Thanks so much for reviewing! LuckyDucky20-I love findinglyrics that perfectly fit a situation or moment! Okay, shirtless Elliot. I'll keep that in mind. nem-The song was Standing Outside the Fire by Garth Brooks. I like country, yeah, and I'm used to other people not liking it so much. When I tell my friends I like country they act like I just told them I worship the devil or something. ;) But I like all types of music, so it evens out.

This chapter sort of leaves off in a strange place. I just had a sudden burst of inspiration and wrote this whole thing today, so I wanted to get this chapter up now. I will completely cure my writer's block. I'll find a way... -I hope- ;)

Where Did I Go Right? How Did I Get You?

Olivia glanced into the mirror, thoughtlessly fixing her hair in its normal position and noticing a cheery smile on her face as couldn't help but pour herself back into her conversation with Elliot last night. They had talked late into the night, only pulling themselves away from their discussion when it got to be around one in the morning. After the good-byes, they'd parted with an innocent hug and went to their separate cars. She and Elliot both agreed to take things slowly, taking into consideration everything that had brought them to this point.

And nothing else really matters, she grinned again, because I'm with Elliot. She repeated those last three words over and over in her head until she feel asleep last night, convincing herself that it wasn't just some dream too good to be true.

As she grabbed her navy blue blouse from the hanger on the back of the bathroom door, she heard a knock at her front door. Olivia frowned and wiggled her right arm through her blouse sleeve so that she could clearly see her wristwatch. Almost eight. Who would be at her door this early? She cautiously remained silent as she began buttoning her shirt and weaving through her living room to get to the door.

"Who is it?" She stood in front of the doorway, finishing with the last button on her shirt and tucking the tails into her black slacks.

"Me." Even with a simple response as that, Olivia recognized it immediately. Feeling a delighted smile come back to her lips, she abruptly began fiddling with the locks until she was finally able to open it.

"Hey Me," she grinned, coming face to face with Elliot as she leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed. He was in his normal attire, a suit and tie, but Olivia thought he never looked better, except for the clear exhaustion written all over his face. "You look tired. Didn't get much sleep last night?" She leaned forward and grabbed one of his hands in hers, dragging him into her apartment and closing the door behind them with her free one.

Elliot smiled and pulled their adjoined hands behind his head, drawing Olivia dangerously close to him. He held their hands between them, watching as he flexed his fingers between Olivia's, then wrapping them back around her fist as he stared into her eyes. "Up all night thinking about you," he grinned, winding his free arm around her waist and pulling her body against his. Letting his hand release Olivia's, he did the same with his other arm, resting his palms against the small of her back as he lost himself in her eyes.

Olivia felt like butter in his gentle arms and under his loving gaze. He swept her off her feet with his words, he astonished her with his benevolent actions, and he reduced her to a mere puddle of emotions just by letting his eyes speak for him. Elliot was everything she ever wanted in a man, and never thought she'd be able to find, or deserve to keep if she did.

As she remained hushed, Elliot noticed tears starting to gather at the corner of her eyes. "Liv, what's wrong?" He worriedly slid his right hand up to cup the side of Olivia's cheek. "You're crying." His thumb reached out to wipe the unshed moisture away.

"Nothing," Olivia's skin glowed as a smile beamed across her face. "Everything's perfect." She enfolded her arms around Elliot's waist and brought them even closer as she whispered into his ear. "Absolutely, wonderfully perfect."

--XXX--

While Olivia was glancing through the crime scene photos of the Perry case, she couldn't stop her vision from moving to Elliot between every other picture. She hadn't counted on keeping their feelings out of the office such impossible work. But she couldn't help it. He was just so damn irresistible sometimes. Okay, all the time.

"Do you want something or are you just staring at my pretty face?" He glanced over from his computer, a knowing grin curling the corners of his mouth.

"Your pretty face," she chuckled, sitting her elbow on the desk and placing her chin in her palm as she continued staring with a smile.

"How many of you damn cops are gonna pull me in here 'til ya realize I didn't do nothing!" The two detectives shot their gaze to the squad room doors as they heard a familiar voice.

"A ski mask and black leather coat we found in your closet paint a different picture there Greg." Fin's voice came next, sounding closer.

"Smart perps get rid of the evidence, not hide it in their room." As Munch's voice trailed around the corner, the three men came into view. Fin was shoving the cuffed perp forward as Munch walked behind them. The guy was none other than Greg Reid, the kid that Olivia and Elliot had liked for the MacGuire case. Also the kid who's neck Olivia had almost snapped after he grabbed her.

Reid angrily scanned his eyes over the room, familiarizing himself with the room again. He'd only looked past half of it when his glance settled on Olivia. Within seconds his eyes widened as recalled what happened in the interrogation room. Olivia just locked eyes with him, revealing only a blank expression as she refused to bat an eye.

"Okay! Okay!" Reid drew away from her, almost strong enough to take Fin with him as he shrunk back. "I'll tell ya whatever ya want! Jus' don't let that crazy bitch near me!"

"You better shut your punk ass up 'fore I do it for ya," Fin growled, leading Reid into a wall before yanking him down a hallway. They could still hear Reid yelling long after he'd disappeared.

"Did I miss something?" John glanced between Olivia and Elliot with a puzzled expression. Elliot bit his lip and turned towards Olivia, who seemed only slightly unsettled by the whole scene. "You must have really beat the crap out of him. Not even Fin could get him to bat an eye."

"I didn't beat him up," Olivia denied with a slight blush at John's half-sarcastic smile. She nervously clasped her hands together in her lap and averted her eyes from his stare.

