From Hell To Heaven

A/N Ok, so I had a less than friendly review, (well that's how I perceived it anyway :/) that kind of knocked my confidence a bit. On the other hand, there are people who are reviewing and who are reading, so they're a real confidence boost, making a real difference to how I write. EOtogetherforever you in particular always help brighten my day and spur me on so thank you. I've decided to not let reviews be an issue. I've always seen writing as my way of putting pen to paper and developing my own ideas, so I'm focusing on writing more chapters rather than panicking over whether people have read it or not. (which stats confirms they have, yet still I worry lol)

Ok, firstly, this was in two chapters but edited them together, seeing as they are both quite short. I liked this chapter as we see a bit of the frustration EO sometimes have with each other, particular when Olivia's in trouble or Elliot's jealous, which one applies here I'll let you decide lol.

Chapter 4-Damaged Trust

Olivia sighed at the mirror for less than a second, before storming from the Interrogation Room. She didn't wait for him, didn't want a torrade of questions she didn't want to answer.

"Liv," She felt his gentle grasp on her arm as she heard his equally gentle voice, trying to stop her fleeing back to the squadroom.

"What, Elliot?" she demanded.

"Just give me a minute, I want to talk to you." She allowed him to guide her in to the Observation Room. She spoke as he quietly closed the door behind him.

"Well, you don't need to talk to me when you can just spy on me." she accused, pulling her arm from his grip.

"I wasn't spying," he defended. "Fin said something was going down between you and some serious cop schmuck. I just wanted to watch your back."

"Behind my back, more like." she muttered.

"Oh come on, Liv, you know I'm just looking out for you."

There was a long silence. Olivia didn't want to leave the safety and security Elliot's presence provided. But at the same time, she knew he'd ask about...

"So what happened last night?" he cautiously asked.

"That is none of your business!" she replied defensively, trying to dodge the question.

"Well, I could always go after that guy, flash my badge and make it official." he hollowly threatened, knowing he would never do anything of the sort, for her sake.

"Sometimes you can be a real bastard, you know that?" she stated rhetorically.

"Yeah, because Kathy didn't tell me that everyday." he quipped sarcastically.

Olivia made to leave but as she tried to get round him, he blocked her path.

"Liv, wait, ok, I'm just worried about you."

"I'm fi..." she began.

"You're not fine!" he interrupted, stepping closer. "From what I heard, at some point last night, you drew your gun on him. That's not you, Liv. Usually you wouldn't let a creep like that in to your apartment, let alone your bed." He regretted it the second he said it.

"You just crossed the line."She barged past him, as he regrettably let her go, knowing how harsh his words sounded.

She held back the tears, as she left him stood there cursing to himself; he had seen straight through her mask. She composed herself in time as Fin called across the squadroom.

"Hey, what'd you do to that guy? The cop." Fin called.

"Why?" she asked, sitting at her desk and sipping the coffee, that, thankfully, was still hot.

"He blew out of here faster than the wind. What'd you do, stick your gun in his face?" he joked.

"Something like that, huh, Liv?" Elliot joked, striding towards his desk, a subtle hint to Olivia that their conversation was not over.

He knew it would take more than joked to undo the damage he had just done with a passing comment. From Olivia's expression he could tell it was going to be a long day.

xXx

By the end of the day, Olivia's mood had not improved, and Elliot decided to keep his distance. It was a painful distance, a distance that made his heart sting everytime he saw her smile falter, or hear her sigh, or even rub her eyes from being tired. He wanted to hold her, tell her everything would be ok, and more importantly, that the worst was behind her. Even if she refused to tell him what the 'worst' had actually been. All he knew was that the worst was not as little as she had told him. 'What happened in that basement?' 'Nothing.'

He wondered if she would ever tell him. He knew it wasn't a matter of trust; she trusted him with her life, she had on several occasions. It was if she could bare for him to see a side of her she had never shown. Vulverable, out of control, desperate. Only Fin and Olivia knew the truth; Elliot hadn't pulled her file. He could have, but he didn't. He respected her far too much and didn't want to betray her privacy so cruelly.

He knew she would tell him, when she was ready. And he would be there for her. Like he's here for her now. He saw her click off her lamp and get up, pulling on her coat.

"Hey, you off home? Want a lift?" he politely asked.

"No, thanks." she replied, not looking at him.

"Hey, Liv, about earlier..."

"No, Elliot, I'm tired, I cannot deal with this, not now, not tonight." He heard the tears in her voice.

"Liv," he began softly, starting to get up.

"Goodnight, Elliot."

She met his gaze for a bare second, revealing the pools glistening in her eyes. But then she turned and left. She was gone.

A/N The next chapter is when we start getting in to the mainplot, an incident in Central Park, of all places, is the pivotal point in the story that kickstarts a sequence of events leading to a revelation for Olivia. One of my favourite chapters is coming up, and I'm resisting the urge to post and post lol x Review if you can. x