"Olivia, please come out of the bathroom," Elliot sighed knocking on the door again, when he got no response he ran his hand down his face in frustration. For the last forty five minutes she had been telling him to leave her alone. After everything happened she ran to the bathroom, and before Elliot could stop her she had the door shut and locked. He was scared. "Liv please!"

"I swear to god Elliot!" She practically seethed through the door. "If you do not leave me the hell alone I will shoot you!" She snapped. She grabbed the closest thing to her, which happened to be a bottle of shampoo, and chucked it at the door. "Go the fuck away!"

"Don't be like this Olivia, please talk to me," he pleaded, jumping when he had heard the sound of something bouncing off the door.

Harshly wiping the tears from her face she stood, clutching to towel closer to her body so that nothing was showing. She walked to the door, she took a deep and unsteady breath and ripped the door open again.

He jumped when the door swung open, but was relieved that she had finally come out of the bathroom."Liv-"

"Give me your phone," she demanded, holding her hand out as the other clutched the towel closed. He frowned but walked to go and retrieve it.

"Liv, what are you doing?" He asked her dropping the phone in her hand, but instead of her answering him she just slammed the door in his face. He slid down to the floor and pressed his ear against the door, listening.

"Can you just... " Olivia let out a ragged breath as she spoke softly into the phone.

"He is dead Olivia," Melinda said through the phone, she knew this is what Olivia needed but she hated that she had to be the one to do it for her. It killed her when she heard Olivia cry. It killed everyone. "One bullet to the left temple."

"Thanks Mel," Olivia whispered, she was about to hang up when she heard Melinda continue to talk.

"How is it over there? Is Elliot helping?" She asked fearing the well-being of her friend.

"It's.." Olivia choked on her voice for a moment. "Everything is.. Fine."

"Liv, honey you can come back whenever you want to. If anything you can stay with me," she told her friend. She didn't think that Olivia leaving with Elliot was the best idea but she wasn't going to tell Olivia no after everything that had happened.

"Thank you Mel, really," Olivia sighed into the phone wiping her face with the towel. "But I'm okay here. Things are good," she said. She knew she was lying but she just wasnt ready to go back she thought telling Melinda that things were good that it would be easier than saying no.

"Call whenever Olivia, I am here for you. So are the guys, you know they really miss you," Melinda told her. She has had a lot of suicide patients on her table and she didn't want Olivia to be one of them, and she was scared that Olivia could fall that low. By telling her that there were people that loved her and missed them would mean a lot to someone in Olivia's condition.

"I really miss them too," Olivia said softly. She did. Those men have been her life for years now and being away from them as long as she had was upsetting. But she just wasn't ready to go back yet. "Will you tell them that? That I miss them?"

"Of course I will Olivia," Melinda said into the phone hearing the crack in Olivia's voice. "Fin is here with me now, do you want to talk to him?"

"No!" Olivia said quickly. "I mean now isn't a good time," Olivia told her, though she missed them and all, she was afraid what they would think of her and she wasnt ready to hear their voice.

"Alright sweetie, take care of yourself."

"You too Mel." With that Olivia ended the call and dropped the phone to the floor beside her.

"Can I come in now?" Elliot asked through the door.

Letting out a deep breath and making sure the towel covered her body, Olivia said, "Yeah whatever."

Twisting the knob he let out a relieved sigh when the door wasn't locked, he pushed the door open and just stood in the entryway.

"What, do I look as shitty as I feel?" She scoffed wiping her face again. It was starting to annoy her that no matter how many times she cleared her face, tears would just keep showing up.

"You look beautiful Olivia," he told her as he sat in the floor beside her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder hoping to give her some comfort.

"Why would you want to touch me after what I did to you?" She asked crying again and shaking her head. She felt so bad for telling him she was ready, for putting him in that position, only to prove herself wrong.

"Oh Liv," he whispered pulling her into his arms, he was glad that she wasnt so mad at herself that she wouldn't let him hold her. "What happened in there will not affect the way I feel about you. I still love you, I will forever love you." He kissed the top of her head when he felt a few of her tears roll down his bare chest. "I want to touch you, and I'll never not want to touch you…"

"Just say it," she said pulling her face off his chest, and then once again wiping her eyes. "I'm a big girl Elliot."

