eyebrows together in confusion.

"She didn't tell me…" She said.

"You've had a lot going on… she might have not wanted to bother you…" Trevor suggested, shrugging his shoulders and looking at her.

Olivia's fingers played with the belt on her robe. "Yeah." She replied. Maybe he was right. It would have seemed selfish if the woman had called or text Olivia just to tell her she was leaving the country again when she hadn't even initially send Olivia any condolences on the baby. But then again, Olivia knew funerals weren't Alex's thing. She didn't like death. Still, she wasn't sure whether or not to be mad at the blonde.

"So… you and Stabler?" He asked, turning his head to the left to face her and bringing her out of her thoughts.

Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Somehow I knew you wouldn't let it go…" She said.

He laughed.

"All I said was that I wouldn't tell anyone." Trevor told her as he moved to lay on his left side, propping his head up to gaze down at her.

Olivia laughed too, even though it wasn't really real.

"What happened?" He asked.

This was the first time anyone had actually asked her about Elliot and sounded genuinely concerned about her and what was going on. It made Olivia feel safe.

She shrugged.

"We spent too much time together… he knows almost everything about me…" She said, looking at her ceiling instead of at Trevor who was looking down at her.

"Spending a lot of time together usually doesn't make people randomly fall in love…" He said.

Now, Olivia did look at him.

"I didn't say I was in love with him!" She denied quickly.

"You didn't have to…" He replied, giving her a knowing look.

Olivia remained quiet. She didn't know what to say to the man in her bed, to the man who wasn't even supposed to be in her bed because they worked for different sides of the law.

"He's married to this wonderful woman who he has five kids with and I'm the single bachelorette who has no kids, never been married, and is in my mid-forties…. Pathetic huh?" She said, trying to fake a laugh as her eyes watered.

"You're a beautiful woman and any man would be stupid to not be with you, Olivia…" He told her honestly as he leaned down to kiss her lips.

As he drew back, Olivia narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why are you single, Trevor?" She asked.

He smiled. "Why are you still single, Olivia?" He copied her.

"Because I'm damaged goods and according to you, I'm in love with a married man…" She said, unimpressed by his question, but Trevor was thrown off.

"You're not damaged goods." He said quickly, needing her to understand that even if others saw her that way, that he certainly did not and never would.

"I work all hours, I'm a sex crimes detective, my mother was a drunk and my father was a drunk slash rapist, making me the product of my mother's rape… oh yeah, and I was sexually assaulted and I have PTSD…" She said, as if she was trying to prove him wrong. "Should I keep going?" Olivia asked, cocking an eyebrow.

But Trevor had a look on his face, it was a look of surprise and concern, like he'd just been given information that he didn't know.

"Wow." Trevor said.

He leaned up, opting to sit in bed on his ass, crossing his legs but still facing her.

"What?" Olivia asked immediately, sensing a change in their light bedroom atmosphere.

He pressed his lips together in a thin like and wrinkled his eye brows, looking at the bed.

"Oh god…" She whispered more to herself than to him as she realized what she'd just done.

Trevor hadn't known she was a rape baby. He wasn't aware of her past or how she came into this world. Olivia had virtually just told him that he'd fucked someone who was born out of rape.

Olivia sat up now, she tried to be soothing.

"I'm so sorry… I thought you knew… I thought word had gotten around a long, long time ago." She told him. Truth be told, the word had gotten around but that was before Trevor transferred to New York.

"No, it's fine." He said, looking at her.

"I should have told you before we slept together. Shit, I'm sorry. Some people are uncomfortable being intimate with me because of it and I took that right away from you, I'm sorry…" Olivia said, her eyes wide as if she was scared she had traumatized him.

"If someone won't sleep with you because of how you came into this world, then they're fucking morons." He said strongly, looking at her. "I feel no differently about you now than I did ten minutes ago… I'm just… I'm sorry you have to live with that."

Olivia felt a bit better at his words. So, she hadn't psyched him out, she'd just made him feel sorry for her, which was a lot better than a lot of the other possible outcomes so she was fine with it.

"I've gotten used to it…" She told him confidently. A few cases still hit home for her every now and then but she understood what she was and where she came from. She didn't deny it and while she didn't tell it to everyone she met, she wasn't exactly ashamed of it either.

Trevor exhaled and laid back down beside her. Olivia turned on her right side, facing him. She figured she better change the conversation.

"Did you take some time off work?" She asked. "I haven't seen you around for a while…"

Trevor looked at her calmly.

"That's because I stopped representing the scum of the Earth…" He said. "Unless it's you… if you need representation again, I don't mind." He concluded, laughing. Olivia was shocked.

"Wait, you're not an attorney anymore?" She asked, her eyebrows going up.

"I am… I just switched to representing people that wouldn't keep me up at night, something that wouldn't weigh on my heart, that I could handle doing without having a mental breakdown…" He said honestly, maybe a little too honestly. This would explain his behavior earlier when he'd asked Olivia if he'd represented the man that sexually assaulted her.

"I… I'm glad." She said. "I know that was hard…" Olivia replied. She was relieved that he'd stopped representing people accused of sexual assault. That aspect had been bothering her and she'd been trying to overlook it while they were in her bed.

"There were a few cases that really got to me. The last one was a man who was accused of sexually assaulted a child. I could tell he did it… I had to remove myself from the case." Trevor explained.

"I bet your boss loved that…" She said sarcastically.

"Yeah, he wasn't happy but he seemed to understand."

"That's good." Olivia told him. "I'm really glad you're not… who I thought you were…" She tried to say it nicely without insulting him. "Who do you represent now?" Olivia asked.

Trevor shrugged.

"People who've been accused of stealing money from their companies and charities, ponzi schemes, stuff like that…" He told her.

Olivia laughed. "Ah, so different scums of the Earth…" She said.

He shrugged.

"They're basically all guilty, most of the cases are open and shut because of the paper trails they leave. I just try to get them deals. It's so much easier then what I was doing."

"I bet." She told him.

Then, taking a deep breath, she moved forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, cuddling into his chest, planting a kiss in the patch of hair as it tickled her face. She liked this side of Trevor. She also liked feeling safe and comfortable, like she did right now. It was taking her mind off of Elliot and the events of the past two weeks.

Okay it's kind of short but I've been working on it for two days. This was harder to write than I anticipated. Everything will work out, this is just one of the 'bumps'. I hope you like it. I tried to update fast because I realize I almost killed all the readers with that last cliff hanger…