Olivia and Elliot sat in her car; a comfortable silence filled the car.

"So what do you want to eat?" Olivia asked, breaking the silence.

Elliot looked at her, a smile tugging at his mouth. "You know what I have been craving a big ass hamburger."

Olivia laughed. "I bet you have. Ok so… Billie Joe's?"

"Hell yes!"

Five minutes later they parked n front of Billie Joe's Bar & Grill. They walked in and waited to be seated.

"Elliot, Olivia!"

"Hey Sam, how're you doing?" Olivia asked, hugging Sam bouvier, a twenty-three year old waiter who has the mind and IQ of a third grader.

"I'm fine, how are you Elliot?" Sam asked, his voice full of glee.

"I'm ok, could be better but…"

Sam nodded his head, his mouth spread in a big smile. "Ok well follow me." He took Olivia's hand and practically dragged her to the back of the restaurant, Elliot following close behind. "The usual booth."

"Thanks Sam." Elliot said, sitting down across from Olivia.

Sam nodded, again a huge smile was on his face, and left. Elliot laughed and looked down at the menu. Damn I wish I could have a beer. Olivia saw him eying the beers. "Go ahead and get one, I won't tell." A smile spread across his face.

After Sam brought their drinks out and took their orders, Elliot and Olivia sat and talked, mostly about work. Fifteen minutes later Elliot was salivating over the burger sitting in front of him. He picked it up and took a huge bite. While chewing he looked at Olivia.

"Is –at oll your gonna eat?" Elliot asked his mouth full.

Olivia looked up from her salad. "Yea why?"

He swallowed shrugged and said, "I was just wondering."

"Well I don't starve myself, as you do, so I don't have to eat as much."

"Uh-huh well I don't ever remember you just eating a salad."

"Shut up." Olivia laughed.

He smiled and took another bite. Fifteen minutes later Elliot sat back in his chair and looked down at his plate. All that was left was a few fries and some lettuce. He picked up his beer and drank the rest of it.

"God I hope you're full." Olivia said, amazed at how much her partner ate.

He reached across the table and grabbed a tomato from Olivia's plate. He popped it in his mouth and smiled.

"Mmm-hmm."

Olivia laughed and shook her head. She enjoyed having the old Elliot back, even if it was just for now.

"Here you go guys!" The waiter laid the check on the table.

Olivia and Elliot both reached for the check at the same time, his hand landed on top of hers. Theirs eyes met for a brief second until he pulled his hand back.

"Um…let me pay." Elliot stammered, still looking into her chocolate brown eyes.

"No I will." Olivia said feeling her face turn red.

"you've had to deal with enough shit from me so the least I can do is pay for lunch, the whole…twelve dollars and eighty-four cense." He said looking down at the bill.

Olivia sighed in defeat. "Fine but I'm paying you back."

"No you're not Liv." Elliot said as he took out his wallet out of his back pocket and laid the money on the table. "But you could pay the tip." He added with a smile.

When they arrived back at the precinct, it was oddly quiet. Elliot took his and Olivia's coat and hung them up.

"Where is everyone?"

"I have no clue." Elliot went to the captain's office, knocked on the door and walked in, Olivia following him.

"Where is everyone Cap'n?"

"We've had a busy day Elliot."

"You should have called us if you needed help."

Cragen shook his head. "You two needed the break, especially you Elliot." Elliot opened his mouth to speak but the captain cut him off. "I'm giving the both of you the rest of the day off and tomorrow also."

"Captain…"

"…we don't need any time off."

Cragen looked at the weary detectives in front of him. There was no doubt that they needed time off, especially Elliot.

"We're not going to argue over it understand?"

Elliot and Olivia hung their shoulders in defeat and walked out into the bullpen.

"I don't need any friggin time off! That's the last thing I need right now." Elliot said, slamming his locker shut.

"Let's get together tomorrow for dinner or something." Olivia suggested as they walked out of the station house.

He nodded. "Yea that sounds good."

When Elliot was in his car and driving towards the Queens Borough Bridge, he started to think about what happened between him and Olivia. When their hands touched at Billie Joe's something flew through his veins. What was so different about this time? Our hands always find a way to touch.

When he pulled into his driveway, he turned his car off and opened his door to the cold December air. He walked to the front door and pulled out his key. Elliot hesitated before he unlocked the door, not wanting to go into the empty house. Once inside he took off his coat and jacket, loosened his tie and went to the kitchen. He looked at the clock on the wall. Four fucking 'o clock! He sighed and opened the refrigerator and took out a beer. He was already bored. He looked around the kitchen. There were dishes still in the sink from the night that Kathy left. He finished his beer and went to put it in the trash but it was overflowing with garbage so he sat it on the countertop. He went upstairs to change.

