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I had an awesome time down the coast so here is chapter 5.

Disclaimer: Now I have sunburn and chipped nail polish but still no SVU.

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Elliot hovered a moment more, watching Olivia's eyes for any indication that this was the wrong thing to do before dropping his lips to hers as they both closed their eyes, enjoying the sweet kiss. It offered comfort to both of them; both knowing their stories were like a book with no ending and no beginning because it was just them and whatever happened they would stick it out, offer help and just be there.

Olivia's lips parted slightly, letting the kiss become more relaxed as they both tried to rationalise what they were feeling. The feeling was intoxicating, coursing through them as they tried to maintain some idea of brain function.

Elliot's fingers began to tangle through her Olivia's caramel strands, gently sifting through her hair. He slowly dragged his lips away, softly unsticking from hers.

Olivia slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him, haze infused. He held her gaze, his eyes as heavy as hers, both darker than midnight but somehow creating pools of depth in which they could just be free enough to seek each others desires…if only for a moment.

They stayed like that for a few moments before each realised what they could see, what they could read. Olivia's eyes flickered between a black midnight and a dark whiskey before settling on the whiskey as Elliot's fixed back to their cerulean blue.

Elliot shuffled further down on the couch and rested his head on the arm rest. His eyes crashed with Olivia's once again as she turned to face him.

He gently reached up and ran his fingertips through her hair, "You're not okay, are you?" He whispered quietly.

Olivia opened and closed her mouth a few times; no words making it passed her lips. Instead, she resorted to head moments. She shook her head 'no' as she closed her eyes and willed the tears away, bitting her bottom lip.

When she opened her eyes she tried to avoid his gaze altogether but some how her eyes were already fixed on his blue and she couldn't even attempt to drag herself away. She tried again for words but they just weren't forth coming.

Elliot dropped his arm to her waist and pulled her closer to him. He was surprised she had admitted she wasn't coping to say the least. When she buried her head against crook of his neck he was even more shocked. He could feel her hot tears trickling down across his skin as he listened for any verbal sound of the emotion running down her cheeks and dampening his shirt but there was none.

Elliot ran his hand up and down her back, gently rubbing it in comfort as his other hand, which was resting along the arm of the couch, played with her hair.

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Olivia groggily opened her eyes and shifted under the comforter. She rolled from facing the back of the unknown couch to look out into the lounge room. Quickly registering that she was in fact in Elliot's apartment, she now had to work out where Elliot was.

That proved not to be difficult at all as she soon heard him in the kitchen. She was in Elliot's apartment and it was morning, a Friday morning in fact.

Shit.

She quickly scrambled out from under the covers and stumbled off the couch before padding to the kitchen.

"What time is it?" Olivia asked, her voice thick with sleep and she rubbed her eyes.

"7:30." Elliot smiled, looking up from making coffee.

"What!?" Olivia's eyes widened, "Shit, shit, shit, I need to have a shower and get dressed and- fuck! I can't even change at the precinct because I'm wearing my only shirt!"

"Olivia, calm down." Elliot spoke slowly, "The coffees are to go. We can leave now, okay?"

"Right, okay. Let's go." Olivia quickly scooped up her belongings and slipped on her shoes and then she and Elliot were out the door.

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Olivia sipped her cup of coffee as her leg bounced nervously, starring out at the buildings blurring past her window.

"Olivia, last night I-" Elliot began only to be cut off by Olivia.

"Elliot. Don't. Just don't say anything." Olivia's words were short and she prevented further by turning on the radio with some song which was way too boppy for this time of morning.

Don't even talk about the consequence

Cause right now you're the only thing that's making any sense to me

Oh come on! This isn't even funny. She figured that Munch might finally be right about the radio being a conspiracy because Elliot's car must be bugged.

Cause you're the only one who's on my mind

I'll never ever let you leave me

I'll try to stop time for ever, never wanna hear you say goodbye

She listened to the speedy lyrics, wishing she could turn the damn thing off but knowing that if she did it left opportunity for talking and that was something she really didn't feel like doing. Between the knot in her stomach and the throbbing he head seemed to have taken on full time she couldn't cope with the added weight of the conversation that was sure to ensue if silence took hold.