"Liv you weren't ready," he sighed, reaching up and wiping the tears from her face this time.

"So in other words, you told me so?" She asked rolling her eyes. He shook his head and let out another sigh, he knew how much her being able to take this further meant to her. He wanted to be the one that helped her, he just needed to think around the flashbacks.

"I have an idea," he said standing, he held his hand out for her to grab. She looked at him like he was crazy but she trusted him so she took his hand and allowed him to pull her from the bathroom. He walked into the bedroom and set her down on the end of the bed.

"What are you doing?" She asked watching as he turned on the bedside lamps, then walked to the door and closed it before turning on the bedroom lights. "El?" She questioned again, but he continued to ignore her. He closed the bathroom door then walked to the window and flipped the shades, then closed the curtains. "Elliot answer me!" She spat, feeling the worry coat her body.

"I know how bad you want this, and I know you think you are ready," he said sitting down on the bed beside her once everything was closed off and the lights were bright.

"I am ready, I'm sorry about what happened but-"

"I believe you Liv," he said, she frowned confused at what he was saying. If he believed her why did he keep saying no?

"Then…"

"I think we are going at this wrong," he explained, and her frown deepened. "I know he took control away from you-"

"El," she sighed cutting him off, she did not want to talk about him right now.

"Hear me out," he said kissing her forehead and taking her hands in his, she nodded and looked up at him. "You need to be in control of this Olivia, we move at your pace. We do what you want, when you stop we stop."

"So you want me to do all the work?" She smirked hoping to lighten the mood, seeing the smile that covered his lips made it worth it.

"Ha ha," he laughed rolling his eyes. "But I guess, yeah, you are right. I want you to do all of the work. I want you to do whatever you want to me, and I will only do what you say."

"And you think it will work?" She eyed him, then looked down at the floor, vulnerability clear in her voice.

"I think if we maintain eye contact, and I talk to you," he said smiling as he raised her face so that she was looking at him. "And if you are as sure as you say, I think we can do this."

"El, you have to know that even before um.. Before everything happened with him I was never in control in the bedroom," she confessed, she wanted to look down but did as he said and kept eye contact.

"So what are you saying?" he asked confused, he wasn't necessarily shocked at the fact she wasn't in charge in the bedroom but he kinda always imagined her being the one calling the shots.

"I'm nervous," she said swallowing, redness filled her cheeks.

He couldn't help but want to melt at how adorable she was, he knew when she said she was nervous that it had nothing to do with Lewis. It was her being nervous about being with him, and it warmed his heart.

"Since when have I made you nervous?" he joked tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Since the day we met," she said with a soft scoff. "Every time you would touch me, or when you would," she bit her lip to stop her running mouth and smirked at her thoughts. "All the time," she concluded.

"It's just me and you Liv, no one else is here with us. You, we, can do whatever we want," he told her, he wanted to know what she was going to say but held off on asking.

"You're really going to give me your control?" She asked tilting her head to the side.

"I love you Olivia, and I completely trust you." He assured not missing a beat.

She nodded and let out a deep breath through her nose, reached up and cupped his cheek. She let it rest on his face for a moment as she continued to stare him in the eye and make sure that he was ready for this, she liked the fact that it was the other way around now. That she had to worry about him being ready instead of him being worried for her.

Taking one more deep breath, she let her hand drop from his face and stood. For a moment he was worried he wasn't going at this the right way, that he scared her, but she changed his thoughts when she let the towel drop from her body.

So I am working on a new story, Olivia and Elliot are in their early twenties. They arent cops, so it will be A/U but you guys like when I write A/U so I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. Anyway, Olivia writes music for someone. She has stage fright so she can't preform her own music, but everyone loves her music, they just don't know its hers. Elliot knows she has an amazing voice and wants it to be heard; so he is going to do whatever it takes to get her in her rightful spot in the middle of the stage. Only problem is, what he does to get her there, might cost him their relationship.

Does that sound interesting at all? Would any of you want to read that? Lol

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