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"What did I miss?" Fin asked, walking back into Olivia's office with his and Amanda's lunches. He sat down beside her in the chairs they pulled over before looking inside the interrogation room. "They're holding hands?"

"Sounds like they did a whole lot more last night." Amanda huffed out, grabbing her sub from Fin's hand before setting her drink on the floor by her feet. "They just finished talking about Dana Lewis. I didn't know Elliot knew her. The way it sounded, she was friends with Olivia from her time helping the FBI."

"Oh, they knew each other. Couldn't stand each other. Dana ended up shooting him in the shoulder." Fin explained, hoping to fill in whatever gaps his colleagues inside the interrogation room had left behind. "Elliot didn't like her from the start because she was kind of the one who took Olivia away to Oregon. Well, that was her and Dean Porter, but Elliot doesn't really have a bottom to his 'let's blame everyone' barrel when it comes to people coming between him and Liv. He and I used to get into some pretty brutal arguments over cases and Olivia." He unwrapped his sub before freezing, turning his gaze back to Amanda. "Wait, are you telling me they slept together?"

Amanda adjusted the volume on the intercom. "That's what it sounds like. The reason Elliot showed up is because Olivia snuck out like it was just a one night stand." She bit into her sandwich, catching Fin's still shocked expression. "What? This can't shock you. With their history, their chemistry. You had to know something was going to happen."

"I figured I'd die before it did." Fin stated before looking back inside.

"I guess when given the right circumstances we're all capable of murder." Olivia breathed, feeling more than seeing Elliot sit on the table beside her. "Others don't need as many stressors, but we could all snap."

Elliot shook his head, a little concerned with how out of it Olivia seemed to be. "We're all capable of violence, yes, but Liv we're not her. You're not her. You knew Dana. She was quicker to snap than either of us. She was a good agent, but she had some major flaws. Maybe that's why your partner was able to figure out her secret. We were blinded by her devotion to the job. We never thought she would do something criminal."

Olivia exhaled, turning her head to meet his eyes. "But, I know that rage. The hot anger, the passion, to want to kill someone. To want to hurt someone so badly that you forget about everything you've done, everything you want to do. It's so toxic. It's all you can think about, and I couldn't stop it."

"What are you talking about?" Elliot breathed. His whole body seemed to shift when she reached towards her neck, her palm rest over the scars on her chest he'd seen the night before. Because of the night's events, he'd pushed the thoughts of what happened out of his head, but now his mind ran wild with who put them there. He reached for her other hand, trying not to think about the tremor he felt. "Liv, who put those scars there? Who made you that angry?"

"It doesn't matter. He's dead anyway." Olivia whispered.

Elliot's eyes widened. "It matters to me. And, does anyone know? Should I be getting you an attorney?"

Olivia shook her head, turning and cupping his face when she saw the sheer panic wash over his face. "As much as I wish I could've, I didn't kill him. I swear, El."

"Okay." Elliot replied. He trusted her. Completely. If she said she didn't do something, he knew it was true. They never lied to each other. He cupped her elbows in his hands, needing the contact at this point. "Who was he?"

"A guy named William Lewis." Olivia stated. "I'll tell you about him, but can you ask me later? I promise. I'll tell you everything as horrible as it may be, but I just don't want to do it right now." When he nodded, Olivia gave him a small smile. "Thank you." She dropped her hands from his face, feeling his fall away from her, but laid her head on his shoulder instead, humming softly when he kissed where her hair met her forehead. "Who knew this would be exhausting?"

Elliot smiled into her hair. "I'd suggest a nap, but I doubt this table will help my apparently creaky body."

Olivia chuckled, taking his hand back into hers. "That reminds me. We need to get you furniture for your new place. If it doesn't come before you move in, you could stay at my place since we won't be far from each other."

"Makes me not want to go furniture shopping." Elliot murmured, grinning when she elbowed his side. With her proximity, he could smell the shampoo she'd probably rushed to get into her hair that morning and wondered if she smelled like him up until she stepped under the water. "You should probably go with me though. You can pick out the nightstands."

"This, us, it's inevitable, isn't it?" Olivia asked the question, but it was more a statement. Elliot couldn't pin any one feeling attached to it, but it felt like she was almost accepting it herself. She'd been fighting the conclusion longer, his departure not allowing her to really give the idea merit, but her feelings from ten years ago seemed to dig themselves out of whatever hole she put them in the second she met his eyes in the light of the ambulance cherry. "How did we get here, Elliot? Pining after each other despite marriage, kids, boyfriends, cases that nearly tore us apart as partners and as people. . .how could we let this happen?"

Elliot wrapped his arm around her waist, letting his hand fall to her hip. "I don't know if 'let' is the right word. We both held it in, tried to fight it off and avoid it like the plague. We never let anything happen."

"If you say it was fate, I may just barf on you for being cheesy." Olivia interrupted.

