A/N: Once again, thank you all. I love getting up in the morning to find a whole bunch of new e-mails in my inbox.

This chapter was tough to write. I jotted down ideas for chapter 6, but I needed a way to link it all together. So that's why this one's pretty... sloppy?

I'm happy because it's SVU night and not CI night. I checked my cable provider today, and it said that it's CI night. So all day I was disappointed because I'd be missing SVU. Turns out they lied. I think I'll be calling someone about this...

Disclaimer: Not mine. Still playing around.

Olivia woke up hours later, finding herself in Elliot's arms on the couch. When did I fall asleep? She looked up at Elliot. His eyes were closed and his mouth was parted slightly. His chest rose and fell with each breath, causing her head to do the same.

Quietly, Olivia rose to her feet. She tiptoed into her room, grabbing her cell phone on the way. She dialed Casey's number.

"Olivia?" Casey answered, seeing the caller ID.

"Yea, it's me," Olivia replied. "Casey, I tried to tell him."

"So what stopped you?"

"He told me that Kathy asked him for a divorce."

Casey groaned slightly. "Oh boy."

"Yea. And now I feel horrible. He's nice enough to take care of me while I'm sick, I'm keeping a huge secret from him, and now he's getting a divorce."

"Well just help him through this. Then you can talk to him."

"You're right."

"Where is he now?"

"Sleeping on the couch. I woke up with his arms around me. I don't even remember falling asleep."

"Aww, how sweet."

Olivia felt her cheeks burn. "What? We were both tired. I guess we-"

"Olivia, can I ask you something?"

"Uh, sure."

"Do you have a little- crush on Elliot?"

Olivia paused. She'd never thought of that before. "Casey."

"Come on, Olivia. You can tell me."

Another paused. "I don't know," she answered honestly. "I never really thought of that."

"Olivia?" Elliot's voice called from outside the bedroom door. "You in there?"

Olivia covered the mouthpiece. "Yes. I'm, uh, changing my shirt."

"I'll let you go now," Casey said, hearing Olivia's muffled voice. "See ya." She hung up.

Olivia quickly changed her shirt and emerged from the bedroom. "We both fell asleep," she said unnecessarily.

"Yep. You're sick, I'm stressed. What a pair we make."

Olivia smiled and stared as Elliot walked back to the cough, straightening the cushions. Casey's question ran through her mind. She never had thought of Elliot as more hen a friend. Probably because as long as she'd known him, he'd been married.

"I'm not married anymore," Elliot said, as if reading her thoughts. He walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes. He leaned in and brought his lips to her neck, running his hands down her arms. "Liv." His voice was muffled. "Liv."

"Liv?" Olivia shook her head, breaking away from her fantasy.

"What?" she asked.

"I asked if you would be okay for a few minutes while I ran to my house to get some things." Elliot look concerned. "But you seem really out of it."

"Oh, I'm fine." Olivia scratched the back of her neck. "Just zoned out, I guess."

"Okay... sure you're all right?"

"Positive." Olivia smiled. "Go."

Elliot left hesitantly. The second the door shut, Olivia's stomach flipped yet again. She leaned against the wall, sliding to the floor.

Man, I'm really sick, she thought. She froze for a moment, another thought flowing through her mind.

Or else I'm really head over heels for my partner.