A/N: I couldn't help but keep writing…so I gave you guys an extra chapter before next Sunday!

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Olivia spent the next few hours attempting to get some sleep. Despite the fact that she was freezing, she also couldn't stop thinking about Elliot.

He had sounded like a child on the phone, he had sounded giddy, excited even - something was really off.

She ran her hands through her hair and sighed. I guess the only way to find out what was up with Elliot was to meet him at the park. It was not quite five am; she had an hour to mentally prepare herself. For God Sakes Olivia, she chided herself. You're a cop. You are trained to go into situations that you are unprepared for! What are you worried about?

What was Olivia Benson worried about?

For twelve years she had managed to completely stifle any strong emotions she had. Being exposed to the horrors of the world had desensitized her. A normal human being would crumble under that sort exposment.

But Olivia had learned from year one how to almost completely hide her feelings. Of course she had a few slip ups here and there over the years where a certain case had just struck a cord with her or she related to a certain victim - but for the most part she only allowed herself to cry in private and she certainly hadnt really let herself love in a long time.

Oliva was afraid of cracking.

She had always known that Elliot was the one person who could ever crack her - make her feel something...different - and she had worked so hard to distance herself in order for that never to happen.

Olivia quickly changed her clothes, throwing on a few different layers. By the looks of outside, the storm hadn't let up in the slightest. It had snowed through the night and she estimated there was almost a foot if not more accumulated on the sidewalks already. The street was coverered and she suspected that ice had found its way over the road ways. There were no taxis in sight...she was going to have to walk the few blocks to the park.

Climbing down the flights of stairs and exiting her apartment building, she pulled her coat around her tighter. It was freezing. Why was she letting Elliot pull her out in this?

She trusted him...that's why. I would follow him anywhere...she thought.

As she rounded the first corner, a fluttering paper caught her eye. She quickly bent down and grabbed it before it took off into the wind.

You Have Been Warned:

This man is extremely dangerous

The flyer had a pixilated picture of a man - dark hair, dark skin - too fuzzy to really be identified, but Olivia recognized the man from a case she had been working on the previous day. He was one of the four suspects she had gathered from a girl named Jenny Fort's case. She hadn't had time to track them down individually.

The girl had been raped and brutely murdered. She had been practically ripped apart - the killing was most certainly out of anger.

The flyer frusterated Olivia and reminded her that she really should be working instead of playing along with Elliots games. People were in danger out there and she was out chasing Elliot around.

Elliot Stabler was nervous. Standing there by a park bench watching the snow fall and waiting for...Olivia...he was nervous.

Last night, Elliot had been home for only an hour and had already pounded back three beers. He had looked out the window and had seen the snow. It had gotten him excited...the powdery white substance had sparked a childlike nerve in Elliot and the only person he could think of to share his excitement with was Liv.

She was the only person he thought of when he was happy, he had realized. Sure, his children came first. But when it came to the first person he would go to to share good news - it was Liv. When he thought of who he would tell if something had gone terribly wrong...that was Liv too. The more he thought about, Liv was the only person he was really close to...

It had taken Elliot twelve years to realize it...but he might actually love Olivia Benson...yet there was nothing he could do about it.

They were friends, partners, co-workers...but nothing more. Ever.

It was twenty five minutes passed six and he was beginning to fear she wouldn't show. Of course she isn't going to show up...she must have thought I sounded like a lunatic when I called. He shook his head. He had really screwed this one up. He would just blame it on the alcohol, he decided.

He waited five more minutes - he checked his watch once more and shoved his hands in his pockets. He was about to walk back when he saw her.

She was walking towards him, her head ducked because of the wind and snow. She was dressed in her regular long black jacket, dark wash jeans, and brown knee high boots. Her dark hair was down and blowing around her face. Despite being bundled up and covered from neck down, Elliot still found her beautiful. He had secretly always found her beautiful. How could any guy not? She had a stunning figure, a exotic face, and her confidence and independence was possibly the most attractive thing about her.

How many times had he thought of taking into the interrogation room and -

"So, I'm here," she said staring him directly in the eyes. Her face and tone of voice said it all - she obviously confused at the way Elliot was acting...and to be honest Elliot was confused by his actions too.

He nodded and smiled, a little embarrassed, "Yes you are."

She opened her mouth slightly, an act he noticed she did a lot. It was like she wanted to speak but was too shocked or confused to say anything at all.

How many times had he thought of slipping his tounge -

"Elliot?" She interrupted his thoughts again. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?" she asked expectantly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you call me up at midnight and begged me to spend time with you... in the snow?" she smiled at this, "whats wrong with you?"

His mind raced with how he could explain. Excuse...Excuse...Excuse...

He furrowed his eye brows but smirked at her, "Honestly Liv I was drunk," he said sheepishly. She scowled. He wondered if she could tell he was lying.

"You were drunk huh?" she shook her head. "Then tell me Elliot, why are you here now? Are you drunk now too? Because you seem perfectly sober to me," she said.

She wasn't buying it. He hung his head.

"Tell me the truth El...We have known each other for too long, I can tell when you are lying to me," she said soflty.

"I dont know Liv," he replied looking into her eyes.

"You don't know?" she replied. She waited a second for him to respond and when he didn't, "Elliot. We cannot just sit around shooting the breeze, you know that," she chided, "we have cases and work to do and-"

"Olivia," he barked, "I just wanted to spend time with you," he spelled it out slowly.

She opened her mouth slightly again. Her eyes filled with confusion.

"Why?"

"Because were friends - aren't we?" he asked.

"Well, yes - "

"and friends spend time together, am I correct?"

"I guess - "

"Outside of work, right?" he prodded.

She cleared her throat, "I suppose,"

"Then whats wrong with it, Liv?"

"I guess...I don't know...I mean why now?" she asked.

"Why not now?" he shrugged.