*Olivia's POV*

As soon as I walk out of the front door of the house and fresh air hits my face, I feel Elliot's hand on my shoulder and I turn to face him.

"Liv," he whispers as he sees the tears running down my face.

"No, don't," I tell him as he tried to pull me closer.

"Why?" his voice raises and his face reddens with his frustration.

"You can't fix this, you can't just pull me in your arms and kiss me and make it all better now and then be gone tomorrow or when we solve this case. I can't deal with that, it killed me the first time you left and nothing had even happened between us then. I'm getting in too deep, we just need to strictly work this case and thats it," I tell him, trying to keep my voice stern and trying to keep the tears from escaping my eyes.

"Why do you think I'd hurt you? Or leave?" he shouts, his fists balling at his waist.

"You left once! Nothing is keeping you here with me!" I scream back.

"You just don't want me! But you're trying to pin it on me!" Elliot yells back in my face.

"Elliot that is not true! I have wanted you for years, but you left! So now this can not happen," I say, hoping he didn't notice how my voice cracked. Neither of us noticed Ed standing on the grass of the front lawn.

"Fine, push me away again," he says, his voice is cold and full of hurt as he turns and walks away from me, his fists balling at his sides as he looks at Ed and realized what just happened. I hear him mummer "fuck" as he rounds the corner.

I hated doing that, telling him I didn't want him, in reality he was all I wanted and since he's been back I'm afraid I don't know if I can live without him. If he leaves this time, it could ruin me. I can't let that happen.

Ed locks eyes with me and its as if he can hear what I've been thinking, he walks up to me and kisses my cheek.

"Liv, chase him. I'm not holding you back, I know you love him," Ed whispers in my ear and I wrap him in a hug. He hugs me back and then pulls away with a smile.

I didn't even realize my feet had started moving, but before I knew it I had caught up to Elliot, grabbed his arm and spun him around, crashing my lips into his. Just letting them meet for a second and pulling away.

"Elliot, I'm sorry. I am so scared," I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Liv, I won't hurt you," he whispers, "I need you."

"What if you leave again?" I ask.

"Olivia," Elliot begins.

"You know, it's late, what do you say we go for some drinks?" I ask.

"Lead the way, my lady," he smiles that smile that makes me go weak in the knees and dampens my panties.

We stop by the precinct on our way to the bar to see if Rollins, Huang and Fin would like to join us. We've all been working for so long on this case without a break, just catching a few hours of sleep in the cribs and we all need to relax. A few beers and a good nights sleep in our own beds could be a great release and give us some fresh eyes on the case in the morning since were out of leads tonight. They all agree a drink sounds amazing after these stressful few days and we walk out of the precinct and to our favorite bar a few blocks over.

Elliot opens the door and I walk in, feeling his eyes on my ass once again. No matter how many times this happens, it never fails to make me smile.

"Stop staring at her ass, man," Fin says as he hits El in the arm.

"Its only gotten better with time," Elliot says back, laughing as I pretend not to hear them.

I walk up to the bar and order 10 shots of tequila, two for each of us.

"Shots are on me tonight," I say as I put some salt on my hand, lick it, take my shot and bite the lime. Elliot's eyes are fixated on me and it turns me on. I decide to not think about it, I need to clear my mind. I grab my second shot and down it just as fast as the first one. The rest of them grab their first shots and take them, Amanda gagged and we all begin laughing.

Elliot ordered a beer and I ordered two more shots for me. The alcohol hit me fast and Amanda was right behind me.

The guys watched us as we danced to some Beyonce song playing over the speakers. Elliot's gaze kept catching mine and it made me hot. The look of need in his eyes make me lustful for him and I felt the tension building between us.

"So, you gonna take him home?" Amanda asks, close to my ear.

"No, nothing good would come of that," I tell her, taking a drink of her beer.

"He loves you, you love him. Thats clear as glass. But have you guys ever had sex?" she whispers so they don't hear us talking.

"No, we never did anything before today. And, that was only a steamy make out session." I admit.

"You need to do this, you need him. If you wake up in the morning and decide it wasn't everything you hoped for, blame it on the alcohol and leave it at that," Amanda says and I have to admit she has a point.

She walks up to the bar and orders five more shots. She walks with them to us and we sit down at a table and we take them like pros. All this alcohol is going to be one hell of a hangover tomorrow and I'm already dreading it. But tonight its a good time and I like the feeling I have when I drink tequila. Its one of my favorite drunks, crazy, fearless and a little horny.

Amanda announces that we all have to dance because this is her favorite song. We all stand up and I slightly lose my balance, Elliot grabs me to steady me back on my feet.

"Maybe you should slow down on the shots a little bit," he says with a sexy grin on his face.

"Maybe you should slow down on the drinks" I say, hoping my words weren't sluring too badly, stepping closer to him, letting my body gently graze his as I walk to the dance floor to accompany Amanda, George and Fin.

I find them and begin dancing to the song playing, some French Montana song. Elliot's hands find their way to my hips as I press my ass into him and his breath is hot on my neck. We continue dancing as French Montana sings about how he's all the way up.

"I'm taking you home tonight, and I am going to make love to you like I should have the day I met you," he whispers and his words travel through my body right to between my legs. I close my eyes and bite my lip thinking about whats to come.

My mind is foggy from the alcohol and my vision is blurred but I know exactly what I want, and I've wanted it for almost twenty years. I needed to have Elliot, and it was now or never. I turned around to face him and wrapped my hands around his neck, already feeling how aroused he was.

"Lets get out of here," I tell him and he grabs my hand, walking me out of the bar as I wave goodbye to my friends who are all smiling and highfiving each other.