Olivia looked up from her paperwork and sighed. She closed the file in front of her and began to push her chair back from her desk.

Elliot threw his eyes toward her, his head still angled toward his paperwork. "Done?" he asked from the desk across from hers.

"For tonight anyway," she answered.

"You okay?" he inquired, studying the worn look in her eyes.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Some are just harder than others."

"That's what makes it worthwhile, you know?"

"I know," she said, reaching into her desk drawer for her purse.

"You outta here?"

"Yeah El, I'm tired."

"You should be."

She stood slowly, pulled her jacket from the back of her chair, and paused for a moment, glancing over at Elliot. He did not look up until she spoke.

"El ...," she began with hesitation. "Can I tell you something?"

He dropped his pen, leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. "Absolutely."

Olivia slowly made her way around her desk toward Elliot. He could sense her hesitation. "What's wrong, Liv?"

She moved between him and his desk and looked into his eyes. Torn between her heart and her mind, she put her right hand on Elliot's left cheek and slowly drew her head toward his. Olivia's eyes slipped closed as she brought her lips gently to Elliott's. He froze momentarily, then finally dropped his hands from behind his head, closed his eyes and drew his hand up Olivia's arm.

The moment was fleeting but sweet. Olivia slowly pulled away and despite her fear of what she might see, opened her eyes to find his. She smiled slightly, watching his small smile turn into a smirk. "Yeah?" he asked.

She laughed a little. "Yeah," she said, picked up her jacket and, with one more small smile for Elliot, his eyes now gleaming, she started for the door.

"Liv ...," he tried to stall her.

"Tomorrow, Elliot. We'll talk tomorrow," she said, smiling over her shoulder and making her way through the door.