Chapter two!! This one is a little short, because I had a bit of a block. But sing-songy Kristin Chenoweth style I worked through it! So tell me what you think, and THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH for the lovely reviews and comments! Enjoy, R&R, and FOREVER E/O!

Olivia woke up, blinking a couple times like she always did. As soon as her eyes were fully open, she remembered everything that had happened the night before, especially the warmth of Elliot's hands. She rolled onto her back, and moved her hand to the other side of her bed, to reveal only the baron sheets of her bed. Could she have dreamed that Elliot was there?

She sat up, her heart aching with the thought of Elliot not being there. Slipping out of her bed and into her slippers and robe, she began to walk to her kitchen. Walking past her bureau, she noticed something yellow near her head. Walking back to look at herself in the mirror, she noticed a yellow Post-It on the frame of it. Peeling it off, she recognized Elliot's chicken-scratch, which read:

Liv-

It's ten o'clock—don't freak out, I told cragen that you would be a little late.

I didn't tell anyone about last night; I would never do that to you.

I'm glad you got sleep last night. I'll always be there when you need me.

See you around…noonish?

I'll see you at the precinct.

-Elliot

Olivia smiled, her heart fluttering at the fact that Elliot was there for her. Going into her closet, she threw on her black jeans, blue shirt, and black jacket. No matter the case, she felt today was going to be a good day.

Walking into the precinct, Olivia went straight to the coffee machine. The sweet aroma of the caffeinated liquid made her mouth salivate slightly, and to be honest, she needed the caffeine kick. Putting the cup on the platform of the machine, she started it. "Hey, Liv." She heard, and spun around. She saw Elliot leaning against the table, and smiled at her. Looking down at his watch, he said, "Jesus you're punctual. 12:00 exactly."

"Good to see you too," Olivia said, with a chuckle. "Hey, uh," she began in a low whisper, taking Elliot's hands. "Thanks for last night. It really helped me out; I haven't slept that well in months."

Elliot smiled, his pupils almost curving at the bottom with him. "You're welcome, Liv. You deserved a break."

Olivia tugged on his hand, pulling him into the deserted hallway. Once there, she pulled him into a hug. "Thank you," she said, softly.

"Liv, I meant what I said last night." Elliot whispered in her ear.

"I did too, El." Olivia whispered back, and she pulled back from Elliot, but was still in his arms.

"Olivia, I—" but he was cut off by the collision of Olivia's lips, When air became a problem, Olivia released and pulled back.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" Olivia's alarm-clock went off.

"What?!" Olivia moaned, and rolled onto her side to see the time: 6:00 A.M. She leaned against her hand, and found that she was wrapped in a blanket on her couch. She then looked at her calendar on her fridge, and read the date: it was Thursday, not Friday. Work could wait; she needed to do something first.

Walking into her bedroom, Olivia stared at her bed, vivid flicks of images like a movie reel flashed before her eyes, each time making her flinch and wince. Gulping, she cautiously pulled over the covers, and slid her body in the bed. Pulling her covers to her chin, she spread her right arm out to the other side of her bed. Feeling a piece of paper, she grabbed it, pulled her arm out from underneath her sheets, and read the Post-It in the dim light:

Good for you.

-El