This is just a little future one-shot that takes place whenever Richard Wheatley is done with.

Olivia Benson wasn't sure how she found herself in bed with Elliott Stabler. This wasn't sexual. This was like a sleepover when she was 14. She, of course, couldn't deny the heat she felt between them, the electric sparks when his leg rubbed up against hers. It had been a long time coming to get to this point.

Olivia and Elliott had slowly started becoming friends. With Richard gone for good, it seemed like Elliott Stabler was finally mourning his wife. Even though Elliott knew Kathy was dead, it was like it was final when Richard finally went down. He had come begging for forgiveness to Olivia's apartment that night. Noah was home and confused to see the crying man on their doorstep. Instead of pushing Noah away, Olivia explained that everything had finally caught up with Elliott and he just needed a friend. Noah seemed to understand and went quietly into his room to allow Olivia and Elliott to talk. That was three months ago. They start seeing each other more, starting their friendship over, and they had a lot of talks of the past ten years.

Elliott hung onto Olivia's every word as bit, by bit, she told him of the past 10 years, both good and bad. He laughed with her as she told some stories about Munch and Fin after he left. Elliott cried as he heard about Lewis. He was overjoyed with the story of Noah, and how Olivia became his mother despite all the hiccups along the way. Elliott had finally explained everything. He had explained the no contact, the reason why they came back, and the reason why he just couldn't find it in his heart to believe Kathy was gone.

Tonight started innocently enough. He came over Thursday night. It had been a thing for about 2 months now; every Thursday Elliott was at her house, or she was at his. Sometimes with the kids, some times without. His mother always seemed to butt in while they were at his place, but they both knew she was coming from a good place. Elliott admitted to Olivia he felt 16 again and that he had been caught with a girl in his room or something. They never crossed that line. Apparently, it wasn't written in the sand as both had thought. It seemed to be stone. Olivia didn't want to push Elliott. He had lost his wife barely a year ago. Elliott didn't push Olivia for a whole lot of reasons, but the top one, he didn't think Olivia would ever see him anything more than friends.

Noah was spending the night with a friend, and Elliott took the offer to come to her place. Usually, they do a little shop talk, find something on TV and eat take out. Today Olivia was flipping through channels, and it was old music videos. She recognized the song and started singing, and Elliott joined in. They had delved into their favorite bands growing up. Although they had a similar conversation many years ago, this was different. It was in-depth, almost clinical, of what made a band good. A Michael Jackson song came on, and they started talking about his music, reminding Olivia she had a CD in her bedroom. Elliott followed her in, and neither thought anything about it. She reached up into her closet and had an old-school pleather bound case of CDs that made Elliott laugh. She swatted him and put the CD in the player sitting on one of her nightstands.

The Thriller album starts, and they smile at each other talking about that time in their lives. Olivia was sitting on the bed Elliott as well, but at some point, Olivia fell back, her feet still on the floor. She moves up, laying in her bed and patting the spot beside it as she laughs about an argument she had with a friend in her early teen years. Elliott raises an eyebrow, but he's not sure if Olivia saw it because she is closing her eyes as if she is trying to picture every detail she is giving him.

Elliott lays beside her but dares not to touch her. He is glad he had worn comfortable sweats and a t-shirt now because a bed in jeans was nowhere to be. They were on top of the covers, and Olivia turns over to see the look on his face about the story she just told; he laughs and then quickly remembers a childhood story similar just trying to keep the conversation going because if not, he feels it will get real awkward fast. Somehow though, when in wanes naturally, he feels there is nowhere on Earth he'd rather be.

Human Nature comes on, and Olivia starts to hum it.

"This is my favorite El. I know weird but, I've always connected it to this city, to me," Olivia claimed.

"Not weird at all," Elliott claims as he listens to words.

Olivia moves closer to Elliott at that point, her leg touching his, the electricity busting between them, but both ignore it, not wanting the night to end, not wanting to admit that this was crossing the invisible that should no longer exist.

Olivia happens to look down over Elliott and notices the slight bulge in his pants. He seems, watches her stare, and knows he's been caught.

"Sorry, Liv." He said, trying to get up, but she had snaked her leg around his.

"Listen, El, I know we've had it rough since you've come back. I want to try to move forward. You're not scaring me off that easily. I'm not saying I am ready for anything more, but I want you to know I am open to the idea.

Elliott's heart was fluttering, his breath caught, and he could only smile and nod his head because Olivia Benson made him speechless.

The End.