Thank you for your comments- I LOVE THEM! Sometimes ideas for these stories come at the most random times. Here's a fic I dreamed up while doing my dishes.

She fled the courtroom, hoping no one noticed her hasty exit. She ignored the sea of faces passing her as she sped walked through the crowds in the courtroom hallway. This was a highly publicized case, and the media did not hold back on comparing this case to the infamous William Lewis case. She had largely kept her shit together until now. With a verdict secured she could drop the facade and yell, cry, and scream, but not here.

She felt tears pressing the corners of her eyes once she made it to the parking garage. She managed to make it to her car before erupting into a full sob.

She nearly screamed when the passenger door opened and a bulky body dropped into the seat next to her, shutting the door behind him.

"God, Elliot! You could have said something while following me here!"

His eyes were sad and he answered, "I didn't want to stop you. You seemed like you wanted to get the hell out of there. I didn't want to be in your way."

"Well you're in my way now," her bite had more bite than she intended, but he wasn't phased. She wanted to yell at him to get out of her car, and leave her alone, but his face, and its sincere concern made her hold her tongue.

Even with the self-conscious burn she felt climbing her cheeks, she couldn't stop the flood of tears. The sobs came, and she had no power to stop them.

Elliot lifted the center console out of the way and pulled her into him. She fisted his shirt, and pressed her face into his chest, holding tightly to the feeling of his strong arms around her.

"More than ten years later, and I am still not free of him," she whispered between shuddering cries.

"Shhh," he comforted, as he rubbed her back. "Do you want me to drive you home?" She didn't even look up before nodding her head against his chest. She felt him press a kiss onto her head before opening the passenger door, dropping his hand from her waist.

The keys were in the ignition when he climbed into the driver's seat. Olivia laid on the seat, knowing it wasn't the safest position, but she could care less. She lacked the strength to pull herself into a sitting position. She scooted herself closer to Elliot so the top of her head laid close to his thigh. She felt him put her SUV into drive.

While at one of the numerous stoplights between her house and the courthouse, she felt his fingers run comfortingly through her hair. It was the perfect reminder that he was here and she wasn't alone. She still couldn't control the hiccuping cries, but his touch was soothing, a balm to her aching soul.

He parked in the designated spot at her apartment, but she still felt weak. "Wanna stay here or go up?" She wiped the wetness from her cheeks. Her mascara had to be a mess.

Still, she wanted to be home, not sobbing in the front seat of her car. "Let's go up."

She sat up and Elliot hurried to her side of the car, opening the door and helping her out. "I got you Liv." His arm shot around her waist and she felt some strength from his touch. "Just lean on me and Ill get you home."

If only he knew. If only he knew he was her home. No matter how much she wanted things to be different, some things would never change. As much as she wanted to angrily get away, her heart would always stupidly trust the man standing next to her.

Luckily the doorman was distracted by incoming packages, so he didn't notice the complete wreck of a tenant shuffling to the elevator.

Once in the elevator she turned her body completely into Elliot's. His arms instinctually wrapped around her, keeping her upright. She felt mortified at her reaction to all of this, but she was grateful that for once she wasn't alone.

He practically carried her to her apartment. "Keys?" He asked. She handed him her purse and he dug them out, and let them into her apartment. He seemed to know where she wanted to go, and in the privacy of her own apartment, he scooped her in his arms, and laid her in her bed. She rolled into her side, curling up into herself.

His face was level to hers when he asked, "What do you need Liv?"

Honestly, she wasn't sure what she needed. She always dealt with these meltdowns on her own. She reached for him and pulled him down next to her. "I need you right here."

"Okay," he whispered, his voice low and rich.

With his arms tightly around her, and his chest pressed into her back, she could feel his warm beating heart and she knew what she wanted, what she needed.

She let out a long shaky breath, and turned her body towards his, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His eyes searched hers in surprise before she'd lips were on his, laced with quiet desperation.

He kissed her back with all the want and desire of twenty years, and in that moment she knew that he was everything she ever wanted. Everything she ever needed.

She pressed her body into his, and slipped her tongue into his mouth, asking for everything he was willing to give. He returned the deepening of the kiss, before gently rolling her on top of him.

She continued to kiss him with a hungry desire, and the need to forget this day and get lost the man she always wanted but continually pushed away.

Her hands pressed deeply into his chest and she trailed her lips across his face and jaw and settled on his neck. He groaned with pleasure and tightened his large hands on her waist.

His voice broke her concentration, "Olivia," he cautioned, his voice strained. "I don't want to do anything you will regret later."

She wanted this. She needed this. She knew he could never deny anything she asked for, "Please?" Her voice nearly begged with husky need.

She pulled back, only slightly, His face was uncertain and skeptical, but also filled with that same burning desire.

She clung to his shirt, and kissed his throat, "I could never regret this," she whispered, "I could never regret you." Her hand tugged at the bottom of his shirt, and that seemed enough permission for him.

His hands slid under her shirt and he groaned as he felt every curve of her body. "God, I love you." He murmured against her lips.

She released his lips long enough to pull her shirt over her head, still straddling his waist. She felt his eyes rake over her body in adoration. He pulled her down to him, kissing her hard and deep.

He rolled her underneath him, and she felt his gaze again, "You're so goddamn perfect." His fingers traced the skin from her chest to navel.

His lips trailed across her chest while reaching behind her to undo the clasps of her bra, and her heart pounded when her bra fell away and he could see nearly everything, and she gasped as his lips suddenly became hot on hers and his hands were everywhere and she yanked his shirt over his head, and pressed her hands down his well defined chest and abdomen before working on his belt buckle. His lips were everywhere and his fingers were pulling away her clothes and she happily got lost in the frantic delirium.

-000-

She settled into him, both still breathing hard, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His fingers ran through her hair, " You're incredible," he whispered, "everything I ever wanted.

She felt tears prick her eyes, but these were not tears of a traumatized, broken woman. They were tears of joy and satisfaction as she was tightly held in the strong arms of her partner.

I'm thinking about a part two for this one- since they kind of just jumped into bed, they really didn't get to talk about what needs to be talked about.