A couple weeks had gone by and Olivia had invited David to stay at her house while he was recovering from his bullet wounds. There was of course only one bed, but they made the best of it. Cragen had given Olivia time off but she didn't want to take it. Cragen insisted she at least take a two weeks. Being alone together with two weeks with anyone but Elliot was difficult for Olivia. She wasn't used to sharing her house or having to worry about sharing the T.V. remote.

"Were you watching me sleep?" Olivia questioned as her eyes fluttered open and she caught David staring at her.

"Yes," David admitted letting a small chuckle slide out, "You're cute when you sleep."

Olivia started blushing as she flung the covers off of her. She gave David a playful look at she climbed onto his lap and put her forehead on his. They gazed into each others eyes and Olivia leaned in to give David a kiss. When there lips met the sparks flew and passion rose through both their bodies. David wanted to go farther but he wasn't sure if Olivia was ready. He wanted her to make the first move.

Olivia continued her make-out session with David and finally slipped in her tongue. David backed off for a moment and two just stared at each other.

"Are you sure that you're ready for this?" David asked not taking his eyes off of her.

"Yes," Olivia answered. She proved she was ready to move farther with David by ripping her shirt off and helping David take off his. That's when she saw the white bandages where he had been shot not that long ago. She stopped and traced her fingers along them.

Olivia was starting to realize that she wasn't ready to go this far. She loved David but she wanted to make sure it would work out before she got too attached, "Does it hurt?"

David leaned his head back against his pillow and Olivia moved with him by laying her head on his bare chest.

"Only when it's touched," David said, "I'm a tough guy."

"I know you are," Olivia said smiling, "I'm sorry. I thought I was ready for this but, I just..."

David pushed his finger against Olivia's lips signaling her not to say anymore, "It's okay. We can wait until you're ready. I love you Olivia and I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here as long as it takes."

"I love you too."

"What do you say we go in the living room and I make us some dinner?" David asked, "Tomorrow you go back to work so we won't get to spend as much time together."

"I'd like that."

For dinner David cooked Olivia's favorite meal, spaghetti with a glass of champagne. They had both contributed to making the meal acting as young lovers the whole way. David would splatter tomato sauce towards Olivia and Olivia would backfire by throwing a meatball at him, "Don't mess with a cop," she said, "I might have to take you to jail."

David laughed as he made the finishing touches to the plates of spaghetti and carried them to the table. Olivia followed close behind him carrying two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne.

David pulled the cork out of the bottle making it make a popping sound and poured a little in each of the glasses, "Here's to happy endings."

"To happy endings," Olivia repeated as they clanked their champagne glasses together.

"Where did you learn to cook?" Olivia asked with a mouthful of spaghetti. It was her first bite and it tasted simply delicious.

"I'm glad you like it. I took a cooking class in college," David admitted. His face immediately changed to a shade of rose.

Olivia grinned from ear to ear as she pictured David in a college cooking class with a bunch of girls.

"Tough guy not so tough after all?"

"I have you know that a lot of tough men take cooking classes. It comes in handy with pleasing the ladies."

"Oh please," Olivia laughed before taking a drink, "I bet you were the only guy in that class."

"Actually," David said as he wrinkled up his forehead letting her know he was thinking, "There was one other guy. His name was Elliot. He thought he was too good for cooking class so he switched out after the first semester."

Olivia instantly froze. Did he just say Elliot? Of course there was more than one person in the world named Elliot but she couldn't help but miss her old partner. She tried to picture him in cooking class but she just couldn't see it. He was a good cook, she wouldn't deny that, but she highly doubted he had taken a class on it.

"Do you know his last name?" Olivia mumbled.

David, stunned by the question, thought back to the time when he was in cooking class. "I believe it was Staber?"

"Stabler?" Olivia questioned.

"Yeah," David answered not sure where the conversation was leading, "You know him?"

"Uh, I uh, I'm actually not feeling too well," Olivia complained pushing her plate away from her, "I think I'm going to go lay down."

"You alright?" David asked forgetting all about Elliot and worrying about how Olivia was feeling.

"Yeah," she said standing up from the table, "I'm probably just coming down with the flu. No big deal."

David stood up and planted a simple kiss onto Olivia's cheek, "I love you. I hope you feel better tomorrow."

"I love you too."

Olivia went into her bedroom and shut the door behind her. She knew that David would be in there shortly so she needed to let the tears out now. David and Elliot knew each other. Elliot. The thought of him made her feel sick. She had loved Elliot with her whole heart for years. When he left without saying goodbye she felt like her whole world had come tumbling down. She then met David and thought she was over it.. Nobody seemed to talk about Elliot anymore. She had some pictures of him stored away in a box under her bed along with a Semper Fi pendant he had sent her after he retired.

Olivia could hear David's footsteps getting closer to bedroom door so she wiped the tears from her eyes and pretended like she was asleep.