A/N: Here is the next chapter finally. LOL. Please read and review for more.
Disclaimer: Are Elliot and Olivia a couple? No? Well I don't own it or anything you recognize.
"I'm not joking, Olivia. Watch your back. I'll be there when you least expect it. And don't think your brother is that innocent, he started all this. I'll make you regret that you ever went looking for him. He's a very bad man just like your ex is... And your partner. Don't worry I won't hurt you but I will be watching you. Whenever or wherever you are. Signed, your protective secret admirer," Elliot read out loud to her.
Olivia sighed and ran a hand through her shoulder lengthed brown hair. "I don't like the feel of someone watching me. It makes me feel dirty," she said softly and exhaled a content deep breath when Elliot wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands on the small of her back.
"Come on, let's go to my place, huh?" Elliot suggested and kissed the crown of her head.
"He'll see us there, El. We need to go somewhere he won't see us or be able to get in."
Elliot nodded and thought for a moment. "Let's go to the precinct and hang out in the cribs."
"El..."
Rubbing Olivia's back, he kissed the top of her head again. "It's the best place, Liv. The safest and he won't be able to see us if we close the blinds," he told her firmly but gently.
Olivia exhaled a deep breath and nodded in to Elliot's chest. "Okay," she agreed and before she could stop herself, she leaned up on the tips of her toes and claimed his lips with hers.
Elliot moaned in to her mouth and licked her bottom lip.
In response, Olivia opened her mouth and let him slip his tongue in to explore the depths of her mouth.
Olivia cupped the back of Elliot's head and ran her fingers though his short hair, deepening the passionate, toe-curling kiss in the middle of the sidewalk.
Neither cared who could see them in this particular moment.
A car honked suddenly and someone yelled out the window, laughing. It sounded like a teenager. "Get a room!"
Olivia and Elliot pulled apart for much needed oxygen, blushing with embarrassment but with a smile evident on both their faces as they looked in each other's eyes. It felt so right for the both of them and they momentarily forgot about everything that was going on.
When they finally did remember, Elliot took Olivia's hand in his and they started walking. "Let's go to the precinct and get some privacy up in the crib."
"No sex in the crib," Olivia laughed, falling in step with Elliot.
Elliot laughed with her. "No, just lots of hot making out," he joked.
Smiling, Olivia leaned her head on his shoulder. "Yeah. We'll get one of the guys to grab us some take-out too."
"Sounds great, babe."
Calling her babe for the first time made Olivia blush with a grin. It sounded hot slipping from Elliot's lips.
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Arriving at the precinct about forty minutes later, Elliot and Olivia walked in to the very busy squad room.
"Hey Liv, how are you doing?" Fin asked, giving her a hug like a big brother would hug his younger sister.
Pulling back slowly, trying to hide her wince of pain, Olivia replied, "I'm okay."
"We'll bring the guy down?"
"You've got Andrew?" she asked, furrowing her brows in confusion.
"Oh no. A friend of mine has the case... Liv, I need to tell you somethin--" Fin was cut off by the ringing of Elliot's cell.
Elliot gave Olivia's hand a gentle squeeze and headed in to the hallway to answer it.
"What do you need to tell me?" Olivia asked, looking Fin square in the eye, knowing that it was serious.
Fin took in a deep breath and exhaled it deeply. "You might want to sit down, Liv," he suggested.
"No, just tell me," she hissed, shaking her head and folded her arms on her chest.
"Andrew McCain isn't who he says he is."
"What?!" Olivia screeched in almost unison with Elliot as he walked back in after the really quick phone call. He'd heard what Fin had told her.
Her eyes opened wide as she waited for Fin to continue and sighed as Elliot wrapped his arms around her waist, forgetting about the face that no-one knew about them yet, although neither had actually said that they were an item just yet.
"Andrew McCain was just an alias. His real name is Robert Jenkins."
Olivia didn't know what to say. She ran a shaky hand through her hair, slightly leaning back in to Elliot's embrace. "I'm g-guessing that you got his fingerprints from my apartment and he turned up in the system... Wh... what did he do?" she asked, subconsciously switching to detective mode. When Fin didn't answer straight away, Olivia asked again, "What was he collared for?!"
Elliot rubbed her arms in an attempt to calm her but she shook off his hands and moved out of his embrace, causing him to sigh.
