I am SO sorry. I really didn't mean to take that long to update but my maths teacher sucks. He screamed at me so I slost my mojo. I'm not even kidding, he fully screamed at me so he needs to just...go very far away.

Anyway, you're reviews were fabulous!

Disclaimer: I was going to bargin with Dick Wolf but he keeps getting really busy. Oh well, guess I don't own them.

For Laura because she's crazy...like me. Sorry Laura, this is the last time "Some back road" is going to be used...maybe.

For Nettie, to cool her off. Damn heat wave!

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14th February,

Some back road, upstate New York.

6:59 pm

Olivia's light breaths warmed Elliot's neck, the heat seeping through the thickness of his coat. The air in the car was now freezing or below and snow had begun to settle around them. There were only a handful of snowflakes but they had melted giving enough moisture to soak through and leave both Elliot and Olivia with a damp chill to the skin. The fact that Olivia was asleep worried Elliot but what worried him even more so was that he was struggling to keep his eyes open, to keep his weight off Olivia and to keep any thought resembling coherence in his head for more than three seconds. The cold was mind numbing; Elliot found humor in the irony of it; the fact that his head was throbbing disproving the name completely and making it anything but.

He could no longer feel his toes, fingers, nose, ears, whether or not his feet were still attached as well as his hands. He felt like he was swaying, ignoring the impulse to drop his head and just sleep. He let his mind drift a little to Ryan. He couldn't exactly picture the man's face at the moment but he knew he wanted to punch it in and arrange it in a way he would remember. Remember. Remember. What did he have to remember? Kids' birthdays? No. Report? Write a statement? Work. What about work? Call Cragen! Oh, they are so dead when he hears about this. Maybe they'll be dead before then. No, no, then Olivia would be dead. How could he not live without Liv? Haha, live without Liv. He couldn't do it. Wait. If they both died out here then he would be dead too and he wouldn't have to worry about dying. But, he would be dead on top of his partner…there are worse ways to go, though.

14th February,

Some back road, upstate New York.

7:07 pm

Bright. Harsh. White. Blinding. Headlights. Car?

Elliot shot up, stumbling to the floor but pushing up again before he could be affected. He scrambled across the compartment separating the two front seats and leant over, slamming his fist onto the horn. He felt Olivia startling awake, the freezing cold biting in at the sound of the noise, making him jump as well.

The car rounded the corner and the lights dimmed slightly. Elliot dropped his hand from the steering wheel at the sight of the vehicle slowing down. Sighing, he let his energy levels drop back to their norm and the adrenaline of possibility leave his body. The silver SUV pulled up on the other side of the road, opposite their sedan. Olivia hadn't said a word but Elliot could hear her teeth chattering.

He shifted into the back seat again and gave Olivia a quick look before quickly opening the door; the blast of snow not affecting them this time, Elliot quickly closed it again and ran across the road to the other car. Olivia sat and stared out the window, time not quite catching up to her as sleep remained in her mind. She felt completely blank as she gazed out at the black road and silhouettes. Elliot eventually finished talking and came back to the car, opening the trunk first before moving back to the driver's side. He pulled the door open and got in before leaning over and opening the glove box. Olivia watched in silence as he pulled out their guns and badges, locking all items away in the small silver box he was carrying, bar his own badge. He got up and slammed the door again, running back to the other car. He stood for a few moments there, dumping the silver box in the back seat and going back to chatting to the driver.

Finally, when Olivia could no longer feel her face, Elliot came back to the car, opening the back door this time, "We've got a lift into town, woman says she knows the owner of the motel." Eliot smiled, teeth chattering. He was obviously proud of himself but Olivia's brain was still lagging so she just looked at him.

"What do you mean 'the motel'? How small is this town exactly?" At least her dry wit hadn't frozen over in the cold.

Elliot just chuckled before sighing, "Do you need me to carry you or can you hobble over?" he asked, still smiling as Olivia looked at him like he was a 500 piece jigsaw and she couldn't find the fourth corner piece, "The car, Olivia. Do you need me to carry you?"

Olivia frowned, blinking a couple of times, she slowly worked out what he was asking but didn't have the capacity to think of an answer that made sense, instead coming up with, "My foot's numb though." Elliot just gave her a look that she assumed she had been wearing earlier.

He quickly shrugged it off, smiling once again, "Even if you can walk it's probably best you don't…for all of us." Elliot motioned for Olivia to come forward, closer to him so he could pick her up. Fortunately for Elliot, the cold had made Olivia compliant and she shifted towards him without argument.

The wind blew against her face in gasps, snowflakes making their way into any possible opening of her jacket as she sat on the edge of the seat in front of Elliot. She rubbed her eye with the heel of her palm as she yawned. The cold had completely frozen her, stiffening each movement and stalling every thought. The fatigue had set in and the effects were written all over her face. Elliot smiled as Olivia sighed, sagging against the seat slightly. She looked up at him, blinking slowly, "Are we gonna get this show on the road or am I gonna freeze my balls off?" Olivia asked, lazily.

Elliot laughed, resting both of his hands on top of the car as he locked his elbows and leaned in, "You don't have any balls, Benson, contrary to popular belief." He grinned at her frown, her pink nose crinkling a little as her cheeks became brighter with their own hue.

