Well, I'm feeling loads better. And I got the whole week off school. Which was really good. So I'm happy. And the reviews! Omg, that was alot.

Anyway, sorry it took so long to get this chapter up.

You'll have to excuse any errors - it hasn't been beta'd and I'm way too lazy to do it...maybe later...ah, who am I kidding. It's not gonna happen.

Nettie and Laura - where would I be without you??

Disclaimer: I own seasons 1, 2, and 3. I think that's all I'm going to own for now.

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14th February,

Some back road, upstate New York.

6:05pm

Elliot pulled back gently, dropping one of his hands from her hair to her hip. Olivia just nodded, not meeting Elliot's gaze. She kept her eyes averted, instead eying the gusts of snow blowing up against the window of the car. Elliot ran his hand through her hair once before gently cupping her cheek again, "You're your own person, Liv. You are Olivia Benson and you have the genes of Serena Benson in you and you have the genes of Joe Hollister but you are uniquely Olivia Benson. You have your own identity."

Olivia finally locked his gaze with hers, tears clinging to her eyelashes but not falling. She pursed her lips in an effort not to sob, not to let the words pierce her heart. Slowly taking in a breath and not making any sudden movements she managed to inhale without breaking down. She gently let the breath go, her chin trembling as she did, "I- I-" Olivia choked on a sob as it caught in her throat. She gave up on trying to speak, instead leaning back on the door, gingerly resting her legs on Elliot's lap.

She let her head fall back against the cold glass and sighed deeply, blowing a thin cloud of fog into the air.

14th February,

Some back road, upstate New York.

6:12pm

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, avoiding each others gaze but wanting the heat that seemed to encompass the air when they were fixed on each other. The howling wind continued to whip around the car, rocking it slightly when it hit on one side. Branches from trees cracked, adding to the noise. Eventually, Elliot couldn't take it anymore, "Are we gonna talk or do you want another game of 'I spy'?" He asked.

"Mmm?" Olivia shrugged, her eyes closed.

"You can't sleep," Elliot warned, "Its freezing and if you fall asleep then who's gonna keep me awake?" he smiled.

"Mmmhmm?" Olivia yawned, leaning slightly to one side as she huddled in her coat more. Elliot was right; it was freezing but she was so tired.

"Liv, talk to me please, about anything." Elliot tried to encourage her, yawning in the process as well.

"What do you want me to say Elliot? I'm freezing, I have a headache from the cold, my ankle is pretty much numb unless I move it, my lungs burn with each breath because of the iciness in the air and I have a feeling we're going to be hit by one of those branches. Anything I haven't covered?" Olivia huffed, half opening her eyes to watch Elliot.

"You forgot to mention that when they find us all frozen and dead your vanilla lip balm is going to be all over my lips." Elliot smiled confidently.

Olivia stuck her hand into her coat pocket and fished around for a moment before pulling her hand out and throwing a small tube at Elliot, "Knock yourself out," she mumbled, closing her eyes once again.

Elliot pulled the top off and sniffed, smiling, he recapped the lip balm and put the tube in his own pocket, "Don's gonna kill us."

"Why is Don going to commit a federal offense?" Olivia sighed, already half asleep.

"All the reasons?" Elliot asked.

"Mmmhmm." Olivia hummed lazily.

"We left late, we went off route, you gave someone my spare tire-"

"Our spare tire." Olivia interjected.

"You gave someone one our spare tire, we took a short cut and I flattened our tire, we haven't called him in hours and I kiss-" Elliot stopped short, not sure whether voicing his actions was a good idea.

"Mmm, okay." Olivia half mumbled, shifting uncomfortably against the door.

"I'm….gonna go and get the first-aid kit from the trunk." Elliot quickly got out the car, shutting the door sharply to keep the wind out. He trekked around to the back of the car and popped the trunk before groping around for the first-aid kit. After a few old sandwiches and what looked like something meant to resemble a banana skin he found the first-aid kit.

