A/N: I can't sleep. I hate it when that happens. I was sitting up in bed thinking of the stupidest things. Like why three of the posters on my wall are closer together than the rest. Sleep deprivation will do that to you. My alarm was set to go off in four hours. Figured I might as well just get up...

Almost a month later, Kathy still knew nothing of what had taken place between her husband and his partner. Elliot had repeatedly tried to tell her, but something always came up, or she just wouldn't listen. Enough was enough. She had to know, and he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of telling her.

Olivia insisted that it was a bad idea, but the guilt was eating away at him. He loved her, but he had to be honest with his wife. Loved like a friend. Yeah...

Distracted by that thought, Elliot didn't realize he had made it home until he was already inside. He noticed the kitchen light on, and heard the familiar sounds of dishes being put into cupboards. On the way to talk to his wife, Elliot didn't actually think of anything to say.

"I slept with Olivia." He blurted.

It was blunt, to the point. Not what he was expecting to come out of his mouth. Kathy turned around to face him when she heard his voice. He saw the moment that the words he spoke registered in her mind.

"Excuse me? I don't think I heard you right." She said with a disgusted look on her face.

"Are you angry? Because if you are then...you probably heard me right." He had a death wish.

"You slept with her? When? When you say 'slept,' you mean that she was in the same room, asleep, right?"

Elliot shook his head. "About a month ago."

Kathy looked like she was about to blow a gasket. That worried him. He knew it wouldn't go well, and he was only making things worse with his nonchalant attitude. If you applied heavy doses of sarcasm to the sentence, Elliot Stabler was a genius.

"You had sex with that slut!?" She yelled, pointing a finger in the direction of the door, as if Olivia was standing there.

"Kath, maybe you should sit down."

"What?"

"Sit?" He pointed to a nearby chair.

"Sit? That's your answer? No, Elliot! How could you do that to me?"

"We didn't mean for it to happen. It wasn't planned. Not the first time." Elliot frantically told her.

"The first time?" Kathy half whispered, half hissed.

Elliot cringed when he realized what he'd said.

"How many time did you fuck her, Elliot? How many times?!"

"Keep your voice down. You're going to wake the kids." He whispered.

"What's the matter Elliot? Don't want our children to know you've been fucking that tramp? How many time?"

"Kathy-"

"Get out." she was red with anger. "GET OUT!" She yelled when he didn't move.

Elliot left, not wanting to wake his children with all the yelling. He slept at the precinct that night, wanting to be alone. He jerked awake every few hours, from dreams of the conversation that had taken place earlier that night. He felt a bit like a screw up. What kind of father cheats on the mother of his children? Even if he is miserable.

Kathy knows! Gasp What ever will they do? Hahaha. Sarcasm totally runs in my family.