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Chapter: 23

Title: Waiting

Summary:Detectives Olivia and Elliot are known for their compatibility and performance as partners in the SVU. While a partnership like theirs would usually result in one bad mishap, the two seem to have their feelings undercontrol. While everyone can clearly see they have deep feelings of unconfessed love for each other, cliche they themselves have not noticed. How hard is it to suppress such emotions when they are together? Just how trying are their lives as partners? What happens when the two are put through severe trials in order to test their loyalty, trust, devotion, honor, and their love? Just how far will the other go in order to protect their secretly beloved? Read to see how the Gravity of their love is defined.

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The squad room had been oddly quiet since the contents of the file were revealed to the dynamic duo. It was an awkward silence. No one knew what exactly to do, or what to say. It wasn't as if the guy was easy to find. Olivia had hardly known anything about him. He lived in the corner apartment, and always kept to himself. He was kind, whenever he did attempt to associate with her. And he had never really said anything unnerving to her.

Reclining back in her chair, Olivia toed off her flip-flops and brought her knees up to the desk, her toes curling tightly due to the bitter breeze that blew through. Her brows furrowed, and she reached up to brush a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear. She was puzzled; everyone could see that. Hell, everyone was on edge. Fin and Lake had offered to go out canvasing, and Cragen had ordered her to occupy herself while they did all the work. In her mind, she'd rather be out in the field, but captains orders...

She could feel his eyes on her, and she avoided any contact. She was still pissed at him, and Elliot felt slightly like an ass for treating her like she were inferior. If there were anything she frowned upon, it was being the last to know. She was as just important, if not more so, in this case and she'd be damned if they kept her out of it! They were playing a game; waiting for whom ever could get any leads on him. Waiting to see who would break the air first; who would tempt Detective Benson.

The brunette let out a rough sigh as she pushed away from her desk and stood, sliding on her flip flops. She kept her eyes ahead of her as she began walking towards the stairs leading up to the cribs. She needed to lay down, and fast. Her head was spinning, and she felt so sick, she was sure she was going to throw up. Olivia winced slightly, every muscle in her body tightened with each step.

'Damn you Elliot.' She groaned, trying to not let her fatigue show. She didn't want to answer to Munch... God only knew how he was already speculating.

Elliot watched as she disappeared into the cribs, and he let out a frustrated growl. The images in the file were etched into his head, and the things that wacko wrote about her made his blood boil.

"Oh my God." Olivia whispered. However, the silence was so deafening, it almost seemed as if she had screamed it. The room became a blur to her, and she stumbled slightly. Elliot had reached over to steady her, his grip a bit rough due to the coursing anger. His eyes once again drifted to the first picture clipped into the file. It was photo-shopped, a thousand pictures of her head on one sheet of paper. She slowly flipped through the next few photos, and saw pictures of her showering, changing, eating, sleeping, walking, jogging... doing her laundry. The more she flipped through them, the more personal they became. Elliot could feel the rage pulsing through out his body, and he had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't go off.

"No sign of em yet." Fin's voice was laced with impatience, and by the look of his face, he was more than worn out. Lake hadn't been with him, and it caused Elliot to raise a slightly brow. "Lake's still out lookin round. But so far it ain't lookin too good. No body knows this guy and the land lord of baby girls buildin didn't even know that room was occupied."

"So the chances of us finding this perv are slim to none? Has Casey come back with the search warrant yet?" Munch had been twirling a pen around his fingers for a little over an hour now. And Elliot had been ready to throw anything at him in order to get him to stop. Though, he had been too into his thoughts, and looking at Olivia to even give a damn what anyone else was doing.

"Case has been in court all day; she can't get out yet." Elliot mumbled, standing as he stretched. He glanced to Fin, and began to roll down his sleeves. "Look, I'll go out and dig around for a while. Let Liv know." But he hadn't even been able to make a step towards the double doors.

"Your not going anywhere." Cragen stated, jaw clenched. His gaze was ice cold, almost burning into Elliot. He was probably the most unnerved of them all besides Elliot and Olivia.

"Cap-"

"Your not leaving Olivia, Elliot." Again, his face glazed over with the look of a father. "The two of you have been partners for nearly eleven years, and like it or not, you both have to deal with these sort of personal vendetta's together. She needs you now. Don't walk away from her. Unless you want to be like every other man in her life." With that, he had disappeared into his office, without so much as a second glance. The shame rolled off of Elliot in waves, and he inhaled before glancing towards Fin.

"Its ok. You make sure our baby girl is alright, and I'll take care of the little cat and mouse game we got goin."

"I'll see if I count build us a mouse trap."

Elliot grinned, relieved that they all understood one another. He gazed up towards the cribs, and again his mind drifted.