Pulling the small leather case out, he closed the trunk and moved back to his door, quickly slipping in and closing it. He moved Olivia's feet, resting them on his lap as he glanced up at her face. He eyes were closed, lips slightly parted with a sort of low gloss from the vanilla lip balm. He smiled softly before reaching up and gently rubbing the apple of her cheek, "Liv, honey, you've gotta wake up."

"Mmm?" Olivia shivered, nuzzling into Elliot's touch a little.

"I'm gonna wrap your ankle up, okay?" He asked quietly.

"Mmmhmm." Olivia nodded slightly, mumbling something under her breath as she shifted again.

Elliot sat back up and began unzipping the first-aid kit. He pulled out a fresh bandage and ripped off the plastic wrapping, dropping it at his feet somewhere. He gently took Olivia's right foot and held the bandage against her ankle, slowly wrapping it around and around, over and under, being careful not to move her ankle too much in the process. Olivia stayed quiet, occasionally mumbling something incoherent here and there until Elliot was done and asked for her sock.

"Huh?" Olivia rubbed her eye with the heel of her palm

"Where's your sock?" Elliot asked again, smiling at how dazed Olivia was.

"Oh, right," Olivia reached into her pocket and thrusted her sock at Elliot, "Take it."

Elliot slipped her sock on over the bandage and admired his handiwork, "Better?" he asked.

Olivia shifted a little and pushed back more, still shivering a bit, "Definitely a lot warmer than it was." She smiles at the grin quickly spreading over Elliot's features.

"Still cold though?" Elliot asked, feeling Olivia's legs trembling.

"Just a little." Olivia nodded, folding her arms tighter across her chest.

"Want me to try and start the car again?" Elliot began shifting in the seat, ready to move on her word.

Olivia smiled at his offer but knew it wasn't going to work, "Elliot, the engine conked out over three hours ago. Funnily enough it over heated and I'm pretty sure that we should be adding braking the work car to our list of 'reasons for Don wanting t commit homicide'." Olivia grinned.

"Yeah, I know." Elliot sighed.

"Is this okay?" Olivia asked, motioning to her feet resting in Elliot's lap, "Because I can move if it's not," she yawned again, "Fuck, why is it so cold?"

"No, it's fine and since when have you or I talked about the whether?" Elliot yawned as well, quickly joining her shivering. The battle to stay warm was quickly being lost as was their body heat, "Come here," Elliot motioned for Olivia to scoot closer.

Olivia shook her head, "I'm not moving; I'm freezing, now only slightly uncomfortable and I have you to give me a foot massage. Olivia grinned at her suggestion, raising her eyebrow slightly.

"Not happening Benson; I don't do the whole foot thing." Elliot shook his head, raising his hands.

"Not even for your poor injured partner with a sore ankle?" Olivia pouted with wide eyes.

Elliot grinned at the flirtation that was going on, "Especially not my poor injured partner who has a sore ankle and is playing me like a violin. I'm not falling for you being all pouty and cute." Elliot laughed at the look of indignation that crossed Olivia's face before she broke out in a smile.

"Aww…poor baby. Can't handle your partner being pouty?" Olivia grinned.

Elliot just shook his head, letting the mood settle. After a few moments he spoke up again, "Please come here, Liv. I'm freezing."

Olivia sighed exasperatedly before shuffling her arse towards Elliot who was sitting at the other end of the beck seat. She got close enough that her arse hit his thigh before she lay back comfortably on the seat, "God, I'm so tired."

"Me too." Elliot groaned, "You know, that wasn't exactly what I meant…your legs do make a nice…sort of cover thing though. I am warmer."

"Mmmhmm." Olivia mumbled, her eyes already closed. She rolled on her side a little and curled up slightly for extra warmth. Her hair was a mess on the seat, spilling across it in dark strands. The moonlight accentuated the contrast of her eyelashes against her skin and the slightest of shadows they created. She sighed contently, blowing another puff of breath into the freezing air, reminding him of how cold it was. Her fingers were digging into her coat from where they peeked out her sleeves, fingernails going the slightest blue.

Elliot rubbed his hands together, breathing into them to add to the heat production. He continued warming them, slowly turning them back to their normal colour instead of a purplish gray-pink.

