A/N I know I know it's short but I had trouble writing this chapter. I really need feedback as to how this story should go! I'm getting bored and may quit if I don't know where to take it! Please enjoy!

Elliot sped his Jet Ski up to the side of the boat hardly even attempting to tie it up. He simply threw the ropes down on the porch and hoped it wouldn't drift too far.

Elliot's fist connected with the glass door harder than he had planned and it caused the whole frame to rattle as he continued to bang.

"I'm coming! Hold on!" he heard a male voice from inside shout. Elliot's fists tightened as he heard the same man's voice that had been in the background of his and Olivia's phone call the night before.

His eyes darted around what he could see from outside the door to the living room.

Everything looked nice, it was decently decorated, there was an enormous amount of fishing gear along the deck and railings, but the thing that caught his eye the most was the navy blue NYPD jacket draped across the back of the couch. Elliot would know that jacket anywhere, when he and Olivia were on the job he would nearly faint at how that jacket swallowed her whole and made her look so small yet so strong at the same time. He knew for a fact that this was the guy and that his Olivia was in there.

Suddenly the man rounded the corner drying off his hair with a small towel as another was tied around his waist. Elliot's mind quickly jetted to the worst-case scenario. As quickly as the door opened Elliot's fingers were wound around the man's neck. Elliot pushed him against the wall; all he could see was Olivia moaning this man's name and not his. Elliot could see her underneath this man, forgetting about him and then the worst of them all, he could see her with Greg's baby, he was picturing all this while his fingers tightened around the man's throat.

Greg had been flailing around kicking and scratching and punching anything he could find until his knee finally met its mark and rammed into Elliot's groin. Elliot's fingers quickly retracted from his neck and went down to hold his groin as he fell on the floor.

Greg ran around to the counter while his assailant still lay recovering on the floor, his fingers found the metal he was looking for and quickly pointed the gun at his unknown attacker.

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Greg gasped still recovering from almost being strangled.

Elliot looked up from his place on the ground still holding his groin, "Like you don't fucking know. Now where the fuck is she?"

"Olivia?"

"YES! Olivia!" Elliot stood walking toward him seemingly unfazed by the gun pointed directly at him, "Now where- the- hell- is- Olivia." His breath was heavy as the fire in his eyes burned holes through Greg.

"So you're Elliot." Greg lowered the gun slightly, realizing whom this man was and what type of shape he was in.

"Yes, I'm Elliot, who the fuck else would I be?" His nostrils flaring as he spoke.

"She left about an hour and a half ago, she was on her way back to talk to your cheating ass last I heard." Quickly Elliot's mind raced, she was either already at the boat or had left for good.

"So you didn't… she didn't…" Elliot's voice trailed off realizing his earlier mistake.

"What? Sleep together? No. I love Olivia, don't get me wrong, but we have not been like that in quite sometime. She wasn't in the settling down kind of life back when we were together and New York was calling her. So no, she stayed in my guest room and I stayed in my room. I wouldn't put her through that and especially when she was just cheated on for the fifth time in her life."

Elliot's eyes glazed over thinking about all the pain he had put Olivia through. He also thought about how he had just misjudged and almost killed this guy who was just trying to help Olivia when Elliot couldn't. Greg was only there for her as a friend and now he had assumed the worst of her when she had been nothing but faithful to him even though she had the opportunity to be with someone she once loved.

"Oh… Shit…" Elliot mumbled as he sank into a bar stool stationed at the island countertop.

"Yea. Oh shit." Greg replied sarcastically as he continued to rub his throbbing neck where the impressions from Elliot's fingers were already forming.

"Dude, you have to understand-" Elliot began, but before he could continue Greg held up a hand.

"Listen dude, I understand your reasons for trying to kill me, even though they are rather rash… But you cannot do this to every person Olivia sees. She deserves better than some jealous bastard who doesn't listen to the facts before strangling someone." Greg paused taking in that Elliot was deep in thought.

"I know, she deserves better than me… but what am I supposed to do? I love her! I cannot let her go now, not after everything we've been through and everything we've worked through… I know I have to trust her more and I am very sorry for almost killing you, but you have to understand what thinking of her with other people does to me."

"Oh I know," Greg replied, "It's the same way I felt when she left me for New York City, but you also have to let her go if that's what is best for her and what she wants."

Elliot sighed and looked down, knowing Greg was right on many levels. He was a jealous bastard first off, and second off he knew that if she wanted to go he had to let her. He couldn't stand in her way if that's what was best for her.

Elliot made eye contact with Greg for the first time since he had his fingers around his neck, and there he saw forgiveness and understanding. He now understood why Olivia was so drawn to him and why she had found him when she was in need of help. Greg truly was a good guy and truly cared for Olivia's well being. Olivia deserved someone like him, who wouldn't go bust down the door of an ex-boyfriend to 'rescue her'.

"Go." Greg stated simply.

"What?" Elliot looked up confused.

"You need to go get your girl, any guy who would be this torn up about a girl deserves her. Just next time, ask before trying to murder someone." Greg laughed still touching his neck for emphasis.

"You- you're not gonna- I don't know- press charges- or tell Liv?" Elliot asked dumb struck at his obvious forgiveness.

"Telling Olivia is up to you, and as for pressing charges- no. I wouldn't do that to Olivia, and as long as you swear to trust her, never do anything that stupid again, and take care of her, you can go with my blessing."

"I swear, thank you so much- Greg right?" Elliot extended his right hand.

"Yes. I'm glad I at least knew your name or I would have flipped out." Greg shook Elliot's hand firmly as Elliot laughed.

"Yea, as much as I'd like to pretend that person was someone else, no just me. Thanks again though Greg." Elliot turned to leave.

"Hey!" Elliot turned back around, "Take care of Livvy for me, she deserves to be happy."

"I will."

And with that Elliot left, going to go talk to Olivia and make this all right.

A/N I know it's short but I promise the SMUT is coming, it all depends on how you want this story to go and on the amount of reviews. I don't know whether I want Olivia to ask where he was and he lies or he tells her and she gets mad, I'm not sure if she should even find out… also how does pregnancy sound? Just running some ideas off y'all. Please lemme know! Also my step mom died and I am planning the funeral so I don't know yet when I'll be updating anyways- Love y'all!

-Roe99