Please don't hurt me. I know my excuse is always work, but it's the truth once again. Plus school started. And I know that some of you know the stress of the first few days of senior year. Work + school in the same day no time for ANYTHING. I even blew off my homework last night because of it. But that was okay because it was four math problems that I ended up doing in second period.

But here's an update for you all. Once again, not the best work, but it's something just for you. Besides, I miss getting up at 6AM in the morning and getting 486789045 e-mails.

Disclaimer: Not mine. But they will be someday.

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Olivia had lately been spending much of her time on the roof of the precinct. It was beginning to feel like her home away from home. She closed her eyes as the soft night breeze blew. She just needed some space. And fresh air.

Olivia jerked her head when she heard the doorknob jiggling. The door opened and Elliot walked through. He saw Olivia looking at him and walked over to her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Me?" Olivia replied. "What are you doing here? When I walked through the building no one was around."

"I was worried about you. I went to your apartment to check on you, but you weren't there. So I figured maybe you'd come here. And here you are."

"Oh." Her arms crossed around her middle. "I was just thinking."

"About?"

"Stuff. My mother. The case from the other day." She paused. "Us."

Elliot scratched his head. "Yea. I was actually thinking about the same things." He stood quiet for a moment, trying to decide which topic to ask about first. "Did you talk to her?"

Olivia nodded. "Yes. She came by my apartment awhile after I got home."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. She told me about the WPP."

"Did she?"

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"Olivia, let me just start by saying that the reason I was put in the WPP- I'm not angry with you or any of your coworkers about it," Serena began.

Olivia's face became confused. "Okay... but what do we have to do with it?"

"My understanding is that your squad had everything to do with that man."

"What man?"

"Woody Samson."

Olivia's eyes widened.

"Remember the case of Woody Samson? And how he shot those eight people, raped those three women, and was never caught?" Don asked.

"Yea. Why, did they get him?" Elliot asked.

Don held up a newspaper. "Found his body just last night. He fell into Passday Lake and drowned."

Olivia opened her mouth to say something, but Serena stopped her. "No, Olivia. Just let me explain." Olivia closed her mouth.

"I was at the scene of one of the murders. It was late one night and I was on my way home from work. Samson pulled a gun out and shot and killed a woman. Then he pointed the gun at me. The police arrived just in time. If they hadn't, I probably wouldn't be here now."

"So the police did catch him?"

"No. They tried. They had his arms behind his back, ready to cuff him. He looked straight at me and said 'You'll be sorry, bitch.' He then kicked the police who had ahold of him and ran out of there."

Olivia was speechless. "They told me you had an accident." She felt tears forming behind her eyes. "That you'd been drunk."

"The first part was right."

"Mom. I need to be alone for awhile. Do you mind?"

"Oh. No. Take all the time you need sweethea- Olivia." Serena patted Olivia on the back and walked out the door.

Olivia jumped up and opened the door after her mother. "Mom!"

Serena spun around, surprised to find Olivia running toward her. "I'm sorry," Olivia said.

Serena smiled. "I know. I am, too." She turned around and walked down the stairs.

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"So I'm here now," Olivia told Elliot. "Getting time to myself." She looked at Elliot, trying to send him a message to leave. "Myself."

"Wow, Liv," Elliot replied.

"Please don't say anything."

"This must be tough."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "You always have to get the last word in?"

"Olivia, what's going on between us?"

Olivia stared at him. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Nothing. It's just that earlier today you told me how much you needed me, and now you're just brushing me off."

"I'm not in the mood for this right now."

"You know what?"

"What?"

"You're a stubborn little witch sometimes."

"I know." Olivia turned, her back now facing Elliot.

Elliot's mouth opened slightly. He walked closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her eyes to close. He felt her shiver at his touch. "Liv? Are you okay?"

Olivia nodded. She froze. She knew that Elliot knew her too well and would know that she was lying. "No," she whispered. She turned and faced him. "No, I'm not."

Elliot noticed the lack of space between their heads. "What's the matter?" His voice was barely audible.

The distance closed even more. "Everything." Her hands were on his shoulders, messing with his shirt. "El, make me forget, please."

Elliot moved to her, his lips gently grazing over hers. He stopped. This couldn't be the answer to every problem. He pulled away. "No, Liv. Not this time. I have to go now."

And he left Olivia alone on the rooftop.