Passion

Part V

Rated R

Author's note: At the request of a reader I have decided to continue this fic. She gave me an idea where I was previously blocked by writer's block. WOO! So anyway I'm going to write another chapter. Thanks for reading Krissy!

Reminder: Elliot is in Olivia's body, and Olivia is in Elliot's body…LoL sometimes I just have to remind myself guys.

Elliot sat on Olivia's couch with his legs pulled up to his chest and a bottle of vodka clutched in one hand. He couldn't even remember the last time he felt this angry, well this angry at Olivia, he had been more angry then this at work that was for sure. Another tear spilled down his cheek and he wiped it away angrily. He almost never cried when he was in his body but now that he was in her it felt like it came more naturally. He took another gulp of vodka and then stood up. He was a little buzzed but far from drunk, and this was causing him to think about going to Monica and kicking her ass. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it.

After another drink, he set the bottle down on the coffee table and headed into Olivia's bedroom. He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweat pants and since he had made up his mind to go see Monica he wanted to wear something nicer. He didn't want to look like he just had a few drinks and was coming there spontaneously. He went to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black blouse. He pulled off the sweatshirt so he was in a tight white t-shirt and white bra, and pulled on the black blouse. He slid off the pants and tossed them onto the bed. He pulled the jeans on and then rustled through Olivia's shoes and picked out some black tennis shoes.

He went through some drawers until he found a pair of white socks. He pulled those on and then slipped on the shoes. He was amazed at the fact that he didn't stop to look or touch his new body. He was angry and he wanted to get to Monica as fast as possible. He walked out of the bedroom and towards the door, Olivia had left her car keys on the counter. He grabbed those and headed out of the apartment, he had a few choice words to say to Monica.

When he got to Monica's house he banged on the door, it was only 9:00 at night so he figured that if she actually was home then she would be awake. He waited another moment and then banged on the door harder then he did before. After another moment the door opened and Monica was standing there in a short black negligee holding a half empty martini glass. She smiled at him and took a step back, motioning that she wanted him to come in. He knew that if he would have been in his own body he wouldn't have been able to take his eyes off of her, but since he was a woman it didn't matter, and since he was already mad he saw her as a cheap slut.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" He snapped at her as soon as she closed the door. She arched and eyebrow and took a sip of her drink.

"Whatever do you mean?" She replied innocently, "Olivia is an adult we didn't do anything wrong." She turned and started to walk into a lounge which was off to her right. Elliot watched and then followed her in there. It was a white room with two white couches, a fireplace, and a glass coffee table. Off to the left there was a small bar. Monica went behind it and took a martini glass off of the shelf and poured another one out of the silver shaker that was on the counter. She added two olives on a silver toothpick, plopped it in and picked up the glass. She walked over to Elliot and held it out to him, he didn't think he should be drinking any more but at this point he didn't care. He took a drink, it was a good martini, made with expensive alcohol.

"You know very well that we have switched bodies, how the hell did you think I'D feel, I don't want to have sex with you!" He yelled and then took another drink. Monica smiled and took a seat on one of the couches.

"You didn't have sex with me, she did." Monica replied calmly and then finished her drink and set it down on the coffee table. Elliot went and sat down on the couch across from her and set his glass down. She was acting really smug and that was beginning to piss him off more, "If it makes you feel any better I'll sleep with you in her body."

"What's WRONG with you?"

"Nothing," She replied and then sat back on the couch, "Maybe we can even the score a bit."

"If I wasn't so worried about breaking the law I'd be kicking your ass right now." Elliot said and then glared at her. She laughed and picked up her glass, she got up and walked back over to the bar and poured out another martini. She took a sip and then stirred it slightly with her olives on the toothpick. Elliot was fuming, if she wasn't so full of herself, or such a lush, maybe this would be getting through to her. She walked back over to the couch and sat back down.

"I'm a black belt so I'm sure I could take you." She smiled at him and then crossed her legs. Elliot stood up and threw his half empty martini glass at the wall. It hit and shattered on contact, spilling glass and vodka everywhere. Monica looked surprised but she didn't look scared. "I'm sure you'll reimburse me for that glass right?"

"Fuck you!" Elliot yelled and then stormed out of the house and back to Olivia's car. He shakily pulled out the car keys and unlocked it and got in slamming the door behind him. He jammed the key into the ignition and started the car. He was mad and slightly drunk but it didn't even occur to him, at this point, that he couldn't or shouldn't drive. He started to drive, he didn't know where he was going or what he was trying to accomplish but talking to Monica was getting him no where. He didn't have a justifiable reason for kicking her ass and he certainly couldn't arrest her for anything. She was right, she didn't do anything wrong, legally. Morally and ethically she did do something bad but you couldn't charge someone for that. He pulled up to a busy intersection, the light was yellow but he decided to go anyway. Seconds later a pickup truck came barreling through the intersection and hit the drivers side of the car. Then everything went black.

