This is shamelessly cheesy. You've been warned.

Three months and three phone calls later…

Elliot slumped back into the backseat of the Uber. It was done. Finally. He could be home, and he was tempted to tell Ayanna he couldn't do these types of jobs anymore. He needed stability. His kids needed stability. Olivia needed stability. And he was tired of putting the job first. He pulled out his phone to text Liv.

E: Just getting in. Need to do the final report.

O: They're making you do that today?

E: I requested it. I want this to be closed and done.

O: I get that.

He wanted to see her. They had talked a few times while he'd been away. They texted occasionally, and things were going okay. They hadn't broached anything too serious. Neither of them wanted to cross that bridge while he wasn't in the city, but that left him wondering where the stood. So, instead of rushing to her office in the middle of a work day, he'd complete his official report, and go home for the night. He'd shower, scrounge up some food and crash on the couch for the night. Tomorrow he would ask Liv to dinner. Or lunch. Or coffee. Honestly, he would do whatever the hell she wanted as long as he could finally see her.

-000-

Olivia drummed her fingers against her desk. She glance at the clock. It was only 2:30pm. Once Elliot told her he was home, the day crawled. She knew he had to get through his final report, but she thought he would at least ask to see her after. But he hadn't. So now, she sat at her desk, eyes on the clock, nervously tapping her fingers on the desk.

After she glanced at her phone for the millionth time, she groaned. It had only been fifteen minutes. She needed to get out of there and do something before she went crazy. She peeked at her phone one more time, but the screen still sat blank.

She chucked her phone into her purse. She was going to be useless for the rest of the day. She needed to leave.

After giving Fin some half-assed excuse that he obviously didn't believe, she left the precinct. As she slipped into her car she checked her phone again, but ended up throwing it against the seat angrily.

She could text him, but if he really wanted to see her wouldn't he text her as soon as he could. She knew she was overthinking this, but she had spent the last few months waiting. She was tired of waiting. She was going home.

-000-

Elliot groaned when he finally sank into the seat of his car. His report took forever . Some idiot kept insisting on specific details that weren't exactly important to the overall case. He had to check his case notes for ever minute detail. It was frustrating and tedious, and all he wanted to do was call Olivia.

He pulled up his phone hoping to see at least one message from her, but he was disappointed when encountered a blank screen.

He felt like things were going well. He felt encouraged by the progress they had made, and he finally dared to hope for something more. That blank message window reiterated the years of silence that plagued their relationship.

He needed to go home and rest. Maybe he was making the silence mean more than it should. He was tired, and maybe sleep would help him think more clearly. It was a long day and he just wanted it to be over.

-000-

Olivia unlocked the door and dropped her keys onto the entry table with a clank. She tossed her bag onto the couch and wandered into the kitchen. It was probably too early in the day for wine, but she didn't really care. One glass wouldn't hurt and she hoped it would calm the volatile storm of emotion that tortured her throughout the day.

After finding a glass she poured her wine and settled into the barstool next to the island. She took a sip of wine, and tried to quiet her nerves.

-000-

Elliot plunged the key into the lock with an exhale. Home. Finally. He almost immediately kicked his shoes off upon entering. He shed his tie, aimlessly tossing it on his entry table. He started on his shirt buttons as he tried to decide if he wanted to shower first or sleep.

He finished the row of buttons, and tossed his shirt into the laundry basket situated next to his bedroom door. He paused, still trying to make his decision, but he ultimately decided he was thirsty and headed towards the kitchen. He froze when he finally realized he wasn't alone.

There Olivia sat, in his kitchen, sipping on a glass of wine. He couldn't stop the smile teasing the corners of his mouth.

"I was kind of expecting at least a text," she said cooly, sipping his wine.

He stepped towards her, fully grinning. "I thought you would text me."

Her long legs were crossed, and one leg bounced softly. "I figured since you were the one who left you would call me."

He was encroaching on her space, and one hand dropped to the stool back, "I didn't want to push too hard. I planned on calling tomorrow."

She uncrossed her legs and shifted the barstool towards him so she now faced him. "Tomorrow huh?"

One of his hands found its way to her hip while the other remained on the stool back. He leaned further into her space and her breath hitched. "Couldn't wait that long?" He teased.

She gave him that smile. The one she tried to hold back. The one she gave when she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making her laugh. It was adorable.

Her hand rose to his cheek, and her gaze fell heavily on him. Her mouth was so close.

His eyes dropped to the compass laying delicately against her chest. He lifted his hand and let his fingers brush the surface. He smiled when her breathing quickened in response to his touch. He leaned in, keeping his lips a breath away from hers. "Did it lead you to happiness Liv?"

She brushed her lips across his, "Yeah," her voice was a breathy whisper. "It led me to you."

I *could* do a part two... I'm thinking about it...