The story is going to begin picking up here shortly, I promise! And another note, the rating may be bumped up in the near future...

Chapter 6

Olivia was floored.

Shocked.

Extremely confused.

She didn't think she had said anything that brazen to make him run for the hills.

Maybe she did.

She knew that eventually she'd run him off.

And he ran off with her appetite.

So she paid for her beer and set off for home not sure how she should feel.

She walked down the sidewalk towards her apartment taking in a big breath of the smoggy city air that would forever calm her.

The city reminded her so much of Elliot.

Sometimes it was loud and angry and she needed to get away from it but she just couldn't help herself. She couldn't help but miss the comfort and familiarity of the city she loved and she would always come back to it.

By the time she opened the door of her apartment, she realized just how tired she was. It was only 3:30 in the afternoon but, considering the events of the day, she thought she deserved to rest.

So, for the first time in a long time, Olivia fell onto her couch and fell quickly into a deep sleep.

Elliot was pulling on to his street in Queens when he realized that someone was following him.

'Great, after all of this today? God, I really don't need this.'

So, in attempt to shake the car, Elliot continued past his house and onto another street.

But instead of the little black Mercedes following him, it turned into his driveway.

'Oh you've got to be kidding me.'

Elliot pulled over and watched as a tall and slender man with salt-and-pepper hair wearing a black leather jacket, tight black jeans and patent leather motor boots get out of his car and walk right into his house.

'Damn it, Kathleen forgot to lock the door again. Perfect day, just perfect.'

Elliot quickly got out of his SUV, pulled his gun out, adn carefully jogged the 100 yards to his front door.

He quietly grabbed the handle and pushed open the door, looking around to see if the man had already taken anything but the foyer and living room looked the same as it did when he left that morning.

Elliot continued walking into the house, looking in every corner and every room along the way. By the time Elliot had reached the kitchen, he wondered if the man had dissapeared into thin air.

Nothing was gone downstairs, everything was in its place. Hell, even the safe hadn't been fudged with.

'What kind of burgular comes into a house and doesn't even touch anything?'

But then he heard something.

A 'boom, boom, boom' coming from somewhere upstairs. It sounded like someone was beating holes into the wall and they were not relenting.

Elliot ran up the stairs and identified that the sound was coming from he and Kathy's bedroom.

"Hands up!" Elliot yelled as he busted through the door, gun aimed and ready to fire.

For once in his life, Elliot was wrong.

Really, really wrong.

What he found in that bedroom was polar to what he thought he was walking into.

When Olivia finally woke up, it was one o'clock in the morning. She had been asleep for more than nine hours and that was more sleep than she could remember getting at one time in the last few months.

She felt rested, oddly. But it was her luck that she would feel rested at one o'clock in the morning.

She tried to turn over and go back to sleep but she couldn't. She was awake now and unfortunately, it was going to stay that way.

Olivia checked her phone hoping for a text from him but there was nothing but a reminder that she needed to get milk.

'Damn,' she thought. 'Just a text would have been nice.'

Olivia was barely able to finish her thought when she heard a weak knocking on her door.

'Who in the hell would be here now?' she thought as she walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

On the other side of her door stood as distraught looking Elliot Stabler. He looked like he had been crying quite recently and he was carrying a large duffel bag.

Olivia slowly unlocked the door wondering what had happened and how she was going to deal with this situation. She had never seen Elliot so upset in her life and she had no idea if she could make his situation any better.

"El, what happe-"

Elliot stepped in the door, dropping his duffel bag and cutting Olivia off with an earth-shattering kiss.

His lips and hers seem to interlock perfectly with each other and neither could get enough. Elliot's hand slipped to the small of Olivia's back as he pulled her as close as he could to him and to his suprise, she didn't protest.

Elliot was the first to break the kiss because he knew if he let this go any further that he might do something he would regret.

Goodness knows he wanted to take her. He wanted to have her mind, soul, and body but he just couldn't do it this way.

Not to her. She was too good and she deserved better.

He wasn't ready to let go of her though. The way her body felt pressed against his was more pleasuring than he ever thought possible.

So he laid his forehead on hers, looked into her eyes, and he let himself breakdown right infront of her because he could feel their connection.

Olivia couldn't find the words to tell him that she'd always be here, she'd always care too much, she'd always be his rock as he was hers.

Elliot read her like book, and he was finally ready to start writing their story together.

For a moment, everything was right in the world.

But dreams are always interrupted by the early morning light.

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