So the few reviews I've had have been good, so I think I should continue.

During the night, I was tossing and turning in bed. I kept thinking about the case. I didn't know what to think about it all. Yeah, it was kinda disgusting, the thought of having a relationship with your teacher. But the way the two were acting, it really seemed as if they were truly in love. But I didn't know if that was even possible. Could you really fall in love with your teacher? I didn't know the answer to that.

Suddenly a high-pitched noise awoke me. I jumped and looked around me, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. It came to me that it was my phone that was ringing. I frowned and reached over, answering, "Hello?"

"Liv, it Elliot," his gorgeous voice answered, and my heart skipped a beat. What was Elliot Stabler of all people doing calling me at...half 3 in the morning? "We got a problem." Then I realised - it wasn't to do with us, it was to do with work. God, right now I hated work. I hated the fact that the only reason the man I...dare I say it? I hated the fact that the only reason the man I loved called me during the night was because something was wrong with the case we were working on.

There, I had admitted it. I had admitted that I was in love with him. I guess I had been in love with him since I first met him. There was just something about him that drew you to him. I wasn't sure quite what it was. It could have been any of a number of things : those deep blue eyes, that gorgeous, infectious smile. The broodiness. The fantastic body. The protectiveness. The feeling that he'd look after you no matter what, that he'd make you happy without even trying to.

"What's happened?" I asked sleepily.

"Shots fired," he replied.

"Where?!" I asked, shocked.

"Emma Collins' residence," he replied.

"Oh, god, okay," I jumped out of bed and began to get ready.

"I'll pick you up," Elliot replied and then he gone.

I let out a sigh. Why did something like this always have to happen? Our case was already confusing enough. Yeah, sure Novak was going to easily prosecute the teacher, that seemed simple enough. But then, you had to consider everything else. If you believed their stories, they were completely in love. If you watched them together, they were completely in love. Everything but society said they were truly in love and I didn't have any evidence to prove otherwise.

At the Collins household, Elliot and I stalked in. There were cops swarming all around us. You could smell the blood all around you. Elliot looked at me, and I shook my head. I still couldn't get used to walking smelling the blood. You could feel death in the air. There was just something about it. Everything seemed slower, the air seemed thicker, and it seemed harder to breath.

"You okay?" he asked me quietly, his voice tender and caring.

I looked right into his eyes and nodded slowly. I really did love in when he looked at me like that. I could see how much he did genuinely care about me.

We wandered through to where the body was. It was Mrs Collins, Emma's Mother. She was lying face down on the floor, a bullet wound to the back, blood pooling around her. I gasped and covered my mouth. "Oh god." I had to run outside. I really didn't feel too good at all. I didn't know why - I was nprmally perfectly fine with all this blood and gore.

Outside, I leaned against out car, breathing in the cool, fresh air with long, deep, smooth breaths. I was just standing there, staring at the ground, trying to get back to my normal self, when someone stood in front of me. I looked at the black shoes for a moment before my gaze travelled up his legs, up his body, and then I focused on his eyes.

"You alright?" he asked, a concerned look on his face.

"I...uh, yeah, I think so," I nodded, but then I wished I hadn't. I felt all dizzy and my legs gave way. I felt myself falling, but then strong arms gripped my waist, holding me up. Without thinking, I reached up and held onto his strong, muscular upper arms, steading myself, closing my eyes.

After a few minutes, I realised that we were standing, in public, holding onto each other, and I realised what it must have looked like. I quickly let go of Elliot, but he just stood there, watching me intently. I looked into his eyes and gasped, parting my lips slightly, licking them as they had suddenly become dry.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked with a cheeky little smirk.

I couldn't help the smile that played on my lips as I looked right back into his eyes.

"C'mon. I'll take you home," he said, taking me round to the other side of the car, opening the passenger door and helping me inside.

On the drive back to mine, it was completely silent, but it was a very comfortable silence. It was very enjoyable. No, I didn't feel well, but just spending some time with Elliot, alone, was great. Yeah, we did it a lot on the way to work and crime scenes etc, but it wasn't often that we go to spend some time on our own without the anticipation of what a day at work was going to bring us, or what we were going to find at out latest crime scene.

He pulled up outside my block, and we just sat there for a few minutes. I looked at him and asked quietly, "You wanna come up?"

"I should get back to the scene. Captain will wonder where I've gone," he replied, and I nodded, still not budging. "But I guess I could. I can just say I was helping you get better."

"Likely story," I smiled, and he chuckled softly, something which was rarely heard from the man beside me. It made me smile even more. I thought that he really should laugh more. It was a beautiful sound, and it made his whole face light up. It really was a good look for him.

Upstairs, without even asking, he walked straight to the kitchen. He poured me a glass of water and started the kettle going. As I watched, a big smile appeared on my face. The sight of Elliot in my kitchen was certainly something I could get used to. It just seemed so natural and I loved what I saw. I just wished that it was something that I saw more often, because it really filled my heart with joy to see the man I was in love with in my kitchen pottering about.

After a few minutes, Elliot came over and sat beside me. He handed me the glass of clear, cool liquid, and then he took a sip of his coffee, putting his arm along the back of the couch. As he sat there, I couldn't help but notice that he was closer than usual to me. I glanced at him, but he wasn't paying any attention, he was just staring straight ahead.

My stomach was in absolutely knots. I wasn't sure if that was because I still felt unwell, or if it was because of Elliot's closeness. I could smell his unique, very masculine scent. Ever since he and Kathy had split up, he's smelt more manly. Before, you could still smell his wife on him, but now...now every time he was close to me I could never think straight. He really did drive me crazy, but a good crazy. He made me want him so much, sometimes, and he didn't even realise it. Sometimes even just the way he moved or the way he looked at me got me going. I was sure that if anyone knew some of the thoughts I had about this man they would be shocked.

I looked round at him again, and I gasped as he looked round at me at the exact same time. Our lips were about a centimetre apart. He glanced down at my lips, and all I could think was how close we were to each other. How close we were to kissing. I had never, ever been this close to him before. All the previous times I had been this close to a man, I hadn't felt half as amazing as I did right then. My heart was racing, the butterflies in my stomach were as active as ever. Now I knew what his wife had felt for 20 years. I liked this. I could get used to this. I wanted to kiss him so much, but in a way I wished we weren't this close because I didn't want to ruin our friendship.

Suddenly Elliot moved, and I closed my eyes...

Tee hee hee. I know this was a weird cliff-hanger, but it's still cliff hanger, and I love a good old cliff-hanger. I know this chapter was more to do with E/O than the case, but the next chapter I will try to include an equal amount of both.

A review would make me happy, so please please please review, even if it is to tell me you don't like this fic! GrissomzGal. x