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Olivia looked up and spoke timidly, cursing her herself for being so weak, "Hi."

"How're you doing?" Elliot asked gently, ignoring John, who seated himself by the door.

Olivia felt herself get angry, "How do you think I'm doing, you insensitive prick!"

"Liv, -" he started but was cut off by her angry reply.

"OLIVIA! Only my friends call me Liv. And you most defiantly are not one of them!"

"Olivia, look. I know I hurt you. But can't we just talk about this?" He asked, before realizing how out of character he was behaving.

"No!" she said stubbornly, "You hurt me, and I'll never forgive you. Never!"

"I didn't mean it. You know that," Olivia shook her head stoically, "I wanted to spark some sort of reaction out of you and when I did, I wasn't prepared to fight." He looked down ashamed, "I couldn't control my anger and I really didn't mean what I said."

"Sure you didn't," came Olivia's sarcastic response, "You always say these harsh things to me, but you never apologize. I always forgive you but you don't realize you hurt me. I thought if I went away for a while it would be better, but you only got angrier. I know I'm the only one that can withstand your tirades, but Elliot, this time," she paused, wiping away the remnants of tears that had fallen without her knowledge, "This time you destroyed me and I won't forgive you."

Olivia turned and sat herself on the bed, with her back facing Elliot, "Goodbye Elliot."

"No!" he said frantically, "No Liv, don't cut yourself off from me. Please Liv!"

"Elliot for once in my life, I need to do something for me, so please. Just go!" she said, desperately trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to come.

"'Livia this is for you!"

"No, it's not, you selfish bastard!"

"You know that you can't move on. You left behind all your belongings in your apartment, which you plan to keep. Explain to me then, Olivia, how you want to move on?"

Olivia opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by Elliot's continuing tirade, "Or maybe that's the plan. For everyone else to this you can't move on, while you go and build another life for yourself. You're so damn selfish Olivia! Fine, goodbye, have a nice life, move on and fuck the hell off!

"You BASTARD!" she screamed, "You fucking stupid idiot! Don't you know anything! I can't move on Elliot, I CAN'T!"

"Why not?" he asked harshly.

Munch who had been sitting quietly in the corner looked on in amazement. He saw some of the fights they had at work, but boy, was this something spectacular. He could see exactly what Olivia had meant now. She didn't say anything really hurtful, but almost every word out of Elliot's mouth would cause pain, and he knew it.

"Because I can't, Elliot. It's just not possible." She stated, tears falling freely down her cheeks, with no effort to stop them.

"Why not? It's not like you ever had trouble leaving before."

"I never left, you moron. I came back, and I never had any intention of the change being permanent."

"Why can't you leave?" Elliot asked exasperatedly, "Why can't you?"

"Because I can't!"

"Why not? Answer me!" he yelled angrily.

"Because I'm in love with you! Because you have my heart and I don't know how to take it back!" she yelled at him, before realizing what she had said.

"What?" he asked, suddenly quiet.

"Nothing, can you please leave?" she asked, turning her back on him once more.

"Olivia, you can't just say something like that and not expect to talk about it."

"Fine, Elliot. What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. When? How long? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh, 'cause that would have gone really well. 'Hey Elliot, I'm in love with you! See you tomorrow!' You would have been shocked and I didn't want to ruin our friendship, but you managed that one quite well yourself."

"Oh, No, you don't. You're not changing the subject on me. Not this time." He paused, breathing deeply, "When?"

"Roger Silver." She said quietly, almost hoping he wouldn't hear her.

"Liv, that's eight years ago! You've loved me for eight years?" he asked, flabbergasted. Never would he have thought that she would ever have loved someone like him.

Olivia nodded silently, before speaking quietly, almost as if not trusting her voice, "Every time Kathy came to the station, I'd get so jealous. And when you were having all these marital problems, I desperately wanted to tell you but I knew you were happy so I gave you the bet advice I could. And it didn't work, and you were still heartbroken, and I couldn't help. You know, you're right. All I ever do is hurt people!"

"You know that isn't true!"

"How are you gonna prove that?" she challenged.

Instead of replying, Elliot walked over to her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Unconsciously Olivia moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss. When her brain caught up to her mouth, she instantly pulled back.

"We can't do this, El. You have a family, and I have to leave."

"Olivia please." He begged, willing to get on hand and foot if it meant she would take him.

"No!" she said firmly, though her heart shattered once more, "We can't do this."

"Why not? My family is recovering. My kids love you. The guys want us to, so what's stopping you."

"My heart, Elliot, my heart."

"I don't understand." He stated, confused.

"I gave you my heart and you shattered it. I don't know if I can do that again."

"Please 'Livia. Just try. I'll never hurt you again."

"You can't make that promise Elliot. And if you do, even unintentionally, I won't survive. I barely survived this."

"I won't hurt you again. I promise." He said gently, before placing another kiss on her lips. Olivia returned the kiss with equal passion.

"We'll try?" he asked her softly.

"We'll try." She responded, just as softly. Before their lips met for the third time, Munch interrupted them.

"Um, I'll go downstairs. I'll be back at 11. Please make sure you're decent. I'd hate to walk in on something." He gave a exaggerated shudder and shut the door firmly behind him.

As soon as the door closed, both occupants burst into laughter.

"I forget he was there." Olivia laughed before kissing Elliot again.

Meanwhile outside the room, the detective sat waiting for the other end of the phone-line to pick up.

"Cragen,"

"We have a slight problem" Munch stated.