a/n: This is a short chapter for me, sorry about that. My muse seems to think she is on vacation with the Holidays and all. Doesn't she know by now that she doesn't get vacation time????

I asked Santa for the rights to EO...he laughed in my face.

CHAPTER 10

"This changes everything, you know that right?" Olivia asked Elliot. She was wrapped up tight in his arms and she couldn't help but feel safe.

"Change is good." Elliot said squeezing her gently, "I like change." He said kissing her along the back of her neck, "I could get used to change."

Olivia turned around so she could see his beautiful face, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me." She said and placed her lips to his, sucking in every inch of him she could.

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world." He said placing his lips back down on hers, this time with more passion. His arms ran up and down her back and he pressed her body closer to his.

"We are going to have a lot of explaining to do when we get back. I mean if…if--" She said starting to get flustered.

"Olivia, relax." Elliot said placing a kiss on her lips, "We're taking this slow, remember? No need to worry ourselves about how we're going to tell the Captain--"

"He's going to split us up," She said unable to stop herself.

Elliot nodded and stared into her eyes trying to figure out how she felt about that. Sensing she was not keen on the idea and neither was he, "If he knows," he added.

Olivia looked up at him, "Yeah, If he knows." Olivia grinned mischievously and placed a lingering kiss on his mouth. God, she loved the taste of him. She had spent years fantasying about the way he might taste, but it was nothing, nothing compared to how wonderful he actually tasted.

She felt him shift his body weight and climb on top of her like he did before. Only her body immediately flinched and closed up.

"Liv? What is it? Are you okay? Too fast?" He asked nervously, afraid that he did something wrong.

"Huh?" She asked dazed, "I uh…" She didn't understand what just happened. Why did she get this awful feeling in her gut? "Just my leg…moved it the wrong way," she lied.

"Oh," He said disappointedly, you hungry?" He asked rubbing her shoulders.

"Starving." She said with a smile.

EOEOEOEOEO

"Well, I don't know about you; but that was probably the best morning I've ever had," Elliot whispered into Olivia's ear as he cleared the plates from the island in the kitchen.

Olivia blushed, "Yeah, it was nice." She said with a smile. She looked down at her leg that was propped up on the stool next to her. She didn't want to say anything in front of Elliot, but it was hurting the hell out of her. She was waiting for him to take a shower so she could pop a pain pill.

Elliot smiled at her and walked over to the cabinet, opened her pill bottle, and placed it beside her with a glass of water, "I know it's hurting you Olivia. You don't have to be so strong." He said running his hand through her curly locks.

"I forget how well you know me sometimes," She said with a smile and took the pill.

Elliot winked, "I'm going to grab a shower. Want some help to the couch?"

Olivia smiled at him, "Would love some."

Elliot scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the couch. He placed her down gently and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead, "I think you just wanted me to touch you." He said in a cocky tone.

Olivia smiled, "You know it."

He let out a throaty laugh and placed his lips firmly on hers, savoring every moment. She moaned into his mouth and cupped his jaw. He pushed his tongue through her lips and meshed it with hers. Feeling his insides burn in pleasure he pulled back before his body really began to react, "I better get going." He said placing one more small kiss on her lips.

Olivia closed her eyes and tried to take a nap. Her mind wasn't so cooperating though. Thoughts of Simon ran through her head. She still couldn't believe that he was really gone. She also couldn't deal with the guilt that she was part of the cause that killed him. She shifted on the couch and ran her hand along her forehead, touching the wound that was just finally starting to heal.

She tried to remember what happened in that house; but she could only remember these still shot frames. She saw White's mother sitting in her rocking chair, fear and terror evident in her eyes. She tried to focus on this hoping to remember something...

Her body shivered immediately, and she sat up right on the couch. Her eyes opened wide, and her pupils dilated. She had a small vision of White, on top of her, ripping off her shirt, and his hands were moving up her thigh…

No no no!

Her hands covered her mouth; she no longer wanted to remember. She thought it best that she store these images out of her brain, forever; however the image replayed over and over, he was on top of her. She instantly felt nauseous.

She quickly got up from the couch and hobbled her way to the bathroom making it just in time to the toilet where she heaved every ounce of breakfast she hade just ate.

"Liv?" Elliot said poking his head out of the shower, "Oh my God, are you okay?" He asked turning off the shower, grabbing a towel, wrapping it around him and bending down to her side.

She completely forgot he was in there. Not wanting to share this new piece of information with him, she smiled weakly at him, "Must have been the meds," She said wiping her mouth with a tissue.

Elliot placed his hand on her back and rubbed circles around it, "You know if you didn't like my cooking you could've told me," He joked, and Olivia let out a small laugh, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I feel better. Tired though. Mind helping me up?"

"Yeah sure." He said lifting her off the floor and walking towards the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and couldn't help but notice she was shaking, "Liv, you're trembling." He said almost in disbelief. He looked into her eyes and saw fear, horror even. He sat on the bed rubbed his hand down her cheek, catching a few of her tears.

"Lay with me?"

"Always," He said quickly getting a pair of boxers from his drawer and slipping them on under the towel. He laid down on the bed but wasn't sure what to do next. The fear he saw in her eyes he had only seen in his rape victims, and that scared the living shit out of him. If she had been…if White had…

"Please hold me, Elliot," She whimpered and she immediately felt his warm arms wrap tightly against her waist. Her body relaxed and she drew a deep breath.

Elliot on the other hand, not so much. Rage was pulsing through his veins; he was going to kill White. If he ever saw that sick son of a bitch again he was going to rip off his balls and feed them to him.

He felt her body turn towards him, "Thank you, Elliot." She whispered.

"For what?" He asked as his hands ran under her shirt to rub her back.

She sighed, "Being here for me, taking care of me, giving up your life--"

He cut her off, "I would give up everything for you, Olivia. Do you really not know that by now?"

"Why?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Why would I give up everything for you?" He asked as his hand still rubbed her back.

"Yeah."

"Jesus, Olivia. Do you honestly not know?" He asked as his eyes searched hers. When he knew she still didn't get it he continued, "Liv, I'm in…I…lo…I can't live with out you." He confessed. He couldn't say those three little words because he wasn't sure if she was ready to hear them, not because he wasn't ready to say them, "I can't even breathe with out you. You are my life."

Olivia smiled and playfully hit him in the stomach, "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Is it working?"

Olivia looked up into his eyes, and knew that everything he said was true, "Yeah." She placed her lips to his and took in his clean scent, "I could get really used to this." She said with a yawn.

"Me too." He said and placed a kiss on her forehead, she fell asleep with in minutes.

EOEOEOEO

Elliot was abruptly woken by a swift hard kick in the shin, via Olivia's 50 pound cast. He groaned in pain and turned to her. Only when he saw her face all his pain subsided, and his heart sunk deep into chest. She had another nightmare, not sure if she awake yet he went to reach out to her, only to have his hand swatted away by hers.

She had that look again. That terrified, I'm so scared, look. The one he saw on all his victims, "Liv?" He asked softly. She didn't even acknowledge it. She sat back against the headboard of the bed and pulled her good leg up to her chin.

She placed her chin on her knee and rocked back and forth, "no, no, no" she was saying in a sing song fashion.

What the fuck did he do to you, Olivia? Elliot wondered, although he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.