Biggest apologies ever. Senior year has kicked in. School, job, looking at colleges, craploads of music to learn for various choirs/solo performances going on. I get a three day weekend, and since I was able to stay up late tonight, I decided to write some to let you all know that I AM STILL ALIVE! And I'm really sorry. I feel bad for taking so long to updated.

So Dani... I think she's all right. Not because she has my name. She still has a lot to learn though. But- SQUEAL!- OLIVIA'S GOING TO BE ON IN TWO WEEKS! Apparently there are two more Dani episodes following the one that Olivia is in- THEN she returns to SVU. Something like that.


But yea. I'm hoping that things begin to settle and I'll be able to write more, but we'll see.

And FYI... this seems like the last chapter, but it's not. I have a MAJOR twist coming in. I just need to re-read the entire story and see how I can fit it in.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Today's payday, so maybe I'll take my money that I earned and buy them from Dick Wolf.

"Olivia? Is that you?" a tired-sounding voice called from the couch.

Olivia opened the door the rest of the way and slipped into her apartment. "Yes, Mom." She was not in the mood to talk.

"Are you okay?" Serena didn't sound so tired now, just worried.

"For the most part. I'll be fine, though."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm." Olivia nodded. "This is just a lot for me to handle, you know. And Elliot and I have been having slight issues lately."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk?"

"No. I really just want to sleep."

"Oh. All right. Good night."

"Night." Olivia wordlessly walked into her room, closing the door behind her. She pulled off her clothes and carelessly threw them to the floor. A pair of sweatpants and a tank top were folded neatly on her bed, and she quickly changed into them. She jumped onto her bed and sat cross-legged, cradling her head in her hands.

"This is ridiculous," she said to the air. "Just too much." Her cell phone rang, and she jumped at the sudden sound. She slipped from the bed to the floor and reached into her jeans pocket to pull it out. Flipping it open, she read the name- Elliot.

Fuck. Her thumb was on top of the answer button. She was about to press it, but something in her mind was stopping her. Did she really want to deal with Elliot right now? No. But what if it was about a case?

If it were about a case it would be Cragen, she mentally assured herself.

The ringing was beginning to give her a headache, so she closed the phone shut, cutting off the call. The phone was thrown onto the ground. Olivia remained seated on the floor.

Somehow she was not surprised when her house phone began ringing. She stood up and crept to the door, cracking it open. Her mother lay sound asleep on the couch. Well, now I know where I didn't get my gene for being a light sleeper. She remained at the door for the next four rings, listening for the answering machine.

"Hi, you've reached Olivia. I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

BEEEEP!

"Hey, Liv, it's me. You didn't answer your cell so I thought maybe I'd try the house." Pause. "Olivia, I know you're standing there listening to this, so please pick up. Please?" Pause. "Olivia, this is so childish. Please answer. I really need to talk to you." Pause. "All right, well, I just wanted to say that I'm sor-."

BEEEEP! The machine cut off.

Olivia chuckled to herself. Partly because of how well Elliot knew her, and partly because she just found it amusing that he got cut off.

"Leave it to me to find something that stupid really funny," she said to herself, walking back into the bedroom. She jumped back onto the bed, assuming her position cross-legged, this time falling onto her back. The ceiling, she noticed, was developing a random crack, probably from her upstairs neighbor, who was coming home with a different man every week. She wondered if the ceiling below her would ever develop a crack in it.

Get your mind out of the gutter, Liv.

Olivia let her mind wander- she thought about everything but the situation with Elliot and her mother's situation. At least, she tried to. Mostly she thought about Elliot. Anything that came into her mind managed to get back to Elliot. Chocolate- a great substitute for sex. Except maybe sex with Elliot. Lava lamps- she preferred green ones. Elliot had given her a small green lava lamp that sat on her nightstand. Book covers- Lizzie and Dickie had given Elliot a book cover with planets all over it that Elliot had stored in his desk. It was a simple, random gift, but he loved it just because it was from his children, and he loved them more than life itself.

Olivia sat up, realizing that her head was going to explode. Her legs unwound and she put her feet on the ground. Standing up, she gained her balance and crept to the door. She opened it and slipped out of her bedroom and into the living room. She looked at the silhouette of Serena, watching her stomach rise and fall as she breathed. Serena stirred and Olivia tentatively stepped backwards. When Serena stopped, Olivia stepped forward again. She placed a small kiss on her cheek. "I'll be back, Mom," she whispered.

Five steps were taken and she was at the front door. She quietly grabbed her keys from the counter and opened the door, slipping outside. It was getting to be early in the morning, so no one would notice the pajamas she was wearing. Her legs were in control; she trusted them to take her where she needed to be.

Fifteen minutes later, she found herself standing on the stoop to Elliot's apartment. She opened the door- it was an older building, there were no buzzers to alert the residents- and walked up the three flights of stairs. A door that screamed "F4" was in front of her. She slowly formed a fist and raised it to knock, but moved it back down to her side. How could she face him right now?

Her legs burned, screaming at her that they didn't bring her all this way for nothing. She knocked on the door reluctantly. Seconds later, the door opened.

"That was fast," Olivia observed, letting herself inside. "Elliot, I'm sorry that I didn't answer your calls. And I'm sorry I leaned on you too much. It was truly uncalled for. I shouldn't have used you. I-"

She was cut off by Elliot's lips placing a chaste kiss on her own. "No, Liv. It's my fault. I led you on the first time. And that was unfair of me."

"But I should have known better."

"You were going through an emotional breakdown. You can't think straight."

"I know, but-"

"Listen. Let's just get past it. No regrets, okay?"

"All right." Olivia wrapped her arms around Elliot and hugged him.

When he pulled away, Elliot looked her in the eye, not quite letting go of her hips. "Olivia, just to let you know. The other day. On the rooftop. What we did. Well... it didn't not mean anything to me."

Olivia's eyes widened slightly. She thought for a second. "Same here, Elliot. I needed comfort, so I turned to the person I lo-"

"The person you what?"

"Trust the most."

"Right. Come on, Liv." Elliot grabbed Olivia's hand. "Let's go sit on the couch."

"Okay." She let Elliot lead her to the couch, then sat next to him, resting her head against his shoulder. Elliot put his arm around her. "You know what, Elliot?"

"What?"

"I was so angry that my mom came back in the first place. But now. I'm kind of glad that she did."

Elliot places a kiss on her forehead, and the two eventually drifted off to sleep.