A/N: Here is the next chapter. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed. Please read and review for more.
Disclaimer: Are Elliot and Olivia going at it like bunnies? No? Well I don't own it.
Olivia and Casey were woken the next morning by someone pounding on Casey's apartment door.
As Olivia rolled over in the bed, half asleep, she groaned, catching sight of the clock in Casey's spare bedroom. 7:16AM beamed at her. "Too early," she muttered to herself and pulled the covers up above her head, willing for sleeping to come back to her.
Casey, on the other head, groaned and reluctantly pulled herself up out of bed. It was her day off for heaven sakes, who the hell was at her door?
The knocking came again, louder this time.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she grumbled, half asleep as she tiredly shrugged on her satin lavender purple, knee lengthed, short sleeved robe.
She finally reached the door and opened it. Elliot stood in the hall, looking tired and concerned. "Elliot? What are you doing? You okay?"
"Is Liv here?" he instantly asked, ignoring Casey's questions.
Sighing, Casey nodded and let him in. "Yeah. She's sleeping in the guest bedroom," she told him and shut the door behind him.
"Thanks," Elliot replied and headed toward the guest room as Casey headed back to bed.
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Standing at the closed door of the spare bedroom, Elliot lifted up his closed fist and lightly tapped on the door.
"What?" a half asleep, annoyed voice groaned through the door.
"Liv, it's Elliot," he informed her.
He heard Olivia clear her throat before she called out.
"Come in."
Elliot opened the door to find Olivia sitting up in the bed, leaning up against the headboard, half asleep. "Morning, sorry to wake you," he spoke softly as he approached and sat down on the bed beside her.
"Morning. It's okay but what are you doing here?"
"I only just heard about what happened last night and... and I'm so sorry I didn't realize what was happening when I called. I thought Andrew sounded really weird but I'd never heard his voice before and I thought I'd just disturbed you two while you were... having sex or something."
Olivia leaned over and kissed his cheek, surprising Elliot. "Don't beat yourself up, El. You weren't to know and I don't blame you," she told him gently but firmly.
"I could have saved you... I should have had your back."
"Elliot... You can't save me all the time. And you can't be with me every minute so that you can," she whispered and took his hands in hers.
Elliot sighed and bowed his head. "If I wasn't drinking last night, it wouldn't have happened."
Olivia lifted Elliot's face up so he was facing her. "El, look at me," she whispered and waited patiently until he did before she continued, "El, if I didn't end up going back home when I did, cause you were drinking, Andrew would have hurt Casey, so don't you dare keep blaming yourself, okay?" she stressed.
"Okay," Elliot nodded and licked his dry bottom lip.
Olivia sighed and sat down on his lap. "I love you," she whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I love you too," he whispered back and went to kiss her but they were startled by Olivia's cell phone ringing on the nightstand.
Olivia groaned and got off of Elliot's lap to answer it. "Benson... Hello?! Hello?! Stop calling me you son of a bitch!"
"Give the phone to me," Elliot hissed, trying to take the cell phone out of Olivia's hand.
But Olivia just kept swatting his hand away. "Find a new hobby and stop annoying the shit out of me!"
"You may think that since you're not in your apartment that I'm not watching you. But I am. Nice couch by the way. It was quite comfortable to sleep on last night," he snickered and hung up, hoping he'd riled her up.
Olivia screamed and threw her cell phone away from her. She didn't believe that he'd been in her apartment, so she didn't think much about it.
"Liv, calm down," Elliot whispered, rubbing his back.
"What's going on?" Casey asked, running in to the room after hearing the scream.
"Liv's getting those creepy calls again." He gently pulled Olivia down on to his lap and wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. "She got pissed off. It's okay."
Casey sighed. "Liv, maybe we should get your phone records to see if we can get the number and information on this creep, who keeps calling you," she suggested.
Olivia instantly shook her head. "No. Don't even think about it," she muttered.
"Liv..." Elliot started, thinking it was a good idea.
"Forget it," she groaned and got up, only for Elliot to gently grab her wrist to stop her from leaving. "Let me go."
"Liv, where are you going? Let's talk about this."
Olivia snapped. She turned to him and if looks could kill, well you know the condition he would be in. "Oh, so it's only okay when you want to talk but when I do, you fly off the handle at me. Screw you," she bit and snatched her wrist out his grip before rushing out of the spare room, heading for the bathroom.
Both Elliot and Casey groaned and looked at one another, trying to think of what to do to help Olivia, even if she didn't want it. She was so incredibly stubborn sometimes.
"I'm going to head down to the precinct and talk to Fin to do it anyway," Casey whispered to Elliot, "I'll get it printed and bring it back here for us to look over."
Elliot nodded in agreement. "Yeah, do that. I'll get Olivia out of the bathroom and occupy her for a couple of hours."