Elliot laughed, shaking his head. "I don't think fate either. We make millions of decisions in a day of our own free will. I don't think fate fits a category for us." He looked out the window, ignoring the cage screen obstructing the view. "Inevitable is a good word, but I think it's meaning is similar to fate. Honestly, I don't know what to call us. I think just natural chemistry and complimenting minds did us in. We were good as partners for those reasons. There's just something undeniable."

Olivia huffed out a breath, slipping off the table and shoving her hands in her pocket. "It sounds like you're avoiding the word fate or destiny."

"Or the universe just decided we should be together." Elliot added, catching the smirk on her face as he made his own. "There's only one person I've chosen over the job, Liv, and that's you. I don't think that's just something to chalk up to partnership."

"No, it's not." Olivia agreed, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. "After you left, I started dating this lawyer. It didn't last long. It was hardly a relationship at that point. But, he called it quits because he picked the job over me. Then a few years back, I was in a serious relationship where the guy wanted us to retire together, explore the world, just get away from the evils of the job." She bit her lip, meeting Elliot's eyes. "I chose the job over him, and he knew I wasn't truly happy with him. I've only thrown the book to the wall for you."

Elliot nodded, bracing himself against the table with his hands as he sat on the edge of it. "We're good compartmentalizing our life, you and I. Comes with the job. We have a tough case; we track down the perp and try to do our job. We have problems at home; they aren't going anywhere. My personal life hardly ever leaked into my professional life unless I brought it up or it involved my family." He shook his head. "When it came to you, you were everywhere. I couldn't just pack you up and store you away until the next time I saw you. Even when you left for Oregon or I left SVU, it was almost like you had some power over me." He sighed, his eyes moving down to the floor just acknowledging the reality. "I shouldn't be able to control or really be able to ignore my feelings with the person I'm supposed to be with. I loved Kathy, and I stayed with her. But, I remember staying at the precinct because some days it was easier than going home. I know every married person feels that way now and again, but I could wait to hash out our problems until I was done with a case or until I got home. With you, I try so hard and rush to you even if you just want to talk." He heard her shoes scuffing the floor as she got closer, the toes of them entering his field of vision before he looked up to find her right in front of him. "I can't wait with you, because the fights are so much deeper with you. I called out at work today to figure this out, because I couldn't wait until after work or until I could see you again. I need us to be okay."

Olivia stopped him from talking further. Cupping his face in her hands, she captured his lips with hers. She felt his hands come to her waist, pulling her between his legs until her thighs hit the table's ledge. She'd only meant to give him a slow kiss to shut up his rant and tell him they were okay, but the feel of his hands on her body with his mouth on hers quickly made her decision easy to ditch her original plan. Both of their desires were quickly squashed though when they heard something scrape against the wall beneath the mirror to her office.

Amanda's eyes widened when both Elliot and Olivia's heads jerked in their direction, looking below the edge of the mirror. That's when she noticed Fin was lowering his other foot from the wall, his shoe scraping the concrete. "Fin! Take your foot away from the wall. They can hear you."

"Oh, shit." Fin muttered, watching the two inside as they moved towards the mirror together. Even knowing that Elliot and Olivia couldn't see them, it felt like they knew exactly who was on the other side and where they were just by the way their eyes locked onto he and Amanda's position. "Maybe they won't come out. They aren't done yet. Sure, they were just about to make out, but that doesn't solve everything, right?"

"I don't think they're coming out." Amanda half guessed herself, watching with Fin as the two stared directly at them through the mirror. "The mirror side is still on, right? You didn't accidentally turn the other knob?"

Fin shook his head quickly, sighing in relief when the two turned to each other with almost precision timing. The look they gave was one he'd seen them share many times. "They know we're out here, but they aren't going to stop. They'll probably be a little more careful about what they say now."

Amanda frowned, glancing over at him. "Wouldn't that defeat the purpose? They're in there to talk openly and freely without holding back. Whatever they've avoided their entire friendship together is what they're dissecting now. We already know they slept together. What more could we possibly learn that we haven't already assumed? What could you find out that you didn't already know about them?"

"You know Liv. She's pretty private. She's opened up the past few years, but she's a very guarded person. So is Elliot." Fin retorted, gesturing between his two friends just a couple feet in front of them. They would've been invading personal space if the wall wasn't between them. "Why do you think it's taken them so long to reach this point?"

Amanda smiled. "He was married, Fin. I haven't known Stabler long, but I do know he would never cheat on his wife, and Olivia wouldn't destroy a family."

Fin rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'll give you that. He may be a hardass, but no one could ever accuse him of being a bad catholic." He glanced at the clock on the wall before seeing Elliot and Olivia go back to the table. "Should we order them lunch or something? If they start getting hungry, it will be harder for them to remain civil when they get to the heavy topics."

"I guess." Amanda sighed, pulling out her cell phone. "How are we going to get it in there for them though if they won't open the door?"

Fin grinned. "Oh, I know how to get them to open the door."

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