AN: Hi everyone, this was my first ever SVU fan fiction. Thank you for reading and for all your support throughout!

"You don't have to do this." Elliot's voice pierced through Olivia's train of thought.

She'd registered the uneasy tone as he approached her from behind.

"I know," she said nonchalantly opening her locker. This wasn't the first time she'd been given a task at work she wasn't entirely comfortable with.

"I don't think it's safe." Elliot rounded to face her, demanding her eye contact.

She surrendered, reluctantly meeting his gaze. "There will be over twenty cops outside Elliot, believe me I've been a lot less safe."

Her thoughts immediately drew back to Sealview and she could see he was reading it in her eyes. She hated how he did that.

Olivia looked away, concentrating on the contents of her locker instead.

"I still don't think it's fair that Cragen's putting you in this position, just because you're a woman." He spoke to the side of her face.

She thought for a moment and then firmly shut her locker.

"I'll be fine El." She gave him a weak smile and walked towards the door.

It was moments like this that Olivia almost wished Elliot's rebuttal in Cragen's office had paid off. Her legs were chilled from the night air and her breasts were pushed so far out of her dress she was worried she'd have a wardrobe malfunction.

As she pulled open the door to the bar her stomach dropped with nerves. She tried not to let the fact that the dress that was clinging to her body was slowly itching its way up her ass with every step. Then there were her feet. It had been a while since she had stepped into a pair of strappy high heels and with every step she felt a slice of pain. How women dressed like this on a regular basis she'd never know.

She scanned the bar discreetly. It was dull and grimy and in dire need of restoration. So far every man that glanced her way fit the description of the perp. She could feel almost all their eyes on her. A couple of women in a booth gave her dirty looks as if she were invading their territory. Olivia tried to stifle her nerves, she could do this. She took a seat at the bar and was tended to immediately, one advantage of having your breasts out she assumed.

"What can I get you pretty lady?" The bar tender was an older gentleman that looked as if he'd had a tough life.

"A scotch and coke," she said smoothly, knowing full well it would just be for show.

She watched as he poured the shot of scotch, spilling it over the glass of ice. As he reached for the soda she felt a hand on the small of her back and tried not to jump.

"Can I buy you that drink?"

She turned her head slowly catching the eyes that matched the voice. She studied his features and quickly assessed that he wasn't their guy. His nose was too small and his eyes too dark. What she would have given for this to be the perp, the sooner this was over, the sooner she could rid this outfit and get back into her slacks. Unfortunately in front of her was a distraction that would only prolong this somewhat unsavoury experience.

"I have money," she said sedately and before she gave him a chance to respond she cut him off. "Thanks anyway."

Fortunately he was smarter than the average guy and took the hint and retreated.

The bartender had filled the rest of the glass with coke and just as he slid it in front of Olivia she heard her name come through her earpiece. She strained to hear what came next over the clinking glasses and scattered voices.

"He just entered the bar Liv." She heard Fin's voice.

She made no sudden movements, her eyes caught the reflection in the mirror wall of the bar. Two men had walked in confidently, this was her cue.

Taking a deep breath she slid off the stool and strutted towards the men. She got close enough that her upper arms brushed theirs as she waltzed between them. As she disappeared into the ladies bathroom she was praying she'd made an impact.

She took a deep breath and paced the bathroom, letting enough time pass for people to assume she was attending to ladies business. She caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror and hardly recognised herself.

Her almond brown eyes looked shades darker due to the rim of smokey eye makeup. Those eyes drifted down to her breasts and she tried to pull her dress up a little where it dipped at the cleavage but it wouldn't budge. She pressed her full red lips together, itching to blot the bright colour off on a paper towel. She felt for the back of her dress to ensure her ass wasn't showing, she gave it a little pull but it was just as stubborn.

"Liv."

She snapped back to reality. For a moment she thought that voice had come from inside the bathroom but realised quite quickly it was her earpiece.

"They're loitering outside the bathroom." Fin's voice was almost a whisper.

She became a little uneasy, they were waiting for her. It was now confirmed that this was going to happen. She had a flash back to Sealview and closed her eyes.

She was silently thankful that there were no cameras on her right now as her expression was etched with concern. She knew she could handle this, she was a good cop. She was trained, prepared and ready for this but now with no gun and a poor excuse for a dress, suddenly she was faltering.