"Great. That's good," Casey said and headed in to the kitchen for a coffee.
Elliot took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly and headed toward the bathroom.
Reaching the closed door, he could hear the shower running. She was taking a shower or she was using it as a cover while she cried because she refused to cry in front of people.
"Liv, let me in!" Elliot called out loud enough for her to hear over the running water as he knocked on the door.
"I'm heaving a shower. Leave me alone!" she called back.
"Liv please!" he tried again and leaned his forehead against the wooden door.
"Fine. I'll unlock the door but don't come in until I say so," she finally answered after a moments silence.
Elliot heard the click of the lock and waited for Olivia to give him the all clear.
"Alright, you can come in now!"
Nervously, Elliot opened the door and walked in, quickly closed the door behind him. It was very steamy, so Elliot could see that Olivia liked hot showers. He sat down on the closed lid toilet and could see Olivia's silhouette through the frosted shower door. When he saw the toileteries bag by the shower, Elliot said, "I didn't see you bring that in here."
"What?" Olivia asked, opening the door a gap and poking her head out a little. "What did you say?"
Elliot looked at her wet hair and face and smiled. She was so beautiful. "El? Elliot? Hello?"
Elliot snapped out of his reverie and cleared his throat. "Sorry, I said that I didn't see you bring the toiletries bag in here."
"Ah yeah, I brought it in here last night." She sighed. "What are you doing in here exactly?" she asked and went back in to the shower, closing the door behind her.
"I thought you might have wanted some company," he told her.
"In the shower?" she asked sarcastically as she rinsed the body wash off.
"Haven't you ever had shower sex before?" Elliot joked.
"What?!" Olivia asked sharply and popped her head out again.
Elliot caught Olivia's evil glare. "What? I was only joking," he laughed.
Olivia shook her head and turned off the shower. "Can you get me my towel off the rack there?"
Nodding, Elliot got up and grabbed the towel before passing it to her. "Hurry up and get dressed. I'll be waiting in the living room for you."
Confused, Olivia quickly dried herself and wrapped the towel around her body before stepping out. "Why?"
Elliot had to try to keep himself from drooling as he looked Olivia up and down.
He cleared his throat. "I'm taking you out."
"I don't feel like going out, El," she whined and walked out of the bathroom.
"It will be good for you to get out, Liv," Elliot tried to persuade her as he followed.
Olivia sighed and stopped just outside of the spare bedroom. "Okay but not for long, okay?"
"Deal. We'll go out for a walk in the park and some lunch, you okay with that?"
"That would be nice. Thanks, El," she replied and went in to the room, shutting the door behind her to get dressed.
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The walk through the park was peaceful and slow paced as Olivia and Elliot walked side by side closely.
Elliot let his hand graze against Olivia's, causing her to smile and inch a little closer to him as they continued to walk, watching happy children run and skip by them and other couples walking or kissing as they sat on benches, cuddling.
Olivia couldn't help but imagine, she and Elliot doing that as they watched their children happily playing on the playground. She could imagine a little boy, who looked like Elliot's clone but with her eyes and ears and a little girl, who looked just like her with Elliot's calming, cerulean blue eyes and his ears.
She smiled and took Elliot's hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Elliot smiled back and caressed the back of her hand with the pad of his thumb.
"Where would you like to eat lunch, my love?" he asked softly as they slowly strolled past the playground.
"That cafe two blocks away would be nice. I wouldn't mind a chicken salad and a cup of tea."
Elliot smiled and lifted up their hands to kiss the back of hers. "If that's what you want, Livia, then that's what you'll get."
"Aww, you're so sweet," Olivia joked, happy to be with Elliot and trying to forget Andrew and the fearful event which took place the day before in her apartment, which reminded her that she needed to clean it up.
While Olivia was stuck in her daydream, Elliot was watching a suspicious black SVU driving up the street as they reached the sidewalk outside of the park.
The SVU slowed and the darkened front passenger window was lowered before Elliot caught sight of a gun. "Liv, get down!" he yelled and grabbed her, pulling her beneath him in an attempt to protect her.
Shots went off and something was thrown at them, hitting Elliot in the arm before the car sped away. People were running in different directions, screaming.
Elliot heard Olivia groan from beneath him and he thought she was hurt.
"Get off me. You weigh a ton."
He rolled off of her instantly and checked her over. "You hit?"
"No. I'm fine, you?" she asked, looking him over.
"No, I'm fine too," he replied and picked up the item that had been thrown at him. It was a cardboard cylinder, which could be used to held posters but this was a small one. He opened it to find that it contained a note.
"It must be the perv who keeps calling me," Olivia sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Read it."
Elliot nodded and opened it, ready to read it out loud for her.