Happy early Easter guys!

A/N: Oh wow. So, on Saturday, I got really bored so I decided to do a little web surfing. And oh the joy I found!

Back in November 2006, Mariska Hargitay had a live talk with fans about her return to the show. Finally, Beck was gone for good. Anyway, there was one question about, you guessed it, Olivia and Elliot. My mouth dropped open in shock as I read her response:

(in bold will be what I found intriguing)

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Listen, we are going to have to postpone that, or the show would be over. The good news is that we all want them to. I mean WE all do. I have to put my partner back on the straight and narrow, while I was gone. He had a wondering eye while I was gone. (Stupid Beck)

I wish I could take credit for Stabler and Benson's chemistry. I can't take credit. It was a gift from God from the moment we met. Chris has an amazing sense of humor and I love to laugh. We got eachother from day one. We are similar and different. Luckily those differences compliment eachother.

In the episode tonight, we had to work hard at not showing our chemistry. We wanted it to look rusty, but it was hard, because we were falling into our own rhythm. It was very fun playing that scene in the diner.

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EEP! Oh yeah. Postpone. Did you see that? POSTPONE! And WE all want them too! Maybe even the writers ... why else would they have them flirt all the time? Oh yes. Straight from "Olivia" herself.

For all those who are not on the EO train, jump on now while you have the chance. Sooner or later, we'll be leaving the station, leaving all the other shippers (Elliot/Kathy, Elliot/Dani (ew), Olivia/Alex (which never happened), Olivia/Casey (which will never happen), Elliot/Casey, etc… ) behind.

Anyway, let us begin, after another few words from our sponsors…

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, it still isn't mine. Hey Dick! You know, if you have El and Liv get together, I bet that the threatening phone calls you receive every night at 11:02 PM, even when you change your number, would stop. And more than likely all those death threat letters you get in the mail too. Just a suggestion …

I had just pulled the two mugs of milk out of the microwave and added the hot cocoa mix when I heard a knock at my door. 20 minutes. Wow, that was fast.

"Coming!" I called, setting the mugs on the table and rushing to greet my visitor.

"Hey Liv," Munch smiled when I opened the door. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You look like shit."

I quickly pulled away from him and narrowed my eyes jokingly. "Gee thanks John. You sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself."

He just smiled. "I know. That's what my ex-wives used to tell me all the time."

Rolling my eyes, I walked into my kitchen, grabbed the two mugs off the table and headed back to the living room. Munch was lounging on the couch and I had to fight to hold in my giggles at the sight of him. Give him a pipe and a notebook and he'd be Sherlock Holmes.

He looked up as I entered the room. "Mmm hot chocolate. My favorite."

I chuckled and, after handing him a mug, sat down on my couch, folding my legs underneath me.

"So Liv," Munch began, turning to face me on the couch. "You wanted to talk …?"

I nodded softly and lowered my eyes to the cup, tracing the rim with my finger. Oh this was great. So I called Munch over, but now I can't even look to him.

"It's really hard to say," I muttered, still avoiding his searching gaze.

"Liv, I know. But, you know it had to come out sometime. Fin and I were taking bets on when it would."

What?

My head flashed up and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Excuse me?"

John looked scared for a second but quickly diverted the topic. "So, back to what you were saying …"

I decided to give him a reprieve, for now. But the next time I see him and Fin, they'll be in for it. Bets?

"I … it's uh … Well…" I stuttered.

"Elliot," John finished for me.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, what about him?" I knew Munch wasn't trying to pry, that he was just trying to help me, but that didn't stop me from becoming worried.

"Well, you know that day Kathy was murdered?" By me, I thought, but knew better than to say aloud.

Munch nodded slowly, his eyes lowering in confusion.

"Well, uh … we, that is to say, Elliot and I, kind of … kissed," I finished in a whisper, but I knew Munch had heard me by his sharp intake of breath.

"Kissed?" I nodded slowly. Tears began forming in my eyes.

God, I'm so paranoid.

I hated to hear what John thought of me. John has been a close friend of mine for years, and his and Elliot's opinions were the only ones that mattered to me. Well, Cragen's did too, but only because he was my boss.

What would John think of us kissing not 10 minutes after his wife died? Not good.

"And that's bad?" Munch sounded confused. Confused? I glanced up into his wondering eyes.

"It was after Kathy died. I mean, literally right afterwards…" Now I was confused.

"The two of you had such chemistry over the years. I mean, it's only natural that you ... express your feelings. Even if it was kind of fast. Though, I would hardly call 9 years fast."

I nodded slowly. Munch's quick eyes scanned over my worried face. "But there's something else, isn't there?" I shook my head yes. "Well?" he pressured.