The victims had two things in common, being a patron in this bar and wearing skimpy clothing. She had done her best to immolate the description, the harsh scarlet barely there dress obviously caught their eyes. She needed to pull it together and focus, at the very least for the victims. She had to put these bastards away.

Sucking in a breath she was back, she walked towards the door and pushed it open. Sure enough the two men were eying her already as she walked past them. They were on her heels immediately and followed her back to her drink. As she sat down she tried to ignore them, but they took a seat either side of her.

She noticed her drink was still where she'd left it. Without a second thought she knew there was no way she would touch it. She had lost count of the amount of cases she'd worked where women had their drinks spiked. She fingered the glass for something to do, but didn't lift it.

"What are you drinking?" one of them asked her. She could smell the liquor on his breath and his body odour was less than pleasing. She turned to face him, capturing his light eyes and sizeable nose. She tried to steady her breathing.

Just as she was about to answer the other man slid his hand firm across her bare thigh. Her instant reaction was to elbow him in the throat but regrettably she had to act like a lady. She shuddered internally at his touch.

She brushed his hand off her leg and smiled politely. "Scotch and coke," she answered, her voice breathy and inviting. "You want some?"

She lifted the glass and offered it to the man on her right.

He instantly reclined and her suspicions were confirmed. Fin didn't relay that message to her which was slightly odd, they had cameras throughout the bar so they couldn't miss it. Perhaps she was just being too presumptuous.

"Doesn't look like you're enjoying your drink there, perhaps you'd like something else?" said the man whose hand had found it's way back to her leg. He used his other to motion to the bar tender before she could answer.

"Three quick fucks," he said roughly.

She nearly choked on his words, these guys didn't waste any time.

She didn't know exactly what a quick fuck entailed but she assumed it was a shot of some concoction.

"I don't drink shots," she said abruptly, grabbing at any excuse to get out of drinking.

"Well you have to try this shot, it's the best." He winked and slid the shot in front of her.

Olivia swallowed hard, a little unsure of how to avoid getting out of drinking in this situation. It would seem these guys wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I really don't want it, but thanks." She tried once more, pleading they'd give in.

"Did you hear that? This hot little thing doesn't want a quick fuck." His voice was laced with anger.

She bit her lip hard, she knew she'd have to do it otherwise she'd risk blowing her cover. She grasped the shot and drew it up to her lips. It had been a while since she'd drank straight spirits but she had to play it cool. The burning milky liquid slid down her throat in one quick motion and her throat felt like it was on fire.

She placed the shot glass down on the counter and swallowed, not a breath out of place.

She noticed with surprise that they hadn't drunk their shots and realised why when one of the men slowly slid his shot in front of her.

"I agreed to one," she quickly responded.

"You sure you don't want two quick fucks?" His dry voice twisted into a sly smile.

She picked up on what he was inferring and it made her sick.

"I didn't even want one," she said a little too firmly.

"Well it's not about what you want," the one to her right whispered. "Drink."

She was hoping that statement would be one that would come back to haunt him in court. She prayed her wire was recording every syllable out of these pricks mouths.

He began pushing the shot further towards her. She felt cornered. She should have just gotten up right then and there but she'd come so far and they'd gone through so much to find these sons of bitches. She wasn't stopping now. She'd told Cragen, Elliot and anyone who doubted her that she could handle this.

She lifted the shot to her lips and tipped it back quicker than the first. The burning sensation eased up slightly. The only indication of her distress was her digging her fingernails lightly under the barstool beneath her. Then before the men had a chance, she reached for the third shot and repeated the process. She knew it was coming, so there was no reason to delay it.

Then she heard the statement that nearly made her choke on the shot.

"Just looking at you makes me hard."

She didn't catch who'd said it to her, but at that point it didn't matter.

"Olivia, you ok?" She heard Fin in her ear and she didn't know why he was asking because she couldn't answer. Then she felt a hand moving between her legs and she snapped, pushing the guy back.

"Olivia, wrap this up." She heard in her ear but she was already sliding off the stool and moving towards the back door that they had previously arranged. She knew she'd have half the squad waiting outside for her and felt a great sense of relief at that.

It had only been three shots but they were in rapid succession and they'd already taken affect. Drinking wasn't part of the plan and she was suddenly anxious. She knew in the agreement she was supposed to make sure the men followed her out but a big part of her was praying they wouldn't.

"Where you going pretty thing?"

No such luck.

