I've been in hiding. Don't hate me. My life has given me no time for fun things anymore, but I'm really in the mood to write and I really really miss the good ol' days of SVU. I saw a first season episode and I am craving EO. I have really hated the show so much over the past two years that it took me this long to even care about writing the rest of this fan fic. But I'm excited again. So here's the second Chapter. And I promise I'll finish it this time. I'm gonna try to keep it at 10 chapters.

Necessities

Elliot dialed her cell phone one more time then slammed the door of his Sedan and walked towards his front porch in Queens.

"Liv, are you mad? I know it's late…."

He looked at his watch. 2am.

"…we need your input on the rape kit. Also, …I needed to talk to you about something on a personal issue. It would definitely require a drink. I was thinking after work tomorrow. Didn't want to talk in front of guys. Text me when you get this."

He clicked the phone shut and unlocked the door. The house was dark. Kathy and the kids were sound asleep. He slipped his shoes off and fumbled for the stairs as he unbuttoned his shirt. The sharp edge of a Lego caught the arch of his foot.

"AH! God-damn-it, mother f-err-Eli," he hissed.

After climbing over a mountainous pile of laundry and brushing his teeth in a sink that looked more like a toilet, Elliot finally made it into his bedroom. His pants fell to the floor, while his cell phone and badge were neatly placed on top of the clutter filled nightstand. Before he could lift the sheets on the bed he noticed two lumps instead of the expected one. The first lump was Kathy lightly snoring in feedil position. The second lump was smaller and sprawled out in the form of his drooling five year old. Kathy mumbled in his direction.

"Eli had a bad dream."

"Again," Elliot whispered.

"Yes. You'll have to sleep on the couch."

"Ah- Jesus, You've gotta be kidding me. I'm putting him back in his room."

"Elliot it took me two hours. You're not moving him. Just leave him."

Elliot grabbed his watch and phone back off the nightstand in a fit of muted rage. "You gotta put an end to this. He's too big for this shit."

His knee banged the corner of the bed frame as he stomped on one of Kathy's high heels.

"Gahhhh!"

"Quiet!" Kathy whispered.

"And what happened to cleaning, Kath? The house is a mess."

"Screw you! I do a lot of things with my day, I had no time for cleaning."

Elliot fumed with annoyance. Nobody respected him in the household anymore. Not even his committed wife. Eli's night terrors only heightened the tension. It got to a point where sleep was more important than discipline and marriage.

So Elliot found himself, yet again, on the 25-year-old plaid sofa in the game room. His grandmother's afghan was still balled up at the end of the couch where he had left it last night when he fell asleep while watching sports updates on ESPN and porn. If he had any pride left in his body he would have looked at his life with disgust, but as time went by he grew to fall complacent and lazy when it came to these issues. Wedlock, kids, and making love alone were a mundane routine. Besides he had enough drama in his life, the last thing he wanted was to disrupt his home life.

He clicked on ESPN for some much needed relaxation. As late as it was, he was wide-awake. His phone buzzed indicating a text message.

"Talk. When," was all it said.

He texted back ", U me OMally's. 2morrow."

"Fine"

"U mad me"

"No."

There was a pause as Elliot began to text back. She texted again.

"I was. Over it. Good nite."

He knew a begrudged woman like the back of his hand, and this woman's grudge was not one he wanted to mess with. He called her.

"El, go to bed. I'm sure Kathy would appreciate it."

"I've got couch duty again. What are you mad about?"

She paused and lied…a little. "I just…eh…it's nothing. I don't like my time being wasted, so if I'm not needed on scene, then I'd appreciate not being called in…but whatever, it's fine."

"Passive aggressive."

"You know, why would you understand. It's late, I'm going to bed."

"Hold up. I'm not a mind reader. What did I do?"

"That's not the point."

"What's the point then Liv?"

"The point is that I can't do my job when my unit is off ogling the witnesses."

"Oooh. You're not jealous are you?"

"Oh, Elliot, Screw you!"

"Heard that one before."

"I don't like what's become of this team, Elliot. If you're not gonna stay focused or keep me in the loop then maybe it's time for you to…"

"What? Time for me to Retire."

"Yes."

"You know I can't do that."

"Then maybe I should retire."

"No way. If I gotta stick it for 4 more years, you're staying with me."

"Why because you need a babysitter?"

"No because I need consistency. I'm too old to be dealing with new partners."

"Glad to know it wasn't because you'd miss me."

"Aw, geez, come on, Liv. You know I'd miss you. Hell, I wouldn't know what to do without you anymore. I'd be completely useless."

"That's the truth."

