This story was inspired by a song that has yet to grace my radio! It is not in rotation, but it can be found! While I was listening to it, it made me think of Elliot and Olivia's relationship. I couldn't tell you why, but I plan to try and explain it through this story, so please read and tell me what you think!

This is my comeback story because I have been on hiatus for almost 3-4 years. I have missed writing so much, and I would love for you guys to view this and tell me what you think!

Rated T for language, will be Rated M for later...

Enjoy reading!

Candles burned down to the floor…

It had been a long and grueling 48 hours, and Olivia just wanted to go home and forget about them. But how could she? Her job was full of facing the gruesome horrors of the world; how could she not bring her baggage home with her? She has done this job day in and day out, but right now… Right now she just wanted to go to her apartment and forget, at least for a while. She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. She stretched her arms high above her head, yawning, while the muscles in her back reached with her extended arms. She could feel the tension in her body trying to alleviate itself, but it was to no avail. She hadn't given her body the rest it so desperately needed.

"Olivia, go home. You've had no rest in the period of two days. Go. That's an order," Cragen called from his office door. Olivia sighed and stood from her chair, grabbing her jacket from the back of it.

"Cap, there won't be any argument from me," she said quietly. Normally, she would have put up a fight, but 48 hours with no sleep will take a toll on a person's body. She grabbed her keys from her desk drawer. When she closed it, the pen from the desk opposite of her rolled onto the floor. She shuffled around, picked it up, and placed it back on top of the desk. Nick had gone home earlier, claiming that he needed to rest. She did too, but damn it! They were following tips and leads all over Manhattan, but nothing ever stuck. The sick son of a bitch was still out there, looking for his next victim, and SVU had little to nothing to identify him.

Olivia walked to the elevators and pressed the button. As the elevator slowly made its way to her floor, she shifted her weight from one foot to another. She could hardly stand. She yawned again, the elevator finally reaching her floor. She stepped inside and pressed the floor for the garage. As she descended to her destination, her mind wandered to the suspect they had been so desperately trying to catch for the last two days. How had they not found anything that could even remotely point them into the perp's direction?

The elevator sounded, and Olivia walked through the parting doors, her drowsiness slowly catching up with her. She unlocked her car door and slid inside the sleek black SUV.

Subtle, she thought. She turned the key, and the engine roared to life. Olivia turned on the heat and put the car gear into reverse. She breathed a sigh of relief as she put her car into drive and peeled out of the garage. Her apartment felt as if it was ages away, when, in reality, it was just a few miles away from the precinct.

She pulled into the parking lot of her complex and switched off her car. Grabbing her things, she shuffled out of her car and closed the door, locking it as she made her way up to the apartment. Rounding the hallway corner to her door, she fooled with her keys and pulled the one that went to her place. Unlocking her door and setting her things down by the door on the table, she shuffled out of her coat and hung it on the rack. She closed her apartment door and kicked off her black heels, leaving them to land wherever by her doorside table.

She made her way to her bedroom and opened the door. Her eyes landed on her bed, and for a moment, she considered crawling into bed with her clothes still on, but that would be uncomfortable, and she really needed to rest. Suddenly her phone dinged.

You're off tomorrow. Get some rest. Don needed her at the precinct, but more than that, he needed her to be able to do her job, and she needed rest to do just that. She pulled the white dress shirt from its confines in the waistband of her black dress pants and tossed it onto the floor. She slid her pants down her legs, kicking them from her ankles. She picked up the discarded clothing and tossed them into the hamper to be washed. Tomorrow she'd do the laundry.

She unclasped her nude bra and hung it on the back of the bathroom door hook. She slid off her panties and threw them into her bedroom. She'd put them with the rest of her dirty laundry when she got out of the bath she was about to draw. She turned the water to the hottest she could stand and lit the few candles that littered her bathroom. If she was going to relax, might as well.

Olivia stepped into the steaming tub and sat down. As the water rose around her, she breathed in the smell of the candles, warm vanilla sugar. Her head rested on the back of the tub, letting the steam fill the room and all her senses. Her clouded mind started to clear as her body relaxed into the water. She turned to knobs with her feet, effectively shutting off the water.

Olivia allowed herself to sink further into the tub, the heat of the water encasing her body loosening her muscles. She felt sleep creeping upon her, and she closed her eyes for a moment, falling into a dozing state. A knock sounded at the door, and Olivia opened her eyes quickly. She waited for a moment, and then another knock resonated throughout the apartment. Her candles had burned down quite a bit, but she left them burning as she grabbed the towel from the cabinet, quickly drying herself before grabbing her white silk robe and wrapping it around her. Another knock echoed.

"Just a minute," she called. As she rushed into the kitchen, she took a glance at the clock. 12:30 AM. Who would knock on the door at this time of night she wondered. Just to be safe, she grabbed her gun from her holster off the coffee table and walked towards the door. Looking out of the peephole she breathed in sharply.

Elliot.

I am back! I am going to change my username because I have used it for so long! I had no idea if I would ever come back to Fanfiction, but I did, and I am so glad. This is my second story in this franchise, but I am not continuing the other. I haven't written in so long, but I lost my grandmother this year. It prompted me to keep pursuing what I enjoy most: writing. I write to her just like I would be conversing with her.

For this story, I had planned a oneshot, but now, it's going to continue until I feel as if I've done this story justice. Let me know if you recognize the lyrics! ;)

Please leave a review and let me know what you think or if I should continue!