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A cup of coffee in one hand, a folded newspaper in the other, and as he sipped and read, he smiled. He looked across the table at her, her hair in a ponytail and her eyes staring at something in the distance out the window. There was something new in her eyes, something different, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not, but damn, she looked beautiful. "What's up?" he asked, hoping to get her attention.

She blinked and turned to him, both of her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. "How many times do you think we've hurt each other?"

"What?" He asked the question on a painful whisper, his heart stopping.

"Unintentionally," she said with a shrug. "Or even...sometimes it was intentional. Things we've said to each other, things we've done..."

He stopped her and said, "Why are you thinking about..."

"Because," she interrupted, "All of this...our situation and what's been happening with us, well, that's...that's the reason why, isn't it?" She bit her lip. "We got mad...frustrated...hurt because we both wanted what we couldn't have."

He furrowed his brow and shook his head slightly. "Baby, what brought this on?"

"I dated people I knew you couldn't stand just to push your buttons, and I've thrown things back at you because I wanted you to feel, just an ounce, of the pain I felt knowing that everything I wanted, everything I was...lied with you." She gave him a sad smile. "If I would have known you'd felt the same way the whole time, I could've vented a lot of that frustration in much more, uh, productive ways."

He laughed and put his newspaper down, and then slid from his chair to the one beside her. He took both of her hands in his and looked into her eyes. "I am so...so sorry...for every hurtful word I've ever said, and every vindictive thing I've ever done." He kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose. "But you're right. It was all because I wanted you, so badly, and couldn't have you."

She peered up at him and ran the pads of her thumbs over his knuckles. "You have me now," she whispered. A small chuckle escaped. "I'm going to be kind of sad when this is over."

He squinted at her. "What do you mean?"

"I'm getting so used to waking up with you, spending mornings just like this, going to bed with you every night..." She paused and sighed. "When I have to go back to being alone in that apartment, I'm probably going to be..."

"Did the last three days completely slip your mind?" he questioned, a small grin on his face but worry in his eyes. "Everything we talked about this weekend? We have plans; none of them include you going back to that cold, empty apartment." He bit back the urge to tell her the biggest reason why she couldn't. It was something he was still keeping from her, and part of him hoped he could convince her to move in with him before he had to divulge the truth.

"You were serious?" she asked, her hands frozen stiff in mid air, on their way to bring her coffee mug to her lips. Her left eye twitched and her heart pounded against her chest.

He scoffed and his smile faded. "Are you saying you weren't?"

She blinked fast and shook her head. "No, no, I...I was, completely serious, I just thought that..." she finally took that sip of coffee and swallowed it, along with the lump that had built in her throat. "Things change. And when this ends, and it's back to work, back home, I just figured..." she chuckled and rolled her eyes. "You just got divorced, and there's a sea of women in that city who'd kill to get into bed with you. One...one who's already tried." She eyed him almost viciously. "Casey's waiting for you, you know that, don't you?"

"She can keep waiting," he said, his lips dragging over Olivia's cheek. He kissed her lips lightly. "And that sea of other women? They're shit out of luck. Baby, I'm yours." He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "And every morning, you'll wake up in my arms, we will have an hour or two, just like this, work the way we always have, and then I will take you home, and every night..."

She stopped his speaking with a kiss, silencing his words and her doubts, and for a moment she was lost in him. When she pulled away, though, she sighed. "Sorry," she muttered. "I guess that phone call from Cragen this morning got to me. This could all end tonight, and I...part of me isn't ready to face the reality of...well, reality."

He kissed her again. "Yeah, I know," he told her. "And you're not the only one having moments of disbelief, here, okay? Christ, when I woke up and you were in the shower, for a split second, I thought this had all been a dream."

"Then you hopped into the shower with me," she said, grinning, "And proved how wide awake you were."

He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed, slanting his lips over hers again. "Still awake," he half-whispered. His hands moved, skimming down her body. He got a good grip on her and lifted her, out of her chair and into his lap, still kissing her. He ran his hands upward, smoothing over her back and her neck, finally tangling his fingers in her hair. "I love you," he breathed into their kiss.

She moaned lightly, and then said, "I love you, too," before smiling against his lips and digging her nails into his back.

He pulled her shirt up, just a bit, and was about to slip his hands under the fabric, when his phone rang. "Fuck," he hissed. "If that's Porter purposely stopping us from..."

"Answer it," she scolded, her mouth attached to his neck.

He groaned and rolled his eyes, his left hand cupping and squeezing her ass as his right fumbled around on the table for his cell phone. "Stabler," he grumbled, finally finding and answering it. He tried like hell to keep from moaning as Olivia suckled on the thin skin behind his ear. He bit his lip, hard, and gave affirmative hums as he listened to the caller, but then he froze. He lifted his head up and gently pushed Olivia away. "What? How? When?" he asked in rapid succession. He tapped his lover on her back, getting her to move off of him, and rose from his chair. He looked around the room as he told the person on the other end of the phone, "How did this fucking happen?"

Olivia screwed up her face in confusion and folded her arms. "What?" she asked, loudly.

Elliot held up a finger as he shouted, "I don't care how you do it, just do it! We're not leaving, not again, so if he's on his way, then we're gonna be fucking ready for him. And I swear to God, when I get my hands on you...yeah, well you didn't do a good job of it, did you?" He huffed, spat an angry goodbye, and tossed his phone onto the couch.

"What the hell was that about?" she asked, taking a step toward him.

Fuming, he looked at her. "Fin," he hissed, "He was the only one in the unit who didn't secure his emails...it's not his fault,
but...Porter fucking sent him our address, just in case, and Haven...Haven hacked into the system and now he knows where we are." He laughed bitterly. "That was Porter, warning us. He's outside, now, waiting in a fucking car, and he promised a team would be out here within an hour, but if Haven's already on his way..."

"Then it's up to us," she finished for him, seeing the fire in his eyes. She rested a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "You said you wanted to get the bastard yourself."

He looked at her and nodded. "Damn right I did," he said firmly. He ran to the side of the room and pulled his gun, hers, and two others out of a drawer. He made sure they were all loaded before handing two of them to her. "You and me," he said.

She looked at him for a moment before kissing his lips softly. "Yeah," she whispered, and she dropped her head to his.

Elliot's eyes closed as he kissed her again, but they opened and slowly turned toward the front door.

Olivia saw where his gaze landed, and she noticed the fire in his eyes. She took a deep breath and realized, if Haven managed to get passed Porter, there was no way in hell he'd get passed Elliot.

Peace and Love

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