"Armed robbery and assault. Got out on parole two years ago. Just finished parole about six months ago," Fin read off the rap sheet, he'd printed off before passing it to her.
Olivia read it and shook her head angrily before throwing it, not caring where it landed and ran upstairs, headed in to the crib.
"Thanks, Fin. Could you do me a favour?"
"Sorry, man. I would but I have to interivew a witness," Fin apologized.
"I can. What you got?" Munch asked, standing up.
"Go to Casey's and help her go though Olivia's phone records. She'll explain the rest. But whatever you do, don't tell Liv."
Munch nodded. "Sure," he said and headed out.
Elliot rushed up the stairs and went in to the crib, locking the door behind him. He found Olivia laying curled up, facing away from the door on the bed furthest from the door.
He tip-toed over and laid down behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "You okay?" he asked in a whisper and kissed her neck.
Olivia moved back, closer in to Elliot's body and put her hands over his on her stomach, entwining her fingers with his. "No," she whispered back.
Rubbing her stomach softly, Elliot tangled his feet with hers. "Well, I'm here for you when you're read to confide in me, beautiful," he whispered.
Being called 'beautiful' made Olivia blush. She had never seen herself as beautiful before but when Elliot called her that, it made her slowly start to believe that maybe she was.
"I can't believe I missed it," she blurted out suddenly.
She'd been quiet for so long that Elliot thought that maybe she'd fallen asleep.
"Don't blame yourself, Liv," Elliot told her softly but firmly.
"But it's my fault. I'm a detective. I should've noticed that something was off," she insisted, nothing was going to make her change her mind.
Elliot sighed and was about to pull Olivia a little closer to him but she winced in pain. "Liv? What is it?" he asked. His eyes and voice conveying extreme concern.
Olivia suddenly sounded short of breath, so Elliot gently turned her on to her left side so that she was facing him.
"Baby, what is it?"
"My... my... chest... hurts so bad," she wheezed.
"Where? Can you show me where?" he asked as he very slowly and gently helped her to sit up.
"All over," she whispered and winced in pain again.
"Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital," he said and went to help her up but stopped when it hurt her too much.
"Stop! Stop!' she cried out painfully.
"I'm going to call an ambulance."
"I'm fine," Olivia tried to insist but ended up crying out in pain again.
"No, you're not." Finding he had no reception on his cell phone, Elliot kissed her head and said, "I'll be right back. You going to be okay?"
Olivia slowly nodded. "Yeah, hurry," she whispered, not wanting to move.
Elliot nodded and quickly headed downstairs to his desk.
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Being on the phone talking to the operator, Elliot wasn't paying attention to the door beside him or what was happening behind him.
Simon, who had gotten in to the precinct without a problem, decided it was a great time to sneak in.
He snuck up the stairs and pulled out a gun before stepping in to the crib.
"El?" Olivia whispered, hearing the door open.
"Hello, sis," Simon said, "get up."
"No, put the gun down."
"I'm not going to hurt you but I will hurt your partner, if you don't obey me," he threatened.
Olivia gulped and nodded before slowly and painfully getting up. She didn't want him to hurt Elliot.
"Hurry the hell up!" Simon snapped and pulled her along. "What are you whining about?"
"My chest," she whimpered.
"We have to go. Move it," Simon bit and pulled her along with him.
They had only reached the staircase when they saw Elliot and two other officers walking up them with their guns drawn.
"Oh look, Liv, it's your ever faithful partner. Drop the guns, gentlemen and lady," he said as he went to grab Olivia but he didn't anticipate that she would fight back especially with a sore chest.
Olivia lifted her foot up and quickly stomped down on his foot before elbowing him in the nose. While Simon hopped along, holding his nose and whimpering in pain, Olivia ran down to Elliot as the officers handcuffed him.
She fell in to Elliot, exhausted from everything happening so close together and from the pain in her chest.
Elliot kissed the top of her head as he held her. "Liv... Liv? Olivia?"
She wasn't answering him, so he gently pulled her back to look at her. Olivia had passed out in his arms.
"Oh God! Liv, wake up... Wake up, baby. The bus is almost here."
"Elliot, lay her on the floor," Cragen said, rushing over before helping him do just that. "She'll be okay, Elliot."
Elliot didn't say anything. He just sat beside her, caressing her cheek as he begged her to wake up.