A/N: Sorry for the past couple chapters being a little blah. Don't worry, this is the last one for a while. I got something awesome planned for the next chapter :D

Olivia walked out of her office and noticed Barba watching the interrogation room again. She walked down the hall towards him.

"What, did they go back in there?" She said, noticing Fin back in with Brad in the room.

"He's telling him that Lizzie didn't tell his girlfriend that he cheated on her."

Fin walked across the room. "Look, we have your DNA so just tell us why you did it."

Brad glared at him, but them gave a small look of defeat. "She told my girlfriend I cheated on her. I told her that she'd be sorry but she didn't listen to me."

"No she didn't. Lizzie said she never told her."

"You're lying." Brad had a look of shock on his face.

"She swore that she never told her."

Brad put his head in his hands. "Oh God. Why did I do that?"

"Sure, now he feels sorry for what he did." Barba said.

Olivia turned the knob to mute the sound of their voices. "Like you said, open and shut case."

Olivia glanced at her phone, walking around the corner. 8:15

She wondered if Elliot was still there and wondered what he wanted to talk about. She felt that enough had been said last night.

Sure enough, she turned the corner and saw Elliot sitting at a small table inside. She walked in and sat in the other chair across from him.

"Didn't think you were going to show." Elliot said as she sat down.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "You're lucky I showed up at all. What did you want to talk about?"

"I wanted to apologize for last night. Is everything alright between you and Cassidy?"

"We are perfectly fine, no thanks to you." She said, even though she knew it wasn't entirely his fault.

Elliot leaned back in his chair. "Look, I know I was way out of line kissing you. But I'm sorry for everything else too."

"What else do you have to apologize for?"

"Everything. For leaving without saying goodbye, not keeping in touch, not being there when you needed me."

"El-" Olivia started to say.

"And I'm sorry for causing a flashback." He said a little softer.

"Elliot that wasn't you fault..."

"Yes it was." He interrupted her again.

"No. It wasn't. It could've been anyone. And, I've accepted what happened between us. But we both have lives now. Speaking of which, do you have a job?"

He nodded. "I work security at a retail store. I get enough money to pay rent at my apartment, so it works."

It was at that point Olivia noticed his breath smelled faintly like alcohol. "Elliot, don't lie to me when I ask you this. How much beer did you have today? Or last night for that matter."

Elliot sighed. "I had three last night after I left your place. And two earlier."

Olivia shook her head. "El, this isn't good. I thought you were getting help."

"I am. I go to AA meetings. I really try, but if I get really stressed it just happens."

"Look, after my ordeal with Lewis I was drinking." She said. "A lot. When I came home from work I was having a couple glasses of wine a night. I'd lie to Brian and tell him it was only my first, if he asked. But I got my head together and I'm better with that too. Especially now with Noah."

"That's good Liv. But I don't think it'd be as easy for me."

"Well, maybe I can help you. Maybe we can try to be friends again. Do you think you could handle that?"

He knew she was referring to his feelings towards her. "Yes, I can. I would love to try and be friends again."

"First things first." She stood up.

"What?" Elliot said looking at her.

"We need to pay a visit to your apartment. You still live in Queens or what?"

He shook his head, standing up. "Moved to Manhattan, only about ten blocks from here."

It only took ten minutes to reach his small apartment.

"Wow, you live here." Olivia said, looking at the old, worn building.

"Like I said, my job pays enough for me to pat my rent." Elliot said, leading her into his apartment. He unlocked the front door and walked in.

He was right, it was small. There was a living big enough to fit a couch and table in, a small kitchenette, and two doors, presumedly leading to a bathroom and bedroom. There were beer bottles on top of a small counter and a small table, plus a pile of clothes in the corner.

"I was right, you need more help." She walked over to his fridge and opened it. "And only beer in here. Do you own food?"

Elliot let out a small laugh. "I remember asking you that question like ten times. Plus there's this great thing called take out." He said, mocking what she once told him.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, but my apartment was clean." She closed the fridge and walked into an empty beer bottle on the floor, knocking it over. "Do you ever clean?" She also acknowledged the pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

"No, and I just haven't done any in a while." He walked over and sat down on his couch.

Olivia leaned against the wall. "And you're really trying to sober up?"

Elliot nodded his head.

"It doesn't help having all this beer in your house you know. It's a little over kill."

"What, do you want me to throw all the beer away that's in there?"

"Yes." She said, walking over to a small set of cabinets. "You have trash bags right?"

"Third drawer."

She pulled two out, walked over and dropped one into his lap. "Toss it all in here."

"And what are you going to do?" Elliot said standing up.

"Clean up all these damn beer bottles."

In the next ten minutes Olivia had cleared all of Elliot's empty beer bottles into the trash bag and Elliot had thrown all the full bottles away.

Olivia knew this wouldn't prevent him from drinking, but it was a start. She wanted to help him become better.

They sat on his couch next to each other.

"Hey Liv." Elliot said. She looked over at him. "Yeah?"

"Thanks." He said, smiling a little.

"It's a start. But promise me you'll actually buy something edible tomorrow." She said as she pulled out her phone. "I've got to go." She wanted to get home.

He leaned back against the couch. "Okay, but do think we could eventually get back to the way things were?"

Olivia stood up. "It'll take some time, but I'd like that too. Oh, and please don't go to a bar right after I leave."

"Relax, I won't."

"Good, hopefully I'll see you soon." She turned and walked towards the door.

"Same." Elliot said as he watched her walked out the door. He sat there for a minute after she left thinking. He appreciated that she was trying to help him. He wanted to stop drinking and become sober. A sudden urge to get a beer came over him. He shook off the feeling, and relaxed against the couch, turning his small TV on.

A/N: I love them reconnecting, so I wrote it. I will hopefully update soon again, because I have big plans with the next couple of chapters (E/O fans calm down, it's nothing like that lol). Please review :)