AN: Ah yes, I rather enjoy this fic. It amuses me. Well anyway, here's more. Enjoy!

"El, we're home!" I called out, opening the door.

"Daddy!" Rissa exclaimed, rushing to greet her father.

"Hey sweet pea," Elliot smiled. "Oh careful with the arm. Did you have a good day at school?"

Rissa nodded. "Yeah we read a whole book with the class today. I'm getting really good at it!"

"That's great, Rissa," Elliot told her.

"Sweetie, why don't you go play in your room for a little bit," I suggested. "I need to talk with your father."

"Someone's gonna get it," Rissa giggled, heading to her room.

I turned to face my husband.

"Cassidy?" Elliot asked. "Really?"

"Really."

"I'm gonna kill Cragen."

"Already tried," I laughed.

Elliot moved over to the couch and I followed.

"You feeling any better?" I asked.

"Not especially."

"I wish there was something I could do to help you," I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder.

I nuzzled his neck, my hair tickling his chin. Elliot laughed.

"That helps," he told me.

He wrapped his good arm around me, pulling me closer.

"I don't like that you're working with Cassidy. Hell, I don't like that he's back."

"I don't either. I feel like he wants something from me…"

"Like what?"

"What he got before."

"Did you tell him we were married?"

"Of course, Elliot. It's the first thing I told him because he kept calling me Benson."

"Hey, only I can call you that Benson."

"I know Stabler, I know."

I had expected Elliot to be mad, I mean really mad, mad like "Oh this is Porter, my partner in Oregon" mad. Maybe he was still in too much pain to yell. He just sat there rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

"What's bothering you?" I asked, quietly.

He didn't respond.

"El, I know you. I can tell when something's wrong."

"Why did you sleep with Cassidy?"

Slap. There it was. The question I was avoiding, hiding from, dreading. I had gone almost twenty years without him asking me that.

"Elliot…"

"Do you find him attractive? Sexy?"

"Elliot, stop."

"Did you have feelings for him? Did you love him?"

I wondered when his jealously was going to rear it's ugly head.

"Elliot, it was a one night stand! Get over it."

"I just…why?"

"El, why do you even care? You were happily married to Kathy then. We weren't even that close yet. Cassidy's part of my past."

"So was I."

"You're part of my present too. And my future."

"Please, Liv. Just tell me why you slept with him. I need to know."

I moved away from him, defensively.

"Why? So you'll know if I'll be possessed to do it again? If I'm going to cheat on you?"

"Well, no but…"

"But what? Elliot, I love you with all of my heart. I would never ever cheat on you. The fact that you would even think that…" I trailed off, biting back tears.

Elliot grabbed my wrists, forcing me to stay seated. He looked me directly in the eyes.

"Listen to me, Olivia. I know you would never dream of cheating on me. That's not why I want to know why you and Cassidy had sex."

My hands balled into fists and I felt Elliot tighten his grip around my wrists. A tear slipped down my cheek.

"Then why Elliot? Why is finding the answer to this so damn important to you?"

He just released my wrists and stared at me with those big blue eyes of his. I sighed, giving in.

"It's not like I wanted to or anything. And before you ask, no, he didn't rape me. It just sort of happened, but it didn't mean anything. And it wasn't even good. You're a hundred times better."

Elliot started laughing, but stopped and clutched his side. Not only had the bastard shot Elliot in the arm and chest, but he'd broken some ribs too. That's what was hurting him now. I moved closer to him and applied pressure to the one spot on his side that made him feel better. It was an uncomfortable position for me, but it made Elliot feel better and that's all that mattered.

"Liv, you don't have to…"

"I want to."

Elliot sighed and relaxed, letting my acupuncture trick work its magic.

"Olivia, I never meant to imply that you didn't love me or anything…"

"But?"

"I just… I get jealous easily, you know that. I just don't want anyone taking you away from me. Especially since Cassidy knows how incredible you are."

I shifted my position, trying to get more comfortable.

"Liv it's okay. I'm good now. You can move."

"You sure?"

"Yup."

I shifted again. This time I ended up sitting on Elliot's lap with his muscular arms wrapped around me.

"I do love you," I whispered.

Elliot kissed my neck.

"I love you too."

And just like that, the topic of Cassidy was dropped…for tonight.

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"Benson-Stabler."

"I'm not a hyphenate!"

I was getting really tired of this. Cassidy refused to call me "Stabler" because it made him feel like he was talking to Elliot. He refused to call me "Olivia" because he claimed if I wasn't capable of calling him "Brian" he couldn't call me by my first name. "Liv" was too casual and I wouldn't let him call me "Benson" anymore. And so "Benson-Stabler" was what he had settled on. I wanted my partner back.

"We found Rook again," Cragen announced.

"Are you sure? Because so far we've chased a woman, an old man, and Robin Williams," I pointed out.

"Yeah okay, so our tips haven't been the greatest, but this one's from a cop," Cragen said.

"Where at?" Cassidy asked.

"Well umm…Coney Island," Cragen replied.

"Cragen, I'm not going on another wild goose chase," I told him.

"Olivia it's him. Go do your job."

I made a point to glare at him, before heading out to the dreaded Coney Island. Bad memories… The car ride had started out normal. I had even let Cassidy drive. Then he opened his big mouth.

"So I make Elliot worried, huh?"

I continued staring out the window. I brushed my bangs out of my eyes, before adding. "No."

"Liar."

I didn't look at him, knowing all too well he had that stupid smirk on his face.

"What is your problem?" I asked.

"You," he mumbled.

"Excuse me? Since when am I your problem?"

"Well when I had Munch for a partner, I never had to worry about protecting him…"

"Because he's a man? I'm more than capable of protecting myself. I don't need your help."

"Don't play dumb, Benson-Stabler. I heard about Gitano and I remember the whole 'Aivilo' and protective detail thing. Stabler's always covering your ass!"

"You have no right to say that!" I snapped.

I was glaring at the side of his head now. Cassidy didn't say a word. He stayed focused on the road with that stupid smirk on his face. And then it happened. The arguing, the smirking, the angry glares, it all reminded me of Elliot and me. The way things were during Gitano and "Ailvilo"; the stupid fighting that happened every day; the tension that boiled between us; the silent treatments…a part of me almost missed it. But here it was, right in front of me in the form of Brian Cassidy.