Author's note: Hey, guys! It's been so long, right? I'm so excited to be back and ready to update. I know I should really be working on Enough, but I have such a giant case of writer's block when it comes to that story. Maybe I'll try and think of the last few chapters and just finish it. But, anyway, enjoy this chapter!

Olivia walked into the precinct in a funkier mood than usual, Elliot noticed. He knew by the look on her face that he needed to stay out of her way.

She threw herself down on her chair, opening the bottom drawer of her desk, stuffing her purse inside of it and slamming it shut.

After an angry, heavy huff of breath, she slammed her fingers furiously against her keyboard, her eyes beating on her computer.

Her screen froze, causing her to slap her hand against the side of it. She groaned, "Come on, you piece of crap!"

Munch walked past her, stopping behind her chair. "I know he can be a real ass sometimes, but that's no way to talk about Stabler."

Olivia shot him a death glare and hit her computer again. It shut off on her, causing her to whimper pitifully. She rested her elbows atop her desk and buried her face in her hands. "This is just not my day."

Elliot finally opened his mouth. "Alright, what's wrong?"

Olivia shook her head. "Nothing."

"Jamie's busy at work again, isn't he?"

Olivia nodded slowly, shamefully almost. "I haven't heard from him since our date last Tuesday."

Elliot knew that ever since she met Jamie, she was always stressed and upset. Jamie practically sucked the life out of her just by saying he couldn't make dinner. Personally, Elliot didn't like the guy, but he tolerated him for Olivia's sake.

"I know what it's like having shitty hours, though. It's just a part of the sacrifice you make for your career." Olivia once again gave Jamie the benefit of the doubt, defending him, putting him on a silver platter.

"Just because he works a lot doesn't mean he can't pick up the phone to call you." Elliot said, dropping his pen and staring down at her.

"I'm sure he's tried, El."

"I dunno." Elliot said, shaking his head. "I just don't think this relationship, this guy, is what's best for you."

Olivia scoffed. "Like you know what's best for me."

Elliot stuck his hands up in mock surrender. "Jeez, Liv. Calm down, will you?"

Olivia scooted out of her seat, sliding her rolling chair across the room. She disappeared down the hall, and Elliot assumed she went into the bathroom to cool off.

After about fifteen minutes of being M.I.A., Olivia came back into the squad room, keeping her face towards the floor. She sat down at her desk, much more calmly than before, and opened the file in front of her.

Elliot knew she was too angry to actually be reading it, but she didn't snap the pages back like he would.

"I'm sorry I said that. I was out of line." Elliot said. "I just wanted to be an ass."

Olivia smiled softly. "I forgive you."

"I got ahold of Jamie,"

He didn't expect her head to jerk up so forcefully, so... angry?

"You what?" She snapped.

He looked dumbfounded, he didn't know whether or not to continue.

"You did what?" She repeated.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go behind your back-"

"No, no, it's okay. I just..." Olivia seethed a breath of air through her gritted teeth. "What'd he say?"

"He misses you." So he says. "Says he wants to meet up this weekend." Bullshit. He wants to fuck you this weekend, that's it.

"I'll call him later." Olivia said, turning her head away and pretending she didn't care that she was finally getting to see Jamie.

Elliot nodded. "Yeah, tell him hi for me."

Olivia's face crinkled up, confused over why Elliot wanted to have anything to do with Jamie. He'd been more than accepting of Jamie Olivia had been more than appreciative of that.

"I will." She said.

Elliot's phone buzzed, he waited awhile before reading the text that appeared on his screen.

He cleared his throat before shoving his phone back into his pocket.

Olivia looked up at him, smirking. "Sexting, Stabler?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "No. Lizzie needs a ride from school."

Olivia nodded. "I haven't seen her in awhile, how old is she now?"

"Twelve as of June fourth." Elliot informed, picking up his pen and continuing to write.

Olivia thought back on all four of Elliot's beautiful children. They were all remarkable and she felt lucky to know them.

Elliot tapped his foot anxiously and bit the inside of his cheek. It was surprisingly easy to lie to his partner, but he hated himself for doing it.

The text wasn't from Lizzie, but from her Mother.

Elliot was losing his mind, his children, his best friend; he didn't want anyone to know about the text message he actually received.

Just got the papers. Divorce is final! Thanks for your cooperation... -Kathy.

And now he was loosing his wife.

Author's note: Okay, so that was a super duper short chaper, but I think this is the shortest one I have written. It's two a.m. and I have finals tomorrow, otherwise I'd write the next chapter. THIS STORY WILL EVENTUALLY BE EO, SO HAVE NO FEAR. At least, I think it's gonna be EO. I dunno, depends on what y'all want..

Sorry for the use of foul language in this chapter! Oh, and everyone in this story is a little younger, Eli does not exist, but this takes place present day.Review, tell me what you want more of and what you want less of! I'm very open minded and I take in every single review you guys send.

xo,

Briana. (: