A/N: Sorry, this chapter's kinda long and I know the Casey Novak guest appearance is kind of random and pointless, but whatever, I like her better than Alex Cabot and if she can't be on the show she should have a small cameo in here!

I'm going to avoid a question about this chapter and the next: Why are they bickering more than often?

Ok, dude, I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but their characters have known each other for 15 years, not just the 11 seasons, but 15 years, and they're around each other a whole lot as it is. Now he's around her even more, since he's staying at her apartment. I don't know about you guys, but I bicker with people I'm around literally 24/7.

But anyway, carry on. Hope you like it. Reviews? I love you(:

Disclaimer: Not mine, it's Dick's.

Tell me tell me tell me something I don't know, something I don't know, something I don't know! Ha, sorry.

Olivia's alarm went off at five the next morning. She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was the crook of Elliot's neck, she picked up her head, still heavy from crying, and saw the tear stains on his white tee-shirt. He stirred, but didn't wake up as she tried to reach behind her and turn the alarm off. She twisted her body to try and get out of his arms without waking him, but he clutched her back to him, harder, without even waking up.

"Elliot," she said, shaking his shoulder gently.

He mumbled in response.

"El, time to wake up."

"No," he groaned shifting down to the bed, so that he was no longer sitting, but lying. When he did so, Liv broke loose, rolled over, and turned the alarm off.

"El, come on," she said when she turned back towards him.

"But Liiiiv," he said, throwing his arm back around her.

"But Ellll," she said mocking him.

"Not nice," his voice sounded muffled in the pillow.

"If I have to go this morning, then so do you. Come on, time to get up."

"Wake me up when you get out of the shower. Takes you longer. Girl stuff."

"Alright, fine. But you're hopping straight up and running to the shower when I get out or I'm dumping cold water on you."

"Ok, Mom." She smacked him on the head with a pillow and walked into the bathroom. He was chuckling as she closed the door.

Olivia was applying her lipstick when Elliot walked into her room.

"I smell like lavender."

Olivia stopped what she was doing and laughed.

"Can we go grocery shopping after work? I really don't like smelling like lavender."

"What's wrong with lavender? I smell like lavender."

"But you're a woman. It's ok for you to smell like lavender, but I'm a manly man. Manly men do not smell like lavender!"

"Ok, Mr. Testosterone, we can go shopping later. I need food anyway, you eat."

"This is true."

"You almost ready?"

"I'm ready when you are."

Olivia was slipping on her shoes when he asked the inevitable question that she was waiting for.

"Liv?"

"Hmm?" She replied, not even looking up.

"Look at me," he said, leaning up against her dresser.

When she did as she was told he continued.

"What happened at Sealview?"

"Nothing, Elliot," she sighed, looking back down at her shoes.

"Bullshit. If it was nothing I wouldn't have come running in here last night."

"El, please."

"No. We're talking about it. I'm not leaving until we do."

"I'm changing my shirt," she said, trying to get him to leave.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," he said smiling, referring to the time Olivia had to pose as a prostitute to save him.

She looked at him pointedly.

"Besides, you're not changing your shirt anyway. You like that shirt."

"We're still not talking about it."

"Fine. I guess I better get comfortable then," he said, moving to sit down on the bed.

"You're going to be late," she said, standing up and crossing her arms.
"So are you."

"I'll leave. I do have a car you know."

"You wouldn't leave me here to walk to work."

"And what makes you so sure of that, Stabler?"

"Because, Benson, you're too nice to do that. You would never leave me behind."

"Watch me," she said walking out of the bedroom, across the apartment and out the door.

He sat there, silently calling her bluff. When she wasn't back in five minutes he started getting antsy. Five minutes after that, he went down to the garage to find her car gone.

"She left me," he said to himself, standing alone in the parking garage of the apartment building.

Olivia walked into the precinct ten minutes early and smiled when she saw Elliot's empty desk. She knew it was a little mean to leave him there, but it was kind of funny. In a way……. Ok, maybe she felt bad about it, but he didn't have to know that.

She'd been working on the case file from last night when he walked in. She decided to take the cowardly way out and walk into Cragen's office to hand him the completed file before Elliot had the chance to talk to her. She dawdled in there and when she came back she found him sitting on her desk, waiting for her.

"You left me," he said, as she was sitting in her chair.

"I told you I was going to."

"Our conversation from this morning still isn't over."

"Yes it is."

"We'll see."

Elliot gave Olivia the silent treatment for an hour before he broke. She was ok with the punishment for a little while, because it meant he wasn't pestering her about Sealview, but it got old and started bothering her. The only reason he started talking to her was because he was getting bored with the silence. He didn't like not talking to Olivia. It reminded both of them too much of their falling out a couple of years ago, when she ran off to Oregon to work with that Dean Porter. Ugh, he hated him.

When they got off of work at 11 p.m. the two stopped at Denny's Grocery and Convenience store before going home. They were in the personal care aisle fighting over which body wash Elliot should get.

"Liv, this one's fifty cents cheaper."

"But this one smells really good. See," she said, holding the open bottle for him to smell. She was right, it did smell good, but he would never let her win.

"I'm not paying fifty extra cents to smell nice."

"Fine, I'll give you fifty cents for it. I'm the one who has to smell you anyway."

Someone walked by them and whistled. Elliot turned his head, ready to smart off thinking it was some jerk checking out Olivia, when they saw none other than ex-ADA, Casey Novak, smiling at them.

"Hey lovebirds," she said smiling.

"Casey!" Olivia yelled, hugging her.

"Hey, Olivia," Casey said back.

"And we're not lovebirds."

"Yet," Casey said as they separated.

Olivia and Elliot looked at each other and rolled their eyes at the same time, causing Casey to laugh.

"So have you two been?"

"Great," Elliot replied. "Have you been?"

"I've actually been pretty good. I'm working again, juvenile court."

"That's great, Case," Olivia replied.

"Thanks. So, Elliot how's Kathy and the kids?"

"Well, she hates me, but other than that, they're fine. How's Chester been holding up at Riker's?"

"I go and see him as much as I can. He's doing alright, considering. So you and Kathy split up?"

"As of yesterday, actually."

"Wow. Well, I'm sorry."

"Why? I'm not."

Olivia just looked up at him and arched an eyebrow.

"What? It was going to happen eventually. What better time than now, right?"

"I guess," Olivia said, putting the body wash she preferred into the cart while he wasn't looking.

"Well, I've got some shopping to do. See you guys around," Casey said, pushing her cart down the aisle.

Elliot turned back to his partner, who was standing in front of the cart, trying to block the body wash from sight. Elliot reached behind her and pulled the body wash out of the cart and held it above their heads.

"Ok, Liv, let's make a deal. I'll get the body wash…. If you say I'm the master."

"No!"

"Fine, we're getting the cheap stuff."

"I can get it back without saying it."

"Bet you can't," he said as she started jumping up towards his out stretched arm. He danced away from her whenever she got too close to getting it.

When he thought he had won, Olivia jumped at him, threw an arm around his neck, and grabbed the body wash. He tried to fight back and the two fell onto the floor, laughing like a couple of love struck teenagers, receiving stares from store clerks.

Elliot looked up at Olivia, who had landed on top of him, smiled and grabbed the body wash out of her unsuspecting hand.

"Say it and I'll buy it."

"Ugh, fine. You're the master."

"See, how hard was that?"

"The hardest thing I've ever had to do, actually."

"Uh, Liv?"

"Yeah?"

"Mind getting up so I can put this in the cart?"

"Oh, yeah," she said standing up and helping her partner to his feet.

"It does smell good though," he said, pushing the cart toward the check out aisle.

When they got home, Olivia went straight to bed. Elliot on the other hand could not do so. It wasn't that he wasn't tired, because he was exhausted, and it wasn't that the couch wasn't comfortable, because boy, it was; he just wasn't used to sleeping alone.

Just laying there was boring him, and he was getting slap happy from sleep deprivation, so he decided to aggravate Liv. He always found that amusing.

Liv! Wakey wakey sunshine! - El, he texted her.

Two minutes later, he got a response.

What? - Liv

He chuckled quietly. This was going to be fun.

Marry me? - El

What?! - Liv

But I love you sugarcakes (: -El

Liv read the message, grabbed her robe, and stormed out to the living room.

"You woke me up? To propose to me? Seriously, Elliot, I'm fucking exhausted!" She cussed very seldom, but she hadn't slept properly in ages, and she was in a very restful sleep when he woke her up.

"Jeeze, I guess that was a no."

"YES, IT'S A NO, ELLIOT!"

"Ever heard of letting a man down easy?!" He said, burying his face in the pillow, shaking with laughter, and trying to play it off as fake sobs. He then felt her jump on his back, land wrong, and they flipped off of the couch. He caught himself with one arm before he landed straight on her and the other hand was under her head so that she wouldn't break it.

"This is not funny," she said, trying not to laugh.

"Then why are you smiling?" He said, cheesing like a lunatic himself.

"Because I can smell your body wash that I picked out and it smells really good," she said, unintentionally making it sound like she was surprised her clothes were still on.

"Guess those commercials really are right," he said, smirking.