When Elliot came back down he turned on the stereo in the living room. He went back into the kitchen and started to wash the dishes. Once he was done he got another beer from the refrigerator; before he closed the door he noticed the milk carton. I haven't drunk any milk in a while. He took it out and sniffed it. Elliot almost gagged; he looked at the expiration date. November 12th, more than a month old! He looked through the rest of the fridge and found numerous foods that were molding. He was in the middle of putting back all the foods that weren't spoiled when the doorbell rang. Puzzled, he jogged to the door.

Olivia had no idea what he was doing on Elliot's doorstep, in queens, at six 'o clock. When he opened the door Black Sabbath was blaring in the background. She hadn't expected him to look like he did when he opened the door. He had on dark, tight jeans and a black Aerosmith concert t-shirt that hugged at his chest.

"Uh hi"

"Hi um… come in." Elliot stepped aside to let Olivia in. She noticed that he was barefoot. Elliot turned the music down. "Um not that I don't like your company Liv but… why are you here?"

"I figured since we both don't have anything to do, we could have dinner together."

"So you come all the way out to Queens?"

"Yea I guess I did." Olivia said with a smile.

She followed him into his kitchen. "I'm afraid I don't have anything to eat." He said as he opened his refrigerator to reveal a jar of jalapeños, a few bottles of beer, and a jar of pickles.

"Yea I can see that.

"Do you just want to order pizza?"

"Sounds good to me."

After Elliot had called and ordered pizza, he and Olivia sat on his couch with their beers.

"What year is that from?" Olivia asked, pointing to Elliot's shirt.

"1980. I was seventeen years old. I had just gotten my Mustang fixed up that day."

"What was the year of your 'Stang."

"'67."

"Wow that's a nice year. I never had a car. I couldn't afford one 'cause I had to take care of my mom."

The doorbell rang just then. Elliot got up and picked up the money sitting on the table. He came back in with two large pizzas in his hands. Olivia got up from the couch and followed him into the kitchen.

"You got pepperoni right?"

"Of course I did. How could I forget?"

"Good, 'cause you know I would've kicked your ass if you didn't."

"Exactly why I ordered it."

Olivia put two pieces of pepperoni on her plate and walked back into the living room.

Elliot watched her every move, noticing the graceful way she walked, the way her ass…no! I can't think about her. God help me. Just then the music stopped and Boston started playing. He grabbed one piece of pepperoni and one piece of the supreme and went into the living room. He plopped down on the couch next to Olivia.

"Good choice."

"I've always loved Boston."

They ate in silence for a while.

"Liv?"

"Yea?"

"Thanks."

Olivia looked him in the eyes. God he is irresistible. "For what El?"

"Everything. I mean you've been here when I needed someone to talk to. And… I know i've been a drunken ass lately so I'm sorry."

Olivia smiled and leaned in to give Elliot a hug. They stayed in each others arms for a few minutes. Then he lifted Olivia's chin and kissed her lightly on the lips. When they broke away, they sat there staring into each others eyes.

Olivia was speechless. The man she dreamed about night after night had just kissed her. Her partner! Shit! "Uh… I- I'm getting some more pizza." She slipped out of his strong arms and ran into the kitchen.

Elliot watched her run off then looked down at her full plate of pizza. Why did I do that? Now I've run her off. He shook those thoughts from his head and followed Olivia into the kitchen. She was leaning on the counter, running her fingers through her hair.

"Liv…" he slowly walked towards her. "I'm sorry, I didn't…" by this time he was so close to her, he could feel her breath on his skin. He looked into her eyes. Olivia wrapped her arm around Elliot's neck, pulling him closer. Their lips crashed together. Olivia moaned into his mouth as his tongue caressed hers. He moved to unbutton her blouse but before he could undo the second button, the phone rang. He laid his forehead on her shoulder. "Damn!" Elliot reluctantly walked to the phone and answered. His face fell when Kathy answered him.

"Elliot we need to talk."

"I'm kind of busy right now Kathy." He shot a glance over at Olivia.

"Of course you're busy, you were always busy!"

"Kathy please let's not get into this right now. Please." She didn't say anything. "What did you call for?"

"He heard her sigh on the other end. "I have to know something."

"Ok…?"

"Did you ever cheat on me with Olivia?"