A/N: Sorry. Fire, death, Christmas, pregnant women, and reading kept me away…

Elliot and Olivia had argued the entire day. Elliot was still dead set on telling Kathy what had happened. Olivia was still firmly against it.

"She's going to kill me, I know it." Olivia grumbled.

"Really? Because I was under the impression that you could kick her ass, any day."

"Don't throw my words back in my face. I'll hate you." She threatened, getting up from her desk to get her second cup of coffee, since arriving at the station house.

"No you won't." Elliot said confidently.

Elliot went home that night, to tell his wife what he had done. He took his coat off and flung it over a nearby chair. She was already asleep when he got there. She woke up when he turned on the bedroom light.

"Elliot…" Kathy sat up and looked at him with a slight glare.

"Kath, we need to talk." Elliot sat down on the end of the bed, turned a bit to the right so he could look at her.

"I don't want to hear it Elliot." She told him as she pulled the covers up and lay back down.

"We really need to talk."

"We'll talk in the morning. Go to sleep." She mumbled.

"No, we need to talk. Now." Elliot said.

He got up and walked to the head of the bed where he found that she had already fallen back asleep. Screw it, He thought to himself. He made his way back downstairs and grabbed his coat on the way out.

Olivia's light was still on. She didn't sleep much. He knew it. Elliot used his key to get inside the apartment building. Once he made it to the right floor, he quickly found her door and knocked.

"Just a second!" He heard from beyond the door.

A moment later the door opened to reveal Olivia, in her Pj's.

"Cute look." He commented.

Olivia stepped back to allow him entrance. He gladly accepted the invitation. That's what he was there for after all.

"She kick you out again? Tell me you didn't tell her." Olivia pleaded as she closed the door behind him and locked it.

"I tried. She wouldn't listen." He shrugged.

"Ha! Wait.. Why are you here then?"

"Nice to know I'm wanted." Elliot replied, taking off his coat while stepping into her living room.

"You're always wanted. Just..It's odd." She told him.

Elliot tossed his coat onto the arm of the couch and plopped down with a huff.

"Didn't want to sleep next to her. It would feel wrong, some how." He explained.

"Interesting, considering it's probably more wrong to be here…" Olivia pointed out.

"Movie." Elliot demanded.

"What am I, your slave?" She asked, but went to pick one out anyway.

"Do my bidding!" He replied in a villainous voice.

Olivia laughed as she put a DVD into the player. She then made her way over to where Elliot was sitting and sat on the floor in front of him.

Twenty minutes into the movie, Olivia decided it was boring and turned it off. Elliot didn't agree at all.

"Hey! I was watching that." He protested.

"Not anymore." She replied, turning to face him. "Talk."

"About what?" He asked.

"Anything. Everything. Nothing." She suggested.

"Not in a talking mood." He said, slouching into the couch and closing his eyes.

"Really?" Olivia asked, as she rose to her knees, in front of him.

She gently placed her hands on his thighs and stroked them up and down, urging them apart.

Elliot eyes opened in shock. He looked down at her and smiled, letting his legs be pushed away from each other so that she could kneel between them.

"What are you in the mood for?" She finished, reaching up and undoing his pants.

After his pants were undone she stood and got up onto the couch, straddling him. Elliot placed his hands on Olivia's waist and pulled her closer. He kissed her softly, as she went to work on his shirt. The kiss quickly grew harder and deeper. Soon Olivia could no longer make her fingers cooperate, her mind was so preoccupied.

Elliot, feeling rather proud that he had such an effect on her, took to exploring her body with his rough hands. First reaching underneath her shirt and finding her firm breasts. He grazed his thumb over her left nipple, loving the way it tightened in response. He did the same to the other and was rewarded with a small moan.

Olivia began rocking her hips over his solid arousal, searching for her release. Elliot, never one to disappoint, removed his right hand from her shirt and let it travel down her stomach, to the waist band of her pants. He slid his hand down the front of her pants and beneath her panties. She jumped slightly when he found her clit and began rubbing, unyielding and deliberate.

He could feel how wet she was for him and it only served to intensify his arousal. She gasped when she suddenly felt his middle finger thrust into her. He moved his finger in and out, adding his index finger, while keeping his thump firmly against her clit.

They both began to feel the need for air and reluctantly broke their kiss. Olivia could feel his rigid member pressed against the inside of her thigh. The thought drove her closer to the edge. She pulled him back for another long lasting kiss, as she rode his hand a little faster. Harder. It wasn't long before she was crying out his name as her orgasm washed over her. She slumped against his hard body for a moment to gather her bearings.

Confusion over took his face the moment she removed herself from his lap. She reached out and took his hand, pulling him off the couch, and in the direction of her bedroom. The confusion was replaced by a gleam in his eye and a smile of anticipation.

You better freaking like it…I'm sleep deprived and grumpy and Philip died.

I miss him.