"You really did? That was just a joke," he laughed, amused by her shying away from the topic. Always the observant one, Elliot saw Olivia's uneasiness and jumped to her rescue.

"How's the case going?" After Olivia had been taken off the MacGuire case, Elliot excused himself as well, leaving John and Fin to handle it. They'd kept it completely to themselves, due to a slight urge from the Captain.

"We're gonna see if we can't get Greg there to crack under pressure." He pointed a thumb behind his shoulder. "Of course, we could always just threaten to bring Liv in. Then he'd probably admit to being Osama Bin Laden if we asked."

Olivia bit her tongue as an annoyed, slightly abashed expression crossed her face. "Ha ha," she mused sarcastically, folding her arms in a standoffish glare. John just flashed a mischievous grin before leaving the squad room as well.

"On that note," Elliot cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair to grab a folder from his desk. "Where are we on the Perry case?" Leaning back into the aged chair, it let out a moaning squeak as he began to flip through one paper after another in the file.

"Um," Olivia propped an elbow up on the desk and started twirling around a pen in that hand as she shuffled through the photos on her desk with her free one. "Husband said that he got back early from a business trip that was supposed to end the following day when he found her. The company confirmed it."

"That he had a business trip or that he was there?"

"Both. CSU also said they found Chinese take-out containers in the kitchen and the table was set for two." Olivia aimlessly tapped was one the pictures with a pen as she tried to find anything out of the ordinary that she hadn't seen before.

"So you think she had a date or something while the husband was gone?" Elliot's eyebrows furrowed as he leaned over their desk to reach for the photo of the dining room. His arm had barely made it half-way before a spasm of numbing pain shot from the back of his shoulder to his elbow, forcing a muffled cry from him as his face winced.

"What's wrong?" Olivia noticed his reaction and searched his face for a response.

"My shoulder," he groaned, delicately leaning back as he reached his left arm across his chest to rub the pain away.

"Like you pulled a muscle or something?" She pushed herself up from her chair and began walking towards him.

"More like I was handcuffed to a staircase, or something," he added with a small grin as he looked to see Olivia's reaction.

"Let's hope I never really arrest you then," she smiled, setting her palm against the edge of the desk as she leaned forward. "Turn around," she slightly motioned with her head.

"What?" He raised a doubtful eyebrow, recalling the last time he'd turned his back to her.

"Turn around," she repeated, making a circle in the air with her finger as her face slowly lost patience.

"Why?" He tried to hide his grin, knowing full well that he was agitating her.

She sighed and bit the side of her lip. "'Cause I said so." She leaned forward and grabbed the arm of Elliot's chair. Giving it a good shove, she spun him around so that she was now staring at the back of his head. "Sit up," she ordered as Elliot obeyed.

Once he was sitting straight in the chair, Olivia reached out and grabbed his shoulders, right next to his neck. Carefully applying and releasing pressure to her fingers, she began massaging his neck. She slowly moved outwards on either shoulder, not missing a spot as she worked the tension from his muscles.

"Wow," Elliot remarked softly, impressed by her skills as he felt himself relax under her touch. He closed his eyes and let himself completely soak in the tranquillity of the moment. "I didn't know you were so good at massages."

As Olivia's hands slid from his shoulders to work on his back, she leaned in closer, bringing her face a few inches from the side of his head. "There's a lot of little things you don't know about me Elliot Stabler," she whispered flirtatiously with a smile.

Her breath against his skin snapped Elliot's eyes open. He turned his head to the side so he was facing Olivia with his own big grin. "Oh yeah?" He challenged in the same tone as his eyes twinkled. "Like what?"

"Well…" Just as she was about to answer, the phone on Olivia's desk let out an obnoxiously shrill ring, slicing through the moment as both detectives turned towards the source of the noise.

"Damn phone," Elliot cursed under his breath as Olivia pulled away from him to go answer it.

"Relax El," she laughed, letting her hand linger against his skin until she was too far away for her arm to cut the distance. "Benson, SVU," she answered and flashed another teasing grin at Elliot, making his heart silently skip a beat. "Could you fax that date over?" She asked after a minute of listening to the other end. "Okay? Thanks." Olivia lowered the phone from her ear and placed it back against the receiver.

"Who was it?" He turned his chair in a semicircle as his vision followed Olivia over to the fax machine at the side of the room.

"Guys down at the tech lab." The machine suddenly sputtered to life, letting off a series of beeps as it starting feeding a sheet of paper through the printer. "They found a calendar on Karissa Perry's work laptop."

"Anything on the day she was attacked?" Elliot asked just the machine spit the final product into the tray. Picking it up, a satisfied look settled on Olivia's face.

"Yep." She crossed the room and handed the fax to Elliot. "Look's like she had a date."

"'Dinner with Billy – 8:00,'" Elliot read the only note under the day of Karissa's attack.

"Maybe Billy'll know something about that night," she suggested, taking the piece of paper back and searching the other dates for any relevant information.

"One problem," Elliot pointed out, looking up at Olivia.

"What?" She met his doubtful stare.

"How do you propose we find 'Billy'?"

"Look through her address book, call around," she shrugged indifferently.

--XXX--

"How many Billys did you say were in her address book?" Elliot asked for the second time, the incredulity still in his voice as he and Olivia followed the lab tech to the room where Karissa's computer was set up.

"Only seven Billys, but also three Bills, six Williams, and a few other variations of the name." The lab tech handed him a booklet size stack of papers.

"Meticulous," Olivia remarked, skimming through some of the ones on top that she'd grabbed from Elliot. "Phone numbers, addresses, fax numbers, cell phone numbers…"

"You want to start calling?" Elliot gave his partner a look of skepticism as he held the stack of papers up, pointing out the tedious task ahead of them.