"Obviously, you know that I have feelings for him, and I have for years. I mean, especially since you and Fin were taking bets." I paused and narrowed my eyes at him. He quickly averted his scrutinizing stare.

"But, ever since that day, he's been, I don't know, avoiding me, I guess. And every time I bring it up, he gets so nervous. And afraid. So I change the subject because I feel like … maybe he thinks it shouldn't have happened. Like he regrets it. And the fact that it did makes everything far more awkward than it used to be." I sighed, taking a quick sip from my mug as I awaited my close companion's response.

It took him awhile. But after a few minutes, he finally spoke. "Liv, you know I don't take bets unless it's pretty much a sure thing that I'll win, right?" I gave him a confused look, but quickly nodded. "Well, Fin and I were betting on when you and El would finally get together. Not if something would happen, a kiss per say, but when you finally admitted your feelings. To each other."

"Munch, I-" He held up his hand, blocking any further attempts for me to converse.

"Wait. Let me finish. I bet that it would take a long time, about 9 years, and I was right. Though, it seems to you that only you admitted your feelings. But Elliot did too."

What is he talking about?

I gaped at him. "No way. Elliot doesn't-"

"Yes he does. Elliot is in love with you and has been for years."

No. That's impossible! I love

him, not the other way around.

"Munch that imposs-"

"It is not impossible Olivia." He used my full name. The only time he does that is when he's getting exasperated. But he's wrong.

"Just, talk to him okay? Tell him how you feel and I promise you won't regret it." He gave me his oh so serious look, one that he only reserved for occasions when he was damn sure and knew it well.

Talk to Elliot? But the last time I tried that, things didn't go so well. But, Munch is an objective third-party. Maybe it

wouldn't hurt to talk to Elliot. At least attempt to bring up our moment. What could go wrong?

"I'm surprised that you're actually being serious for once John. Thanks. I really appreciate it," I smiled broadly at him and leaned forward to give him a hug.

"Yeah well, don't get used to it." Munch allowed a huge smirk to fill his face before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a piece of paper.

"Munch …" I said cautiously. "What's that?"

"Oh just some stuff I wanted to discuss with you." He quickly unfolded the paper and scanned over it.

"You wrote it down?" I asked skeptically. I couldn't believe him. I smiled to myself. But what else could I expect from my dear friend?

"Yup. So here we go. Conspiracy number one: JFK. Brought to my attention by the ever-astounding author, Richard Belzer. I believe -"

"Alright! Alright. Out!" I laughed, standing up and dragging John up too.

"But Liv … it's important to stay informed," he complained, as I pushed him towards the door.

I chuckled again. "Well, inform me on Monday."

"But I have court -"

"Buh-bye John." I giggled softly as I gently closed the door on his raised hand.

"Fine!" I heard him call from the hall. "I guess I'll just talk with Fin about my theories …"

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Munch's P.O.V.

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I had just left Olivia's house, after giving her a dose of my amazing advice, when my cell phone rang. I glanced at the caller id. Why was Elliot calling me so late?

"Yo dawg. What's cracking?" I joked, laughing at the silence on Elliot's side.

"Uh … hey … John," Elliot said, sort of afraid.

"Sup man?"

"I was wondering if I could get your advice on something…" Elliot stated nervously. My awesome psychic powers are telling me that Elliot wants to talk about Olivia.

"JFK?" I wondered instead, hiding the beam on my face.

"No … it's about … a friend of mine named … Bob," Elliot lied through his teeth. Wow.

"Mmhmm Bob. I see. And what is Bob's problem?" I tried hard not to laugh. Elliot is bad at lying to me, apparently.

"Well, Bob is in love with this girl. Let's call her Bobetta. And he was married, but his wife was killed in a car crash recently-"

I felt like I had to interject. "What was his wife's name?"

There was a short pause as Elliot tried to rename Kathy. "Kathryn." Oh yeah. That was real clever.

This time, I couldn't hold in my laughter. A small chuckle escaped my lips, but I quickly changed it into a cough. "Alright. So go on with your friend's problem."

Elliot coughed nervously. "Alright then. So anyway, I – I mean Bob, kissed Bobetta. And he really wanted to, because he's had feelings for her for years. You see, they are partners at a donut/coffee shop. Anyway, he's been feeling awkward around her because he doesn't know how to react to what happened. So he was wondering –"

"Elliot."

"Yeah."

"Go talk to Olivia."

I flipped my phone closed and smiled. Way to go John, I congratulated myself. It was only a matter of time before the two detectives finally get together. I just hope that when Cragen has to break apart the perfect team that I will be placed with Olivia. Honestly, I can't see how she does it, putting up with Mr. Hothead day in and day out.

I shook my head. It must be true love.