It's not enough to say that I miss you

Elliot was listening to the lyrics with interest and the way they captured their situation was astounding. He couldn't believe the song wasn't titled 'The Chronicles of Elliot and Olivia and their crappy situation – crappy because it's so complicated and they also kissed and now can't speak about said kiss'.

He thought it was appropriate.

I'll see you through the loneliness of one more more more

Don't even think about what's right or wrong, wrong or right

'Cause in the end it's only you and me and no one else is gonna be around

To answer all the questions left behind

This was ridiculous. She couldn't even look at Elliot as the radio played. The desperate urge to shove her foot into the panel was becoming stronger and that much harder to resist. She continued to look out at the buildings, the greys brown, comforting her with familiarity.

And you and I are meant to be so even if the world falls down today

You've still got me to hold you up up

And I will never let you down

LALALALALALALALALALALA!! She wanted to shove her hands over her ears and screaming it at the top of her lungs until the song ended. Yeah, like she was going to do that. Instead, she let her foot bounce, seemingly in time with the music as she worried about what would happen with the case today.

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She had showered, dressed and done her make up in record time. Elliot couldn't believe it when she was back down, out of her apartment and in the car by 8:05. She took 20 minutes. He was impressed. When he was married to Kathy she normally took about an hour. He knew she'd be quick but not that quick, at least half an hour maybe.

They now sat opposite each other at their respective desks, awaiting Cragen's rant about how they shouldn't be here and how they needed time off. Olivia wasn't looking forward to it.

They had also endured questioning looks from Munch and Fin, both eyeing them from across the room. Elliot and Olivia had only glanced up a few times…that they knew of. Olivia would look up when she was sure Eliot was typing and concentrating on his DD-5 and she would stuffy his posture, make that he had enough confidence this morning to go toe-to-toe with Cragen if they had to.

Elliot would look up and watch the top of Olivia's knee peek up as she bounced nervously, only when she was distracted though, of course.

Olivia was getting agitated with the waiting so she decided that getting some orange juice from the fridge would be a good idea. She quickly stood and crossed the room, feeling three pairs of eyes on her as she did so. She creaked the door open before pulling out the 375ml bottle and turning around. Everyone averted their eyes quickly and let her walk back to her desk without so much as a glance.

After about five minutes the whole bottle of juice was gone and Olivia was sitting completely bored at her desk. The orange juice was interesting for the duration of it's time in the bottle but once she had swallowed it and it was gently seeping down her throat, the interest was gone.

Olivia sighed loudly just as Cragen walked out of his office. She quickly mentally prepared herself for the onslaught of arguments.

Cragen stood at the bored and looked at the detectives.

"Melanie Fisher, eleven years old. Raped by her father then committed suicide with his gun." Cragen announced to the group as he pinned a picture up onto the glass pane.

Olivia's eyes widened at his bluntness and she could feel her milky coffee curdling with the orange juice.

"Her father is still on the run so we need to find out where he is ASAP." Cragen pinned up a picture of Austin Fisher, Melanie's father.

"What about her mother?" Munch asked.

"Mother died in a car accident three years ago. Her name was Jessica." Cragen turned to face the group again.

She was not going to be sick; she was not going to be sick. Olivia was rocking slightly as her stomach began to cramp violently at the little food she had eaten in the last nearly 48 hours as well as the churning coffee and orange juice.

She pushed out of her chair and sat on the edge of her desk, crossing her leg over the other, straight out in front of her.

"Surveillance at the Fisher's has showed no sign of Austin at all since we were there yesterday. So far there's been no credit card activity and he hasn't contacted his parents or any other relatives that we know of." Cragen was pacing in front of the desks now.

Olivia almost gagged. She was struggling to the contents in her stomach down. She was seeing Melanie's blood all over the walls again, surrounding Melanie as well as all over her own shirt.

She gagged again, jolting her eyes open.

A violent cramp ripped through her body and her arms were immediately clutching her waist as she bent forward, her feet uncrossing and steadying her. She groaned slightly as she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the pain to pass.

"God, Liv. Are you okay?" Elliot was immediately at her side with his hand on her back, eyes wide and brow furrowed.

"Yeah, yeah…" She was saying the words but at the same time her head was shaking 'no', "I'm- Oh god," She felt another cramp ripping her insides as her anxiety tore at her, gagging once again.

