Disclaimer: Clearly, I don't own any of the SVU characters. If I did, Olivia and Elliot would finally admit they have feelings for each other and we could all be happy. Dick Wolf's the one with all the money. I'm a college student tryin to make money. Which means I'm broke. Okay I'm through. Thanks for reviewing! There's another short chapter after this. Please, Please review! I'll beg if I have to. Sorry this is so short...next chap will be up very soon.

Elliot slammed his front door shut, his eyes red and puffy. He sat his suit jacket in a nearby chair, loosening his tie. He opened the refrigerator, grabbing a couple beers from the bottom shelf. He walked back into the living room, his eye catching a picture Lizzie had taken of him and Olivia a few months ago. He slumped over in his chair, running hands over his face. This had to have been the worst day of his life.

Worst than the day Kathy left him. He thought he'd fall apart when he saw her smile as she neared the altar…then she looked at him. She looked at him with those endearing eyes. And that was it. He took a large gulp of beer and stood, walking over to the window. "Liv, where are you?" he asked himself sighing deeply. Everything had happened so quickly…

Elliot watched Olivia, and saw Joshua extend his hand to her. She was crying silently and looked away from him to meet Joshua's gaze. She glanced at Casey, who looked worried. "Olivia." Joshua had said her name, raising an eyebrow and forcing a smile. She found Elliot's eyes on her once more then glanced down.

"I'm so sorry…" Olivia shook her head, "I'm sorry. I can't."

Joshua's hand had fallen limply to his side. "What?"

"I'm sorry," she turned, grabbing her dress and walking briskly back down the aisle.

"Olivia wait!" Joshua followed her, frustration etched on his features.

"Liv!" Elliot followed in close pursuit, wondering what was going through his partner's head. He caught up with Joshua, who stood in defeat as Olivia's car left the parking lot. Joshua looked down in defeat, breathing heavily. "Why would she do this?" He glanced at Elliot worriedly. Elliot sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know…we'll find her, okay? Don't worry."

The ringing doorbell brought him out of his reverie. He took another sip of beer and sat it on the table. He opened the door. He stared at her for a moment. Her hair was pulled back as it was for the wedding, but a bit disheveled. She'd obviously been crying…tears were still in her eyes. She wore what he recognized as her favorite pair of sweatpants and a blue t-shirt. She stared back at him then looked elsewhere, unsure of what he thought about everything that happened. He stepped aside, nonverbally indicating he wanted her company. He followed her to the living room and they sat on the couch. Elliot glanced at her, waiting for her to speak.

"Talk to me, Liv." he decided to break the silence, searching her brown eyes.

She finally met his eyes, full of concern. She shrugged, "I just got back from Joshua's. He was really upset…how could I do this to him Elliot? What kind of person am I?" her voice broke as she started to cry again, wiping her face.

"Liv…you're not a bad person. No one thinks that of you, okay? You weren't ready, that's all," he pulled her close, rubbing her arm.

"I thought I was. I was so sure. But then I…" She paused, unsure of how to go on.

"Hmm? You what?" Elliot felt her pull away from him and glance down.

Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. She felt her pulse race. She couldn't tell him. Could she?

"Elliot…" she took a deep breath, finding his eyes. Just say it already, Olivia. "There's something I have to say."