"I think 'they' would disagree with you." Olivia sighed as Elliot bent down and scooped her up, knocking the door closed with his hip and clicking the small button on his car key, locking the shonky sedan.

"And who are 'they'?" Elliot grinned, finding this dopey Olivia absolutely hilarious. He wasn't entirely sure of whether she was going to remember this conversation later or if slight hypothermia had a similar effect to alcohol. There was also the fact that Olivia still appeared to be half asleep.

"'Them'," she mumbled, her eyes closing as Elliot carried her across to the other car. The women in the front seat sat grinning at the charming detective. Who said chivalry was dead?

"'Them' who?" Elliot rolled his eyes as he pulled the back door open, placing Olivia inside. She slumped back before falling limply to her side. Elliot quickly pulled himself in as well, slamming the door behind him.

He leant over Olivia and tapped her cheek, "Liv, Livia, c'mon, wake up!" Under the small overhead light of the car Elliot was able to see the bluish tinge Olivia's lips had taken on. Blue on the outer edges but the plumpness of her lips had a purple tinge. Her skin had taken on a dusky pallor; pale and very unlike the golden-bronze tones that usually coloured her features.

"Is she okay?" the woman, who had introduced her self as Jack, asked from the front seat.

Elliot ran his hands down the side of Olivia's face, brushing her hair back and tangling his fingers through her strands, his hands traveled down her arms, each meeting her own freezing fingers. He picked up her left hand and noted her nails turning blue as well.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Elliot asked, still looking Olivia over and trying to warm her hands.

Jack grimaced, "Your partner; is she okay?"

Elliot glanced up, showing the worry on his face before turning back to Olivia. He tapped her cheek some more, trying to wake her. Olivia would mumble and turn away from his hand but only occasionally. "She will be."

"Okay." Jack turned to the front, unsure of whether she believed Elliot or not. She peeled away from the side of the road and slowly began making her way along the deserted asphalt. Elliot reached up and flicked the overhead light off before he adjusted his position. He moved around Olivia, sitting on the far side and resting her head in is lap. She was now sort of curled up, legs bent with her knees tucked up to her chest.

Elliot leaned back and exhaled through his nose, scrubbing his hands over his face. He then rested one hand on Olivia's shoulder, massaging it gently as his other hand stroked her hair lightly.

"You care for her a lot, don't you?" Jack smiled, looking at Elliot via the rear view mirror.

She quickly diverted her eyes back to the road as Elliot exhaled once again, "Yeah, I do," he sighed, "Maybe too much," he muttered but Jack heard.

"You love her, don't you?" she questioned with a small smile on her face.

Elliot looked up meeting her eyes "Yeah, I guess I do."

Jack nodded and faced back to the road. Within a few minutes they were at a small motel. Only a few cars were parked there and the sign outside indicated there was a vacancy at "The Rainbow Motel". The yellow and pink neons from the rainbow were out and the 'n' from 'vacancy' was gone but it was somewhere to sleep. Jack pulled up and parked the car. She turned to Elliot and smiled, "I'll be back in a sec, okay?"

Elliot nodded and began running his hands through Olivia's hair again.

Jack got out of the car, slamming the door and disappearing into the office at the front of the motel. Elliot sat in the silence of the car, the wind outside shifting it slightly when big gusts hit. Olivia mumbled and shifted but didn't wake up. He continued to watch her, smiling to himself at how much he wanted this; how much he wanted to be able to be like this with her when she was conscious and when he was definitely more aware.

Jack broke the silence, swinging open Elliot's door. He instantly felt the chill of the icy wind hit him through his coat, as Jack began speaking to him. He didn't quite understand what she was saying, her words being swept away with the wind. Elliot just nodded when she handed him the key and thanked her when she shook his hand. He smiled when she wished them luck and slid out of the car, lifting Olivia out as well. Jack beeped as she pulled out and then her silver SUV was swallowed by the whirlwind of snow and the black of the night.

Elliot awkwardly checked the number on the motel key as he held Olivia close, balancing the small silver box with their guns and badges. He looked around at the motel, quickly spotting number 11 up a flight of stairs and to the right.

He slowly began climbing the stairs, hoping his limbs would hold out until he got into the motel room. Step after step, his feet became more and more numb. His head kind of swished as he trudged up to the door, leaning against it as he shakily unlocked it. Half falling inside and not bothering with the lights; Elliot welcomed the slightly warmer conditions as he looked around the smallish room. As soon as he saw the double bed he moved to it. He let the small tin box hit the ground and dropped himself and Olivia onto the bed. Too dead to move, Elliot pulled the thick comforter and sheets, as well as any other blankets, around and over himself and Olivia, feeling the warmth already begin to circulate. He pulled Olivia closer, holding her tight and feeling warmer still. He inhaled her shampoo and sighed; letting sleep finally take over. Body heat was definitely the way to go.

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Like I said I am REALLY sorry but blame my school and it's failure at life.

Hope you liked this chappy

I'll work on more when my maths teacher stops hating me...maybe not. You might be waiting a while.

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