She opened the door and the cold night air slammed into her like a solid wall. It was way too cold to be dressed in practically nothing.

"We paid for your drinks, we should get something in return."

The words sunk through her to the core. How many women had these men stalked and attacked. She was only aware of three recent cases, but the way they were playing this game, they were no amateurs.

She was supposed to wait for them to make the first move but she was done waiting, she swung around suddenly and kneed one of them square in the crotch. He hit the ground moaning and the other one launched at her. He grabbed her around the waist and threw her at the wall. Her temple connected with the concrete and it span her out.

He came up behind her and pushed her face against the wall, his body caging hers. "You can't leave without your quick fucks," he whispered into her ear as the other one got up.

What she would give for her gun right now. She struggled against him and suppressed the thought of tears. Visions of Sealview flooded back in an instant and she closed her eyes. Up until last year she had no idea what it was like for the thousands of women she had interviewed over the years, or of what it was like for her mother.

His hands went for his belt buckle as he held her against the wall with the other. She could get him down on the ground in a second, one elbow to the throat followed by a firm knee to the groin and she was in business, but that wasn't part of the plan. Any minute 20 cops were supposed to be all over these assholes, but they were nowhere to be seen. That's when she heard it.

"Get your fucking hands off her!"

Elliot. She could pick his voice anywhere, even in times like this. She felt the pressure on her body relieved and her face came off the wall. Elliot had elbowed him in the neck, kicking him as he rolled over moaning on the ground.

She rubbed her cheek and checked her hand for blood but her palm was clean.

Elliot had his gun trained on the other man and she was wondering where the hell everyone else was. She got her answer when Fin, Munch and the rest of the squad began racing to the scene grasping the two men and handcuffing them. Olivia watched as Elliot picked up the guy who was on her and slammed him against the wall.

Fin stepped in creating a shield. "Don't do this," he whispered.

The alcohol in her system coupled with the after effects of her hitting the wall had her standing there helpless, watching the scene instead of interacting. She would give anything for a jacket or something to cover up. Without so much as a look in her direction Elliot was walking back to the van and slowly she began to follow him, her heels echoing through the car park. The two men were already in the paddy wagon and she didn't so much as look their way. It had all happened so fast.

She saw Cragen coming toward her with a jacket.

"You ok?" he said into the night before he reached her. She nodded her answer and he handed her the jacket.

"What's with Elliot?" she asked concerned, realising he hadn't even checked if she was ok.

"He broke protocol," Cragen said, snapping. "He went in too early and he went in alone."

Olivia's eyebrows drew together in confusion. It hadn't seemed that premature.

"We weren't far behind Liv, thirty seconds and we'd have all we needed. He just wouldn't wait."

Thirty seconds.

She bit into the inside of her cheek. She didn't say anything.

"I knew you could handle yourself," Cragen said to confirm it.

He had a lot of faith in her and for good reason. She'd never proved him wrong and if it weren't for those shots she'd be in agreement. Olivia slid on the jacket and felt a monumental sense of relief as she tied it around her waist.

"You did good Liv, we should have enough on both of them, Williamson for sure. If Elliot had been any earlier, we'd be shit out of luck," he said still reeling.

She nodded and looked past Cragen to where Elliot was starting up the car. She realised all her stuff was in there as well as her ride home and that's just where she wanted to be.

Cragen turned to see Elliot driving towards the exit of the car park. "Elliot!" he called out loudly waving him over.

"What is he doing?" Cragen said in a mumble, shaking his head.

Slowly Elliot drove over and pulled up in front of them. She didn't wait for permission, just opened the door and slid into the passenger seat shutting it behind her.

Elliot accelerated before she had a chance to say goodbye to Cragen.

She grabbed onto the car door handle at the intense speed and reached for the seatbelt hastily. As she clicked it into place she considered making a sarcastic comment about him trying to get them killed but thought better of it. He was in one of those moods and telling him he was driving like a maniac was not going to help.

It had been so loud outside, cops swarming, bar patrons looking on, people yelling, cars speeding off. Now in the confines of Elliot's car there was nothing but an unyielding silence.

She shifted in her seat. The jacket wasn't as long as she hoped and her bare legs were left in plain view. She was beyond uncomfortable in this clothing and tried crossing her legs. After realising that only made her dress ride even higher up her thigh she quickly corrected her stance.

It had been a good five minutes of dead silence and she needed to break it.

