AN: Sorry, these chapters are a little shorter, but I wanted to keep the story moving along. We're closing the case soon, and of course, were moving closer to the epic love-making scene you're all waiting for. I'll have to hope I can live up to your expectations on that! Thanks for reading.

EOEOEOEOEO

Cragen got to the hospital about 7AM, with Tucker in tow. Tucker had been insistent on talking to both Elliot and Olivia, but there was no way he was going to let Tucker get to them without his being there. He told Tucker to stay put in the waiting room until he could make sure Olivia was awake and ready for company. For what was sure to be another interrogation.

He would like to tell Tucker to go screw himself, but he knew that Tucker wouldn't relent until he had questioned them both. Olivia about her second altercation with Logan, and Elliot about the new claims Logan was making about police brutality. It really pissed him off that Tucker had such a hard-on for the two best detectives in the unit, and he had told him so on the way over. It felt like Tucker was holding back…and he didn't divulge why he was convinced they were some kind of rogue cops.

Cragen pushed open the door to Olivia's room and poked his head inside. He stopped abruptly when he saw Elliot sprawled out in Olivia's bed, with Olivia curled up next him, her body half on top of his. Elliot had one arm wrapped around her, holding her close, and his right hand was resting on her hip. They both appeared to be sleeping soundly, and Cragen ducked back out of the room, shaking his head.

He had always known there was some kind of unspoken bond between these two…something that went beyond partnership…beyond friendship. He knew their relationship had changed over the years, and that they were close…perhaps too close. But he never really thought they had taken things any farther. He thought he would have known…would have noticed a shift in their behavior. Maybe he had been blind, accepting the small changes because they happened so gradually. Or maybe he hadn't wanted to see it, so he didn't have to do anything about it.

Now, he couldn't ignore it.

He was just glad Tucker hadn't seen them.

"What's taking so long?" Tucker asked, startling Cragen.

Cragen realized Tucker had snuck up behind him, and he was glad he had closed the door to Olivia's room. "She's still sleeping." Cragen said, turning away from the room and hoping Tucker would follow.

"Well, wake her up." Tucker said, moving to push the door open.

Cragen moved back to put himself between Tucker and the door. "Let me talk to the nurse first. You can't just wake her up and interrogate her. Have some respect."

"I'm not going to interrogate her." Tucker said with disdain in his voice. "I just need her side of the story."

Suddenly, the door swung open and Elliot was standing there, looking still half asleep. "What the hell is going on out here." He hissed in a loud whisper. "Olivia is sleeping!" He walked out of the room, forcing Cragen and Tucker to take a few steps backwards, and the door swung shut behind him. He scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to clear the sleep from his head.

"That's fine." Tucker said. "I need to talk to you too."

"About what?" Elliot asked, still trying to keep his voice low, but still showing his disdain for the man from IAB.

"Keep playing dumb Stabler." Tucker said. "Let's go."

Cragen watched them walk down the hallway together, and then he knocked lightly on Olivia's door lightly. He heard her tell him to come in, and saw she was sitting up in bed. He gave her a smile as he looked at her bruised face; it killed him to see her hurt.

"How're ya' doin'?" he asked as he got closer.

Olivia shrugged. "I've been better." She gave him a small smile. "But I'm ready to go home."

"I'm sure." Cragen told her that Tucker was here, that he was questioning Elliot, and that he wanted to talk to her next. Olivia was ticked; Tucker would have seen the video and should have been able to see that Logan attacked her. Cragen assured her that he had seen it, and assumed that once she confirmed what happened, it would all be over and Tucker would drop any thought of charging her.

"If you don't feel like talking to him today…" Cragen started.

"It's fine." Olivia said. She wanted to get it over with. "But it's probably best if Elliot's not here."

Cragen couldn't disagree.

"Any update on Logan?" Olivia asked. "Has he admitted to kidnapping Amy?"

"We're waiting to talk to him until CSU is done processing the scene at the apartment he rented." Cragen wished he hadn't said anything. From what he had heard, it didn't sound good. But he wanted to have all the information so he had the entire story before he told Olivia. Or Amy.

Olivia nodded. She could hear the resignation in Cragen's voice, and she didn't know if she was ready to hear what he had to say. Before she could say anything, Cragen spoke up again.

"Liv…" He started, moving a little closer to the bed. "This morning, when I got here…"

Olivia tensed. Shit. Shit. Shit. When Elliot had climbed in bed with her, she knew it was risky. But she honestly hadn't thought anyone would show up this early in the morning. Had Cragen seen them curled up together? God, had Tucker? She wondered if she could get away with denial. But she held her tongue until she saw what Cragen was going to say, because she could see he was struggling.

Cragen shook his head. "We'll talk later."

Olivia didn't know who was more relieved, her or Cragen. But she was happy to let it go. It was moments later that Elliot pushed his way into the room, and Olivia looked up, expecting Tucker to be behind him. When he wasn't, she furrowed her brows.

"Where's Tucker?" she asked.

"Gone." Elliot said without elaborating.

Olivia was about to ask him more when the nurse came into the room.

"Out." She said, to Cragen and Elliot, making a shooing motion.

"Am I going home today?" Olivia asked.

Elliot smiled. He thought he was a bad patient, but Olivia was even worse.

"I would assume so."

"El.."

"Yeah." He had already told her he would go to her apartment and get some clothes. The ones she had been wearing had blood on them. He was going to take the opportunity to go to his apartment too. Take a shower, get some clean clothes for himself too. "I'll be back."