Her hand found his, and she cupped the other over her mouth as silent tears made their way down across her cheeks and onto the paper they were currently reading. There were dozens of journal entries; describing her life and what she did. They had every little detail in them; right down to when she'd grip her coffee mug while laying in bed to get warm. Elliot nearly slammed his fist into a wall when he read over the intimate detail of what he would do to her when the time came. Each entry after the other, a constant fantasy the sick man played out on paper. The intricate detail caused a sick feeling to well within their stomachs, and the two had stopped reading it all together. Olivia had no words; she merely turned and stormed out of the room while everyone stood silent, still. Cragen had ordered Fin and Lake to go out, and Elliot to scan for anything on Olivia's computer. Casey had gone to find Olivia, and then had been cordially escorted to court. The only thought that remained in all of their minds was how and when they were going to get this guy. And they knew that there had to be more of the contents of that file, and they couldn't do a damn thing until they got the search warrant.

When he had gotten to the top of the stairs, he heard her sobbing. The sound instantly broke his heart and he slowly opened the door to see her in the foetal position on his cot. Moments seemed like hours as he watched her; afraid to move, afraid to do anything. He wanted to pull her into his arms and rock her, tell her everything would be alright.

The fact that her entire private life had been known to someone she barely knew terrified her. If it were that easy to invade her home and for her to not have known about any of it, not even suspect it, made her feel as if she wasn't safe anywhere she went. Ever since her almost fatal encounter with Harris two years ago, she'd been on high alert. Always afraid he would escape his confinement, and come after her. And to know that it had been so easy to get inside of her life; she didn't know what to do. For the first time in two years, she felt fragile. She felt more vulnerable than anything, and she deeply loathed the fact her tough exterior had been shattered once again.

She felt his hand against hers on top of her knee and her body instantly came alive. What Elliot could do to her even at a time like this amazed her and she found herself feeling extremely blessed to have him in her life. His body eased down next to hers, causing the cot to shift slightly from the weight. Olivia didn't even need to will her body to move, it did so on its own accord. She leaned forward to allow him room behind her, and felt his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her back into him. Her heart fluttered, and for a moment, her worries were washed away by his tender care.

If one had seen the way he was during Detective mode, they'd think he would be a terrible, abusive and difficult lover. Others would think he were wild in bed. But they were both sorely mistaken, for the most part. He could be a savage in bed... But that wasn't the point. Despite his everyday cover, he was actually one of the most romantic men she'd ever known. He definitely was the most caring and sensitive. He made love to her with passion and desire, not just with pure lust and aggression.

The warm feeling her body accumulated from his was enough to call her racing mind, and she relaxed against him.

"Talk to me baby." He whispered, placing his lips on her head.

"Can we just..."

"Of course."

And just like that words were forgotten. He didn't need to voice his concern, she knew it was there. Could sense it. He knew she didn't want to open up just yet, and he silently agreed to give her time to voice what was going through her mind.

There were so many things she wanted to know now, so many things she wanted to do. She felt dirty, as if this were all her fault. As if she had participated in it all. For years, the man she thought was her neighbor, a friend, stalked her. It wasn't the first time she'd been stalked; far from it. But it was the first time a stalker had ever gone to the extreme.

Even as he felt her breaths come out evenly.

Even as he felt her body mold into his.

Even as he felt her guard drop, he still felt was if she were pushing him away.

And she always did that.

Even when she basked in their trust, she was never really open with him. She hid so many things, and kept so many secrets, that from time to time he just wished she would stop.

Stop.

Stop and let him into her entire heart.

And she knew that that was what he had wanted.

So, she lifted her head from his chest, eyes slightly red and lips puffy. He almost thought she looked cute, and resisted the urge to capture her luscious lips in a kiss. Instead, he opted for leaning his forehead against her own, gently running his hands along her back.

"How can this be Elliot?" Her whisper was so low, he had to almost stop breathing to hear it. But then she spoke again, a little louder. "How can someone know so much? Is it really that easy?" She was barely making sense, yet he knew exactly what she meant. He couldn't blame her for being so confused, he himself didn't quite understand the situation. They didn't even know how the file first came to be or even how Cragen got the case. Could her neighbor have been the one to send the documents? Could this all be some sort of sick game he was playing?

"I don't know, honey. I don't know." He sighed, squeezing her to him. "But I do know that I won't let a damn thing happen to you Liv. You hear me?"

She nodded against him, and gave him a small smile.

"I know." Their lips touched, briefly at first before it began to get out of hand. God, she wanted this, needed him right now. His body soon trapped hers beneath him, and he pulled back to gaze into her eyes. Olivia stared up at him; eyes shining with need, and she dropped her knees open for him to rest in between her legs.

"Liv-" His protest was cut short as she pressed her lips to his again.

"Please Elliot. I need you." Elliot stared into her eyes, searching to make sure she was completely aware of herself. He found she had no resistance, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth while his hands began unzipping her pants. Even with the crisis, she could feel herself becoming excited for him. (A/N: Who wouldn't be?)

Before he could pull her pants off of her hips, a deafening boom rumbled the entire room, and the sound of shattering glass reached their ears. Fear gripped their hearts yet again as they jumped up and ran towards the crib door, and froze.

"What the hell?"

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