Benson and Stabler leave Ryland, the home, without a word spoken between them. As they sit in their sedan, stuck in traffic, Elliot is behind the wheel and quickly losing his cool. He breaks the silence, "What did I do?"
Olivia never takes her eyes off the traffic, "What makes you think you did anything?"
"Liv, please. If I learned anything at all from twenty years of marriage and three daughters…it's what the silent treatment means."
"It's. Well, I just find it….unprofessional that you seem to be using your job like a dating service."
He chuckles out loud, "You think I was flirting with her? Olivia, she was upset."
"All I'm saying is, you're in obvious need of…."
"No. Don't you hand me that I need a woman, all that rebound crap. Look, I just hate seeing a woman cry, any woman for that matter. She reached out to me, I can't just push her away. But now that you mention it, she did have gorgeous eyes…but I am partial to blue," he bats his eyes at her, mocking her.
She smiles smugly, "At least you were looking at her eyes Stabler."
"Please…the gi….she's young enough to be my daughter. And why are we discussing this?"
"Not a clue, you started it."
"Oh, no ma'am. That is your burden…..say…look at that…moving traffic."
"She laughs as he starts driving, "You're just glad to end this discussion."
"Got that right. So, this janitor…."
"Elliot Stabler, Master of the segue. Neil O'Riley…..42...three ex-wives…no kids."
"Kinda sounds like someone we know."
"A bit….but still, we need more info than this before we go after him."
"Oh joy for joy, more paperwork. You really know how to keep me happy Benson."
He stops outside the station house and quickly runs to open the door for his partner. She gives him a look, "Oh, what next, dinner?"
"You're buyin'."
"Cheap-ass."
"Damn straight."