He walked out with Cragen and they talked as they made their way out of the hospital. "It doesn't look good Elliot." He said. "There was a camera in the bedroom. Long blonde hairs in the bed…"

"Shit." Elliot said.

"CSU is going through the photos. And there's video on the camera too." He stopped. "I'm going back to the precinct and will get an update but…"

"Let me know what it shows. I want to be the one to tell Olivia." Elliot said. "And Olivia's going to want to be the one to tell Amy what happened."

EOEOEOEO

Elliot was back at the hospital about two hours later, and saw that Olivia was more than anxious to get moving.

"They are so slow…" she complained, almost the moment he walked through the door. "They said I'll be able to go today, but I have to wait for the doctor's orders to release me."

"I don't know why you're so anxious to get out of here. You know when you get home, you're going right back to bed." Elliot said.

"Is that some sort of invitation?" Olivia asked, a slight tease in her voice. She had been anxious to move things along, but damn Jason Logan kept interfering. This latest run in had set things back even farther, but she was happy that Elliot hadn't even thought twice when she had asked him to stay with her.

"I'm going to get you settled and then I'm going to run to the market and stock up on some groceries. I can't live on take-out and yogurt."

Olivia smiled. "Planning on staying for a while?" She was thrilled that his plans to stay with her seemed to be for more than just one night.

"I'll stay as long as you want me." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he saw Olivia's lips turn into a mischievous smile. She was obviously feeling better…or she wouldn't be having those thoughts.

"I want…" she dragged out the word. "you to stay for a while. I'm going to need help. Sleeping…showering…"

Jesus Christ. Elliot knew he wouldn't be able to get the image of Olivia...naked and wet in the shower…out of his mind. Particularly because it wasn't the first time he had imagined that very thing.

"You've got a dirty mind Detective." He said, as he set her duffle bag on the bed.

Olivia smiled. "You have no idea." She pulled the duffle bag towards her. "Did you happen to grab some underwear for me?" she asked, giving him a small smile and a sideways glance and she saw Eliot flush slightly.

Elliot took in a deep breath, remembering his search in her room. When he had found her underwear drawer, he had tried hard not to look. He had meant to just grab a pair of underwear and slam the drawer closed, but the first thing he landed on was an impossibly small black thong. He had stood there staring at it as it dangled from his fingers. He wondered where and when she possibly wore them…and he wasn't happy at the thought that some other man may have seen her in them. He had opened the drawer and dropped them back in, and then stared down at the colorful assortment of items in the drawer. Lace and satin, thongs and other ridiculously small panties…nothing like the underwear he had seen on his wife. Christ.

"Yeah, it's all in the bag." Elliot shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

EOEOEOEO

Olivia was in the shower in her hospital room when a call came through from Cragen. Elliot listened as Cragen lay out the evidence they'd found. He let out a heavy sigh as he heard the details of the case they had against Logan. In one way, it was a relief that Logan was going away…that he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else again. But mostly, it was devastating.

He hung up as Olivia came out of the bathroom, and he quickly masked his expression. He was grateful that she was distracted, because she didn't notice. He would wait until they got home to talk to her.

Olivia walked up to him and he quickly opened his arms, pulling her tightly against him. Her hair was still wet, and even though her face looked horrible, she seemed to be feeling better. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, and he loved that she snuggled into his body. He would never have expected her to succumb to them…to this… so easily. He expected a tougher road…for her to fight it somehow. Maybe that would come later, but if anything, she was the one that was propelling them forward…more quickly than he would have ever imagined.

He couldn't believe that he was the one that was showing restraint. All the times he had entertained fantasies of getting Olivia in a compromising position, he had been more than willing to comply. Of course, it helped that her bruised face was a constant reminder of their current situation…and he would never do anything to compromise her recovery.

"What are you thinking about right now?" Olivia asked.

Elliot released her and put his hands on her upper arms. He kissed her on the forehead. "Nothing but chaste thoughts."

Olivia let out a small laugh. "I'm feeling much better." She said.

Elliot gave her a small smile; his lips pressed together. He knew he was going to ruin her mood when he told her what CSU had found. "Let's get going."

EOEOEOEOEO

Olivia let out a sigh as she walked into her apartment. It was good to be home. She had called Amy on the way back, and told her that they had Logan in custody and were trying to get to the bottom of what happened. She unpacked her bag and changed into leggings and a t-shirt while Elliot made them some lunch. When they had eaten, Elliot leaned back on the end of the sofa, and motioned for Olivia to join him. She scooted between his legs, leaning her back against his chest, and he buried his face in her hair. He rested his right hand against her abdomen and she sighed as he moved the palm of his hand back and forth lightly. There was something soothing about it, and she felt content.

Olivia lay her head back against his shoulder, and he just held her. He wanted this to last forever…he didn't want to think about Logan…or think about what Logan had done to Amy. He wanted to protect her from any more ugliness, but he knew he couldn't.

"Mmmm." Olivia sighed. "It's nice to be home." She tangled her fingers with Elliot's and rested their intertwined fingers of their left hands in her lap. "With you."

"Sleepy?" Elliot asked.

"A little." Olivia admitted, surprising herself. She never really needed much sleep, but she was feeling tired. Probably because her sleep had been so disjointed.

"Take a nap…" Elliot said. He knew he was taking the easy way out, but he wanted to give her just a little longer to rest…to recover.

"Hmm." Olivia murmured. She closed her eyes and snuggled deeper against Elliot as she felt herself drift off to sleep.