Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters Dick Wolf does.

A/N: This is my first story comments are greatly appreciated. I like criticism.

Olivia leaned back in her chair and yawned. It was 5:47 and she was finally getting to go home. Elliott had left already at 4:00 to go to Kathleen's soccer game. Liv looked over to the right and saw Detective John Munch working on a case. She walked over behind him and looked over his shoulder at the file.

She grabbed his shoulder and said, "So, you're still working the Brown case, eh?"

He jumped. "God, Olivia, you don't have to sneak up on me like that, you know?"

She laughed, "I like sneaking up on you, John, your expressions are priceless."

"You're funny, Benson."

"Hey now you don't have to call me 'Benson'. It's not like we're strangers."

"You're right, I just think it's much more professional."

"Since when is your skinny ass ever professional?"

"You know, Olivia, you could be a comedian."

She rolled her eyes. "So, my chauffer is off today. Could you give me a ride home?"

"Oh well, since that's the case, sure I'll drive you."

"You're such a nice man, John."

"Yeah, that's me, John the nice guy."

He stood up, closed the file, grabbed his coat and keys and followed Liv out to the elevator. Damn, she had a nice ass. Damn it. He shook his head. He shouldn't be having these thoughts while he was at work…especially about Liv…she would kick his ass if she knew what was going through his head right now.

"Hey Liv?"

She turned around. "Yeah?"

"Hold the elevator for me. I've gotta take a leak."

"Charming. But hurry up."

He pushed open the door to the bathroom and began to do his business. Just then Liv walked in.

"Hurry up you old man."

"This old man needs his privacy, thank you very much."

"Oh don't be such a baby. It's not like you don't have three ex-wives who haven't seen your package. After them why worry about me?"

"Just go call the elevator for me."

"Fine, I'll be waiting."

When he came out of the bathroom Liv was stepping onto the elevator platform.

"You think you took long enough, Grandpa?"

"Haha, very funny."

"Yeah, you know damn right I am."

"Oh yes, Olivia, you're a comic genius."

She smiled. "You're right, John, you're the funny one."

"And to think I'm not married."

The elevator dinged. They had arrived at the bottom floor.

"Why don't you ever date?"

"Who said I didn't?"

"Do you?"

"No."

"Why not? I mean for a man your age you're not that bad looking."

"Do you know how many women are looking for a man my age?"

"No."

He held the door open for her.

"Exactly, usually when women find out my age it turns them away."

"Why? You can't be more than 52…"

"I wish."

He unlocked the door and got in. Olivia looked at the expression on his face. It was a very sad one. She wished she shouldn't have brought up this whole conversation. She got in closed the door.