Olivia sniffled and wiped her nose on the back of her hand, making Elliot aware that she was, in fact, awake. He watched her stare at the back of the seat in front of her as he warmed his hands. She was deep in thought and Elliot could only guess about what; so many possibilities.

Elliot placed a hand on her back and rubbed gently. Olivia looked up and gave him a small smile before turning back to the seat, listening to the quietly dieing wind. Elliot lightly skimmed his fingers down her back before gingerly moving up the inside of her coat, "Is this okay?" he asked in a whisper when he felt her tense.

"Yeah." Olivia replied, almost breathlessly.

Elliot gently began working the tension out of her muscles, coiled due to the cold. He slowly moved up her spine, gently pressing and rubbing, moving in tiny circles. Olivia began to relax into Elliot's massage, sighing deeply and falling into a sort of hypnotic state. Elliot continued, slowly moving back down her spine, "I'm sorry about what Ryan did," he murmured quietly.

Olivia nodded, biting her lip, "Me too," she whispered.

Elliot reached the small of her back and gently tugged at the hem of her shirt, silently asking if it was okay. Once again, Olivia nodded, eyes kept on the back of the passenger seat. Elliot slowly slipped his hand up the back of her layered shirts, his fingertips coming into contact with her smooth skin. Olivia shivered at his touch, goose bumps spreading like wildfire across her skin. Elliot smiled at the tiny bumps he felt as his fingers slowly traveled further. He let his fingers skim across her spine, listening to her breathe as he moved.

Her breaths were slow and smooth, calming like the ocean as it gently rocks you. Elliot watched her eyes flutter closed, finally losing interest in the back of the passenger seat. He smiled to himself as they found a pattern, her breathing sort o matching the circles he had begun to draw on her skin. The circles were slow and lazy, not quite round but enough to be called a circle. Gently caressing her skin, never had he dared to be so intimate with his partner in his life.

Olivia let out a deep breath, enjoying the fact she was no longer shivering. Elliot's fingers felt like fire, warming her to her toes. She could feel herself semi-drifting in a sort of limbo.

Elliot's hand settled, palm flat against her back, spreading more heat through her body. Olivia smiled to herself, she couldn't help it. After all the bad things that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, her partner still had her back.

"Olivia!" Her eyes snapped open just in time to feel Elliot's weight on her, his hands over her head before a smash was heard.

Olivia screamed at the sudden impact of everything as shards of glass shattered over her head, small pieces settling in her hair as the wind pushed in and invaded the once slightly-less-than-freezing car. She shuddered underneath Elliot as his body pressed against hers. The cold was once again biting at her skin and twisting its way through her clothing. At this rate they were definitely looking at hypothermia as a possibility.

"What happened?" Olivia asked, opening her eyes, not realizing she had closed them. She was met with eyes of the most intense blue as Elliot blinked back at her, his forehead pressed against hers.

"You're going to laugh at this," he grinned, lips millimeters from hers.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked, trying her best to smile despite the effects his proximity was having on her.

"A branch fell and smashed the front passenger window." He was right, she laughed as did he. His head fell against her shoulder as she laughed into his neck, her hot breath making him shiver as it traveled past the collar of his coat.

"This is ridiculous," She mumbled against his skin, "Cragen is never going to send us anywhere again. Maybe he will kill us."

"Probably," Elliot sighed as their laughter died down.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes as the snow began to blow into the car. Elliot remained on top of Olivia, one of his knees resting between her thigh and the back of the seat, the other leg bent a bit and resting across hers. His head was still against her shoulder, his elbows supporting his weight as they sat each side of Olivia's head, his hands connecting at the armrest on the door. He slowly began to maneuver himself to sit up before Olivia grabbed hold of his coat, "Don't." she whispered.

"Why not?" Elliot asked quietly, hovering above her, searching her eyes.

Olivia's lips quirked at the corners as she tried to feign innocence, instantly making Elliot smile, "What happened to 'body heat', Stabler?"

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Joe Hollister is actually Olivia's real father - it's mentioned in season 8.

I'm going on camp on wednesday so this might be my last chapter until next weekend...DON'T KILL ME!

I'll try and start writing the next one later today.

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