I was talking to my friend online while writing this. And all of a sudden I yelled "SEX ON THE ROOFTOP!" Needless to say, she was quite surprised. Then I explained to her that I was writing, and that pretty much summed it up.

Anyway. Yes, that means that this chapter is a tad... affectionate maybe? But it's not detailed. As a matter of fact, it never even comes out and says that they have sex on the rooftop. But I thought you guys would be thrilled to see some EO action in this story.

Stay tuned and eventually you will find out exactly how Serena Benson ended up in the WPP. Could be the next chapter. Could be the one after that. You'll see.

Anyway. I'm off to bed now. So I can watch Titanic and make my dear Cilla happy.

Speaking of my dear Cilla... you all HAVE been reading our story, right? "The Greatest Gifts Come with a Price"? If not, you're missing out. We've got big stuff planned. Bigbigbig. Unfortunately, we're having issues with chapter three, due to insane editing and unreliable e-mail accounts. But we're working through it.

Disclaimer: I think we should form a group to take over NBC and Dick Wolf Productions and steal their characters.

Cragen was in his office doing his usual captain duties. Elliot was leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. He was beginning to feel lightheaded from all the reading he had been doing. John was resting his head on his elbow, tapping his pencil repeatedly against his desk. Fin was glaring at him, debating whether or not to kill him.

Suddenly the doors burst open, causing everyone in the room to jump. All heads turned to the door, only to find a very angry Olivia storm inside.

"Olivia! Uh... how'd it go?" Elliot asked, deciding to break the ice.

"Shut up, Elliot," Olivia said before she disappeared up the stairs.

"Whoa," John said. "Someone's not too happy."

"Obviously things did not go well," Fin added.

"I guess I should go after her," Elliot said.

"I don't know, El. I don't think that I'd want to be the one to comfort her after she'd just told me to shut up," John replied.

"Then you go."

"Oh no. I'm not going to get my head bitten off. You go, Fin."

"Hell no," Fin said. "I'm working on a project."

"What project?"

"The best way to kill you without getting arrested."

"Ha. Ha. Hilarious."

"Come on guys," Elliot cut in. "Why don't we all go up?"

John and Fin glanced at each other.

Elliot rolled his eyes. "Come on. Grow up already."

"At least if we all go up and she snaps we have each other," John pointed out as he stood.

The three detectives made their way to the staircase leading to the roof. When they got to the top, they found Olivia standing on the ledge of the building, staring down.

"OLIVIA, DON'T!" Elliot screamed, rushing to her.

Olivia jumped slightly and turned around, surprised to find Elliot running closer and closer to her. She was even more surprised when she felt his strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her down from the ledge, lifting her over his shoulder.

"Elliot! What the hell are you doing?" she exclaimed, trying to fight his grasp.

"Saving your life, it looks like," John stated.

"Saving my-" She stopped fighting. "From what?"

"Liv, we know you're upset about your mother and everything, but it's not worth giving up your life," Elliot said, still holding on to Olivia.

"Elliot! Put me the hell down!" Elliot let Olivia down, reluctantly, she noticed. "I wasn't going to kill myself, guys! Seriously. What the hell would make you think that?"

"It's just- the way you stormed into the station like that-"

"Damn it, I'm just angry! And this is not helping! Why can't you guys just leave me alone when I tell you to!"

"Actually, Liv," John said, "you only told Elliot to shut up, implying that he was the only one you told to leave him alone."

"Fine. Shut up, John. Shut up, Fin," Olivia snapped.

"Hey! I didn't do anything!" Fin objected.

"You came up with them, didn't you?"

"Guys, why don't you go back downstairs and finish your work? I'll stay here with Olivia," Elliot said.

"I don't want you here. I don't want any of you here," Olivia said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Elliot... why don't we all just go?" John asked.

"Because she's my friend," Elliot replied. "My closest friend. And I want to be here for her."

"Elliot," Olivia pleaded. "Listen to John. Please. Just leave me alone. Please."

"Go," Elliot said to John and Fin, who made their way to the stairs.

"Damn it, Elliot." Olivia walked back to the ledge.

"Olivia, please talk to me. Tell me what happened."

"I don't want to talk about it! What's it going to take to make you realize it!"

"I think you do want to talk about it and you're just being stubborn," Elliot smirked, crossing his arms.

"Yea. Like you wanted to talk to me about your divorce," Olivia snapped.

Elliot's face fell. Olivia realized that she'd hit a nerve.

"I'm sorry, Elliot. That was uncalled for," she said, reaching for his arm.

"Yes. It was. But I'll let it slide." Elliot shrugged his shoulder, forcing her hand away from him.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Only the typical New York sounds could be heard. Olivia and Elliot sat on the ledge at the same time.

Olivia bit her lip. "She wants to rebuild our relationship," she said, almost inaudibly.

"What?" Elliot turned to face her.

"My mother wants us to be close again. No. Let me rephrase that. My mother wants us to be close. Since we were never close before. She wants us to start over."

"So why don't you?"

"After what she did to me? First she was a complete bitch to me. Then she abuses me. To top it off, she got put in the WPP and never even told me about it."

"Maybe she had special instructions not to."

"But Alex told me she was leaving. And Jay. But not my mother. My own mother. You know, Elliot, I thought that mothers were supposed to love their children."

"Olivia. Your mother loved you very much."

"No. She didn't." Olivia suddenly realized she was crying, but she didn't care. "She hurt me, Elliot. She really hurt me. Emotionally and physically."

"If she didn't love you, then why did she want to see you? Why do you think she wants to rebuild your relationship?"

She took a deep breath. "You know what, Elliot?"

"What?"

"Every once in awhile I'll look back on my life. My past, the present, the way I came into this world, the fact that I never had a father and I had an abusive mother. Sometimes I wonder why she decided to bring me into this world. I wouldn't be here if that man hadn't raped her. Why would she want me? The constant reminder of the rape? Why didn't she just abort me?"

"She wanted to keep you, Olivia, so she could give you the opportunity to have a life and enjoy it."

"Yea, well. I never got to really enjoy my life until she died. And she wasn't even dead!" Olivia sunk her head into her hands and sobbed uncontrollably. "I can't handle this!"

Elliot placed a hand on Olivia's back. "It's okay, Liv. It's okay." He began to rub her back.

Something in the air changed. Olivia's sobs turned into small sniffles. She lifted her head and looked at Elliot. Elliot looked back at her. He was seeing something in her eyes- a mix of fear, lust, and vulnerability. Not a good combination.

Olivia suddenly found herself gazing at Elliot's lips. She slowly leaned forward, bringing her hands up around his neck, pulling him toward her.

Sparks began to fly as their lips made contact. Olivia was suddenly moving herself closer to him, crawling onto his lap. She was reaching for Elliot's shirt, un-tucking it and working on the buttons- beginning with the bottom one.

Elliot mirrored her actions, reaching for her shirt. Reality suddenly seemed to hit him as he pulled away.

"Olivia. What are we doing?" he asked.

"Please, El." She grabbed his collar and pulled him back to her. "Please. I need this. I need you."

"I can't," Elliot stood up and began walking to the door, working on getting his shirt buttoned again.

Olivia followed him. She stepped into his pathway, blocking the door.

"Liv, move," he said.

Olivia shook her head. "No."

"Move, damn it!"

Olivia once again wrapped her fingers around Elliot's collar with her right hand, pulling him close to her. She used her left hand to lock the door to the roof. "Elliot," she said quietly, pressing her lips to his ear. "I. Need. You."

And this time, when Olivia kissed him, he didn't pull away.