Olivia walked in the door to Elliot's house a quarter after nine. She too had been driving around not wanting to go home, but not wanting to go anywhere else. She set the keys on the counter and looked into the fridge. She pulled out an unopened bottle of red wine and started to go through the drawers looking for a corkscrew. She didn't want to get drunk but she did feel like a glass of wine would calm her down a little bit. She took out a wine glass and opened the bottle and poured in a little bit and took a small sip. She drew a breath in through her nose and let it out through her mouth. She walked over to the couch and sat down and reached for the remote when the phone started to ring. She sighed again and reached for the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?" She said and almost winced at the sound of her own voice, she didn't want to be Elliot any more, she wanted this all to go away and pretend like it never happened.

"Mr. Stabler?"

"N-yes?"

"This is Dr. McKay calling from Mercy General, Olivia Benson was involved in a pretty bad car accident and she was able to give this number and name before losing consciousness." The woman's voice said on the other end of the phone. Olivia got startled and nearly dropped it, she took in a sharp breath and gripped the phone tighter. "She's in critical condition at the moment but is stable."

"I'll be there as soon as possible." Olivia replied, she then thanked the doctor and hung up the phone. She got up and grabbed the keys from the counter and headed out for the hospital.

When she got there she walked in and to the front desk. She was sure she looked like hell cause she had actually managed to cry a bit in the car. At first she was mad that Elliot would go out and do something stupid but she didn't know the circumstances of the crash so then she started to worry. They said that he was in critical condition but stable. She didn't know what she would do if she got there and he had somehow lost his memory. How could she even begin to explain to him that he was in the wrong body?

"Hi I'm looking for a Dr. McKay."

"Right here." A voice said from behind her and she turned around, an absolutely beautiful blond woman with big blue eyes was standing there, "Are you here about Olivia Benson?" She gathered her hair up behind her head and put it up with a clip. Olivia nodded slightly, she was taken by the woman's beauty for a moment but then her brain automatically went back to Elliot.

"Yeah you called me…what happened exactly?" Olivia asked and Dr. McKay turned and started to walk after motioning for Olivia to follow. She was still wondering why Elliot would give her as the first name for someone to call but it didn't matter she was there and she would be there all night if she had to be. Dr. McKay looked back at her and smiled sympathetically.

"She was driving through an intersection not to far from here and a pickup truck plowed into her. The driver was drunk and as bad as the wreck was he walked away from it. Olivia on the other hand came away with a broken arm, a fractured cheekbone, a broken nose, and a pretty severe concussion. She had been drinking but was just under the legal limit." Dr. McKay explained and then rounded the corner where the entered the I.C.U. "We have her in the I.C.U because we need to monitor her head injury, just incase there is brain swelling." She opened the door to the private room and walked in with Olivia close behind. She saw herself laying there, hooked up to almost every machine possible, at least she, he, was breathing on his own. Dr. McKay picked up the charts that were sitting next to the bed and looked them over before setting them back down.

"Will she be okay?"

"We're still waiting for her to wake up, if she's going to it should be any minute. I'll give you a moment alone." She offered another smile and then left the room. Olivia sat down and pulled the chair closer to the bed. She took her own hand in her new hand and held it tightly. She put he head down and kissed it gently. For the moment it didn't seem weird to her that she was kissing herself. Right now it seemed that all she cared about was him waking up and being alive. It didn't matter that he was in her body she loved him.

"Elliot," She whispered into his ear, "I'm so sorry….I don't know what I was thinking….the perfect person for me was in front of me all the time. I love you so much, please be okay." She felt a tear run down her face and she wiped it away quickly.

"Say it again." She heard her voice and she looked at him, his eyes were still closed but a smile had crossed his face. Her eyes went wide and she wondered if she had just heard what she thought she heard.

"I'm sorry Elliot I-"

"No, the thing about loving me." He opened his eyes slowly, and she looked at him. Their gaze met and slowly she moved in and kissed him on the lips. Even though he was hurting more then anything in the world he kissed back and brought his hand up and placed it on her cheek. She pulled away from him and smiled slightly. "You know, I don't care if we ever switch back, as long as I'm with you." He lazily reached his hand down and put it on top of hers. He squeezed it gently and she laughed just slightly.

"I think that's something we can both agree on. Now get some rest, I'm not going to leave you." She reassured him. She didn't even think about how much it would suck to be in her body when they did switch back, she didn't care. For the moment she was happy, and he was happy, and that's all she needed.

End Part V