"Were you just going to leave me there?" she asked with a hint of disbelief.

When they passed through a couple of traffic lights she came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to respond.

The tension only amplified at his stillness and she let out the breath she was holding. She watched as it clouded in front of her as if she'd just exhaled from a cigarette.

She started rubbing her hands together, she'd thought once she got in the car it wouldn't be so damn freezing but she was almost shaking. Her bare legs were covered in goosebumps and she couldn't understand why Elliot didn't have the heat on. On any other day she would have leaned over and turned it on herself but she remained still. It wouldn't be worth it.

Her feet were still aching but she was thankful to be sitting down at least. She let her eyes drift close in an effort to block out the cold and Elliot's nauseating silence.

When she opened her eyes again they were nearly at her apartment. At some point Elliot had turned the heat on and her body temperature had settled down slightly.

She glanced over at him for the first time since she got into his car. They'd spent the whole car ride in silence, not exactly something new for them. She hated it when he was like this, angry and pissed off for a reason he kept only to himself.

She looked at his bare ring finger and chewed on her bottom lip, unable to fathom that he hadn't said a damn word to her about it. She noticed it last week when he handed her a cup of coffee but couldn't be sure how long before that it had been removed. Things between them had been off for months and she couldn't help but connect the two, as if he was taking his personal issues out on her.

Elliot pulled the car to a stop without a word, he just looked straight ahead. She was watching the side of his face, trying to figure out if it was better for all if she got out without a word.

He had left the ignition running and she took the hint. With a sigh she reached for her things and opened the door. She slammed it a little too firmly and began walking to her front stoop. She heard movement behind her and for a moment she thought Elliot had decided to walk her in, or in the least say something to her. As she turned slightly she was met with a strange guy behind her instead.

"Hey baby," he leered. His eyes scraping down her body.

She couldn't catch a break. She was going to burn these clothes.

Elliot was out of the car before she even had a chance to tell this guy to piss off and his weapon was drawn. "Get down," he yelled at the unsuspecting man.

"What the?" The man was suddenly on his knees.

"Please don't hurt me!" He almost whimpered.

"Elliot!" She moved quickly towards him, grasping his forearm, attempting to lower his weapon.

"Get inside," he hissed.

"Elliot," she whispered sternly. "Let him go before you screw up again." The words came out before she had a chance to assess them.

She watched his face morph into anger and disbelief, she would have given anything to take back that last word.

Again.

He told the man to get lost and they watched as he raced off into the night. It was so cold she could see his breath coming out in rapid bursts. Silently she was waiting for Elliot to react to what she'd just said.

He re-holstered his weapon and walked up her stoop. He pulled open the door to her building.

"Olivia." He used her full name and already she felt nauseous.

"Get inside," he told her, his eyes pointing to the direction he wanted her to go.

She clenched her jaw determined not to bite back and complied.

He followed her up the stairs and all the way to her door. Before she reached for her keys she turned around to face him and he was practically shadowing her, looking down the corridor like he was her bodyguard.

He was close and she had to step back a little to compose herself.

"What are you doing?" she asked with annoyance.

She couldn't remember the last time he walked her right up to her door.

"Get inside," he told her again.

She scrunched up her face with irritation. She couldn't hold her tongue any longer, not when he was so out of line.

"That guy wasn't going to hurt me, what is wrong with you?" She looked at him like he was losing it.

"What is wrong with me?" He almost laughed.

"Olivia," he said as his eyes drifted away from hers. "I'm not going to ask you again," he told her placing a hand firm on the wall beside her door, determined not to budge. "Go."

She was fuming inside at the way he was acting and couldn't understand why he wasn't looking at her when she hadn't taken her eyes off him.

Abruptly she decided she'd had enough. "Go home Elliot. I don't need this."

Still not looking at her, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his keys. He wasted no time locating her key and opened her door. Her eyes went wide, she was furious that he so openly and purposefully crossed a line. She wanted to pull that set of keys from him and rip off the key she'd only given him for emergencies.

He walked inside without so much as an invitation and she angrily followed him. He was a stubborn son of a bitch.

A part of her was lingering on the fact that he automatically knew which key it was when she couldn't remember the last time he needed to use it.

He shut the door behind her and let out a sigh as if suddenly now they were safe.

"Elliot." Her voice dragged as she stepped towards him. "What the hell is going on?"