I'm not gonna be sick, I'm not gonna be sick, I'm not gonna be sick…

She repeated the mantra over and over as she rocked slightly, still bent over and still clutching her middle. Munch, Fin and Cragen all watched in silence as keeled over in pain. They weren't sure what was wrong but she looked like she was in some serious pain.

"Liv, stand up," Elliot reached t help her as Olivia shook her head, "Yes, Liv. C'mon, you look like you're going to be sick and we should really go to the bathroom if that's gonna happen," He murmured quietly.

Olivia didn't reply, instead she pushed off the desk and went to stand. She was half bent over, her stomach muscles contracting painfully. Elliot slipped her arm over his shoulder and helped her walk towards the bathroom.

They were almost there when another cramp ripped through her body, stronger than the last few. Olivia bolted for the bathroom, pushing the door marked 'Ladies' open and disappearing quickly. Elliot jogged after her and quickly knocked on the door. When he got no response he pushed the door open as well.

He could hear Olivia gagging and vomiting in one of the cubicles and quickly worked out t was the end one. Trust her to go into the furthest one away.

He walked over to the sink and quickly dampened some paper towel and made his way to Olivia. She sounded done but she was leaning against the cold tiles on the wall. Elliot held a bit of the paper towel out to her. Olivia was about to take it when she felt another wave of nausea. She twisted so she was hanging over the bowl again but only gagged a bit, spitting up some bile.

She pushed back to leaning on the wall again and reached up for the paper towel. Elliot handed her a piece and let her wipe her mouth before handing her the other bit so she could wipe her face. He put his hand out for her to tale but she rejected it and instead used the wall for support.

She walked to the sinks reasonably steady but when she ducked her head to rinse her mouth, she wobbled a bit. Eliot steadied her, holding her elbows once again, making another quick flash back to course through her mind. She shuddered and stood again, fixing her hair in the mirror.

"What was that all about?" Elliot asked quietly.

"I think it was the mix of coffee and orange juice." Olivia sighed, brushing her hand over her forehead.

She turned away from the mirror and plastered on a fake smile for Elliot, "I'm fine. Let's go," Olivia brushed past Elliot and headed for the door.

"That's not what you said last night." Elliot turned from facing the sinks to Olivia's retreating form.

Olivia's face fell, the smile dropping right from her lips, "Don't Elliot. Just leave it, okay?" She asked, turning to face Elliot again.

Elliot decided to do what she asked, only because the bathroom echoed and if they were going to get into an argument about the events of the previous night he'd rather do it somewhere more sound proof, "You should probably eat something. You haven't eaten anything except that ice-cream last night."

"Don't even mention food or I'll be back over there. I'll be fine." Elliot smiled a slight closed lip smile before quickly exiting the bathroom with Elliot close behind.

"Are you okay now Olivia?" Cragen asked as she settled herself back at her desk.

"Yeah, I think it was just the Chinese I ate last night. Wasn't what I usually got." Olivia attached yet another fake smile to her lips before looking down at the file on her desk.

"Olivia, go home." Cragen sighed making Olivia's blood boil.

Eliot saw the warning signs and quickly sprung into action, "What if she just goes to the cribs for a couple of hours. Just sleep off the food poisoning or whatever." Elliot suggested.

Olivia still glared at him but was hoping Cragen would considerate.

Cragen 'ummed' and 'ahhed' for a moment before deciding a less pissed off Olivia he could keep an eye on was better than a severely pissed off Olivia who would be left to stew in her apartment.

"Fine, go to the cribs," Olivia opened her mouth but Cragen cut her off, "Yes, I'll let you know if we catch anything."

"This is ridiculous! I'm not incompetent! It's just a little food poisoning!!" Olivia huffed

"Just a little food poisoning!? That's what they all say." Munch mumbled.

"Oh, shut up Munch!" Olivia stormed passed him and headed up there's stairs and to the cribs where it was clearly heard when she slammed the door full force.

"That went better than expected." Lake shrugged, sitting back in his chair.

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Okay, so people are starting to think I got the idea from Signature - this is not the case. I just thought I should point that out.

So, we're all clear on what's going on now?

Cool.

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Curses.