Hey y'all! I'm really sorry that its been so long since an update but I've had really bad writer's block and it's been a struggle. But, thanks to The Congressman (if you're looking for a really good E/O, check out his story "Prey"), I think I'm finally finding my inspiration again. This is just a little something to tide ya'll over until I figure out what it going to happen next. ***PLEASE REVIEW I NEED ALL THE HELP I CAN GET

This is going to pick up right where Chapter 1 left off.

I don't own anything and this is going to go for the rest of the chapters as well because I just don't feel like stating the obvious every damn chapter (:

Chapter 2

"You could have just said so, no need to creep me out with that longing gaze of yours."

"Where would the fun have been in just telling you?" Elliot said as he shuffled through the paperwork that cluttered his desk.

"Oh, so it was a longing gaze." Olivia couldn't help but smile thinking about the way he looked at her. Lately, the manner in which he did so had turned from something of a subconcious fixation to a look of need. She thought it odd, because Elliot Stabler was not one to need anyone or anything.

"What are you talking about?" Elliot asked her coolly, hoping that she wasn't catching on to his weekness for her.

"Longing gazes are usually something you would deny."

"I must have missed it. I didn't hear you say anything about a longing gaze." he said, fumbling with his computer, trying to focus on something other than the conversation she was trying to hold with him.

"Elliot Stabler missed something? Damn, I thought that was a flying pig I saw this morning but now I'm definitely sure." she said, eyebrows arched and lips curling as she stared straight at him waiting for a response.

She wondered why he'd been so on-edge with her these past few months. He wouldn't look her in the eye for very long, he'd been careful not to have any physical contact with her, and he kept staring at her when he thought she couldn't see him. "If only..." she thought. "but there's no point in getting your hopes up just to watch them crash and burn."

"Smartass."Elliot scoffed, still enthralled in his computer screen. He knew if he looked at her her radiating beauty would melt him into a puddle emotion onto the floor. His feelings for her were growing stronger by the hour and he was losing control of them.

"I can't keep doing this. I have to tell her. I have to tell somebody before I completley combust and it all comes out in the wrong place at the wrong time." he said to himself. "Or the hell I'm living in is just going to keep getting hotter."

The shrill of a telephone ringing cut the tension between the two like a knife and left Elliot thankful for a different distraction.

"Stabler. Yeah. Mmmhmm. Uh-huh. Okay, I'm on my way."

"Who was that?" Olivia asked.

"O'Halloran. Says he's got something for me at the lab about the Harrison case. You want to come?"

"Nah, I'd like to get this paper work done so I can have an actual lunch break today. I think I'll hang here."

"Alright, see ya later." Elliot said as he walked out of the squad room.

"Thank God." he muttered as he unlocked the driver's side door of the 2002 Ford Taurus and entered into traffic on his way to the lab.

an hour later...

Olivia had finally put the last of her DD5's that had previously consumed her desk into the filing cabinet and sat down to take a breath. As she leaned back in her slightly uncomfortble polyester desk chair and let out a sigh, she realized that her stomach was growling ferociously.

She took a look around the squad room wondering why Elliot wasn't back yet.

After scanning the room thoroughly, she picked up her Blackberry and pressed his speed dial number.

ring, ring, ring

"Hey, Liv!"

"Stuckey? Where is Elliot?"

"Oh, he stepped out for sushi with O'Halloran. Left his phone on the desk! Big dummy."

"Oh, okay..well how about the DNA?"

"Hasn't popped yet."

"Alright..tell El to call me when he gets back."

"Sure thing! Bye Liv!"

The phone line went dead, leaving Olivia accompanied by only a nagging feeling in her stomach that something was wrong.

Olivia was worried. For what reason, she didn't know.

"Elliot is having lunch with O'Halloran...he's fine. He's fine. But sushi? And Stuckey?" she thought.

Something just wasn't sitting right with her about the entire was so odd to her that she was being sidetracked by such a simple and normal thing. She just couldn't put her finger on it...

She'd spent the better part of an hour opening her desk drawer and grabbing her keys and purse then after a few seconds shoving them back in deciding that she was staying put.

"Benson, what are you doing?" Don Cragen's strong voice sounded from his office in the far side of the noticed a wild and worried look in her eye when she glanced his way.

"Going to lunch." she replied, as she grabbed her things out of her desk for the final time and turned, walking out of the squad room.

Hope you enjoyed it. Please review for my sake, they really are important to the writers. I like to know what ya'll are thinking so that I can incorporate your ideas into the story. They also give me an idea of whether anyone likes it or not b/c I don't really want to spend my time writing something that no one wants to read or will enjoy. I appreciate every review given and please keep them coming! Chap. 3 should not take as long as this one because I think I know what I'm doing now but I STILL WANT YOUR FEED BACK! Thank you kindly.

Much love,
CG