Chapter 1

Olivia closed the door behind her and kicked off her shoes, sighing at the feel of the soft carpet on her feet. She dropped her bag to the floor before taking off her jacket and walking towards the living room. She could hear the TV was on and by the cheering coming from it he was watching the game.

She walked into the open doorway and stopped, staring in disbelief at the mess in the living room. Empty beer cans lay on the floor and coffee table along with empty glasses and pizza boxes and the sink full of dishes.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," she said under her breath as she looked around the room, the anger building quickly inside her, as she glared at the person asleep on the couch.

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"So what we got?" asked Fin as he and Cragen entered the small room.

"You my friends have turned up, just at the right time," grinned Munch his eyes fixed on the monitor in front of him.

"Is it our guy?" he asked, as both him, and Cragen sat on the chairs either side of Munch.

"Oh no better than that," he laughed. "Olivia has just got in from work. Before she left for work today, she done all the house work, just like every good wife does when her husband is away training all day," he smiled. "However her so called hard working husband got finished early and decided to have some guys from his platoon over for a few drinks and to watch the game," he explained. "Probably so he could get a read on them away from work."

"And?" asked Cragen as they watched Olivia walking towards the couch and her sleeping ex partner.

"Well her husband and his friends kind of made a mess," laughed Munch. "And I would say Olivia is a little pissed off," he told them as they all watched Olivia kick Elliot's feet off the table.

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"What the hell," he said jumping awake and looking around the room as he tried to get his eyes to focus. He looked up at Olivia who was glaring down at him. "What's wrong?" he asked her sitting up and picking up his half drunk can.

"You're seriously asking me what's wrong!" she yelled as Elliot took a drink from his can. "Have you seen the state of this place?"

Elliot looked around and shrugged. "I had a few of the guys around after work, I hoped a few drinks would loosen them up a bit and one of them might let something slip."

"And what….. You couldn't have tidied up when you were done?"

Elliot narrowed his eyes at her.

"I fell asleep, I had a hard day and was tired, it's only a few cans and dishes it's no big deal."

"What and you don't think I'm tired," she said storming into the kitchen and grabbing a trash bag.

Elliot stood up and watched her as she slammed the cupboard shut.

"Yeah, it must be real hard, sitting around all morning then out for a few hours work in the afternoon."

"I had to entertain those half brained women this morning, because it was my turn for the friggin coffee morning. I had to listen to them as they went on and on about shopping and who is banging who around the camp. What little Emma done at dance class, and how little Eddie wasn't picked for the school team again…"

Eliot tried to cut in but she had none of it.

"….. Then I tidied this place, before leaving for work, where I had to go and clean up other peoples shit, because apparently, that's the thing for wives around here to do, especially if you don't have five kids trailing behind them. Because god forbid any of them should actually have a life away from this place and think for themselves. Then I come home to find you lying on your lazy ass, a sink full of dishes, and shit everywhere."

Elliot watched as she picked up the cans throwing them into the bag.

"I was going to tidy up," he said as she snatched the now empty can out of his hand.

"What like you were going to do the dishes last night, or when you were going to do the laundry the day before that or maybe just once take the trash out."

"I got called out!" he yelled back. "What did you want me to do? Tell them I couldn't come in because my wife needed me to do the dishes. Jesus Christ Liv I'm supposed to be a training Sergeant."

"I'm not here to tidy up after you and do everything for you. I'm not your wife and I'm not Kathy fucking Stabler!" Elliot glared at her, his temper rising. "And what about the other nights, are you trying to tell me going to the bar was work? That coming in drunk when we are supposed to be working was part of the job."

"I was trying to fit in. Get a handle on things. We have been here almost 3 weeks and so far we have squat. We need to fit in more. So yes, me going out and getting drunk was part of the job," he said watching her as she stormed past him. "Maybe if you tried a bit harder to fit instead of looking down on all the women around here all the time like they are beneath you, just because they like to stay at home and support their husbands then I wouldn't have to all the time."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Well it's not like you even try to make an effort with any of the other wives to get to know them. Maybe if you tried smiling every now and then, instead of having a constant scowl on your face….."

"Fuck you!"

"Witty comeback," he smirked. "It's not like you haven't said that before over the last few weeks," he said as he walked towards her and grabbing the trash bag from her hands as he walked past.

"Where the hell are you going!" she shouted to him.

"To put the trash out," he said turning back around. "Anything to stop you fucking nagging all the time. Oh and I forgot to tell you. I invited some of the guys and their wives and girlfriends around for drinks tomorrow night. So you can show them that sparkling personality of yours."

Olivia bent over and picked up an empty can from the floor and threw it at him just missing his head as it bounced off the wall beside him.

"What the fuck!" he snapped turning around and facing her.

"It's no wonder Kathy left you if this is how you were as a husband, living with you is enough to make any woman think twice about getting married," she said glaring at him.

"Except Kathy never left me, I left her. Maybe if you hadn't been scowling and a total bitch for the last few weeks I might have had a chance to explain why. And it's no wonder your still single, no man is crazy enough to put up with you," he said back to her. "Christ we have only been pretending to be married for three weeks and I already want a divorce. Don't wait up for me," he told her before storming out of the house slamming the door behind him.

"Fucker!" she yelled throwing a can after him hitting the door as it slammed shut behind him.