" Liv, I'm sorry you're feeling left out. However, I did call you 4 times tonight to get your input, so …"

"You did. I know. Eh…I guess I'm in a mood. Can we just forget about it? And can you keep your flirting to a professional level."

"Done."

"Great."

They both paused. He imagined her lying in bed, hair a mess, fingers twisting around the edge of the blanket the same way they twisted around her pencil. Elliot lived for their silence. It was like denial and addiction at the same time. This was the right moment. Without thinking he said it.

"I have cancer."

There was another pause. This time the silence was completely different. He backtracked.

"I…I mean, it's not a big deal. I've known about it for about six months. They did some tests. They're gonna go in there and take it out the end of next week. It's a quick procedure. In and out."

"Not…Not a big deal. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just did."

"Well…god…Elliot, what kind of cancer? How bad is it? How long will you be out? I can't believe you didn't tell me. This is what I'm talking about. Leaving me out and then wanting my help! It's…."

Elliot head dropped with guilt. He continued. "I know. It's just hard to talk about. It's prostate-"

"Prostate! Isn't that the bad kind?"

"It's not good, but the doctor says it's not bad. We caught it early. Surgery should kill it. I'll probably need a week off, but Doctor says I can at least be office bound until it heals completely. They won't know until after the surgery how long that could take. I guess, it depends on how fast I heal. And I didn't tell you, because I didn't tell anybody. I mean, Kathy knows, but I just… I don't want to make a big deal about this okay. I'm fine. I'll be fine."

"Yeah…."

"Yeah. I'm gonna be fine. I heal fast."

"Yeah."

"Liv?"

"Yeah?"

"Still want that drink?"

"Definitely."

He could hear her sleepy smile. "Tomorrow then."

"Good night."

He waited for her to click the phone off first. It was nights like these where he was glad that he had Liv. Kathy was his right hand confidant, but Olivia kept him alive. She forced him to question and think. Gave him a reason to go to work. Focused him. Healed him. He needed her more than he wanted to admit.

He looked down at his aging body. Thoughts of retirement buzzed in his head. He feared the day. And besides the grey chest hair and the tiny fast food gut, he was in amazing shape. He looked great. Felt great. The idea of this body having cancer and his life being changed by retirement was something he didn't want to come to terms with. Refused to come to terms with.

He clicked on skinamax. A shorthaired brunette lay on an office desk topless as a man went down on her.

He felt himself grow hard, an action that may not ever happen again after surgery next week. Since finding out about the cancer he found himself using it as much as he could. Even when Eli wasn't in his bed he would come downstairs to relieve himself or at least attempt to. Cancer makes relief a difficult task.

The brunette on TV had familiar eyes. Brown wide. Her nipples were tiny and brown, and as she touched them he began to touch himself. His thoughts ran together with the porn star and real life.

He pictured Olivia bent over her desk in a short skirt, glancing over her shoulder with an erotic glance.

He grabbed her hips and rubbed himself between her legs. She had on his favorite pair of underwear, red silk with lace trimmings. He only knew this because he'd catch the top of them every so often when she bent over. He'd even bought the same pair for Kathy hoping she'd take the hint. Elliot pushed thoughts of Kathy out of his mind and pretended to rub the tip of his penis over Olivia's silky area. He pulled the lace to the side and forced himself inside of her. She was tight then wet, and she moaned for more.

Elliot's hand moved faster. His hips moved with the images in his head. Olivia's backside pressed into him as he thrust inside of her. Her bare breasts bounced and grazed the desk beneath them. She was getting closer to climaxing and he was right there with her. His eyes opened to the porn on TV and the climax slowed some. The woman on TV was now giving a blowjob. Elliot closed his eyes again; he had to see Olivia's face. She was on her knees now. Slowly her face tilted up towards his. She kissed the head of his penis. Took him in. He started to move his hand faster. Concentrating on her face and her lips around him. The images flickered. Munch was now in the room. Then Fin. Drinking coffee. They weren't even paying attention to Elliot and Olivia, but they were there in his mind. Elliot pushed the images to the side or at least attempted to. The dreamy Olivia took him into her mouth again nd pulled him faster and faster.

"You want a dough nut, El," dream Munch asked.

Elliot went limp. He held himself and tried to get hard again. It was no good. He watched the TV for inspiration, but now the shorthaired brunette was gone and a blonde with fake tits was taking it anally.

Elliot put his uncooperative disposition away, turned the TV off, and went to bed. The smell of old blanket and dirty kids filled his nose as he curled up under the itchy afghan.

AN: You still with me? Let me know. Later SVU Homies.