He just looked at her for a few moments with a guarded expression, almost as if he was in pain. Moments from questioning him again Elliot spoke.

"You really think I screwed up tonight?" he asked her point blank.

She was surprised it was that point he'd been focusing on.

Before he gave her a chance to retract her earlier comment he continued. "Cragen just let you dangle there like a piece of meat in front of wolves. I kept saying 'now' and he kept saying 'wait.' It's like he wanted to milk as much evidence out of them as he could, damning the consequences to you."

She closed her eyes with a sigh. "Elliot, it was under control."

A pang of guilt shot through her. If it weren't for those three shots it would have been under control.

"Screw that," he said roughly. "He had you Liv, two seconds later and…"

She watched him struggle to finish the sentence and her heart dropped. She saved him from finishing.

"Ok, it was extreme," she told him trying to hold his eye contact long enough to ease his concern. She watched as his eyes softened slightly and swallowed before continuing.

"But Cragen knew what he was doing, he knew what I was capable of and wouldn't have put me in that position if he didn't think I could handle myself."

Olivia sucked in a breath before finishing. "And if it came down to it, I have the training and the ability to defend myself."

That's when Elliot scoffed, spitefully and outright. "That's ridiculous." He shook his head.

The anger began to build within her.

"Two men Olivia, two rapists and you, dressed like that." He indicated the apparel beneath her coat. "With no gun and no hope."

Her eyes narrowed. "Well it's nice to know my partner has such faith in me." She was gutted.

He just stared at her. No reaction, as if what she'd just said had reigned true.

She shook her head. "Go home Elliot," she told him point blank.

On any other night she would have stuck to her guns, pushed the issue and defended herself but she'd had enough. She was far from freezing now, the heating from her apartment coupled with the heated argument was overwhelming.

She walked away from him pulling off her jacket expecting that he'd take the hint and let himself out. She threw her jacket on the couch and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He followed her.

He was completely disregarding her dismissal and it surprised her. Usually he was the first one to walk away from her when things got too much but for some reason tonight he wasn't backing down.

Before he had a chance to speak she beat him to it, spinning around to face him.

"Elliot I said leave."

She watched as his eyes dipped suddenly to her newfound cleavage the lack of jacket offered and quickly back up again. That's when she realised she was still in that damn dress.

She was shocked and something flickered inside her. It turned out Elliot Stabler wasn't immune to this dress. He was just as human as the 40 or so other men who'd checked her out tonight. Still, she had expected better, even Cragen managed to keep his eyes on her face.

He grasped her eye contact intently and swallowed. He looked as if he was being careful not to do it again but his slightly horrified expression from copping an eyeful was evident.

"We're not done," he told her, his tone a notch softer than before.

She was nervous, modest and intrigued all at once and something about his discomfort pleased her. She had an overwhelming urge to play on it, it wasn't often she had him weakened like this.

"Yes we are," she said slowly leaning back on the counter and crossing her arms in front of her amplifying her cleavage. As predicted Elliot's eyes fell down from hers once more. He quickly turned away and focused on the counter top, clearing his throat.

"Olivia, we're not done," he repeated with a little more irritation. "So get changed and we'll discuss this," he said frankly, still not looking at her.

Her eyebrows rose and she held back a smile. He couldn't even look at her and was still inspecting her counter top.

She chewed on her lip watching the side of this face, she knew she shouldn't stir the pot but it was far too tempting. She started stepping towards him.

"If I'm making you uncomfortable Elliot," she said softly.

His gaze wandered back to hers as she approached him and he stiffened slightly as she neared. A few silent moments passed as they held each other's gaze.

"Then leave," she said with sarcasm.

She turned then grabbing the glass and filling it up with water. She felt his eyes on her back and could tell he was choosing his next words carefully.

He stepped closer, coming up behind her and she almost shivered. She was curious as to what he would come back with in response. Her hands shook a little as she turned off the tap.

"I want you to tell Cragen you couldn't handle yourself tonight." He spoke to her back.

She exhaled sharply and shook her head. "You've got to be kidding." Her words echoed into the sink.

She swung around. "Are you trying to piss me off?" Her eyes searched his.

He just watched her with this irate look in his eyes.

"Look Elliot, when you intervened when you did, I admit I was relieved." She pressed her lips together before continuing. "But you broke the rules and Cragen isn't happy."

His expression didn't change and it made her uneasy.

She took a generous sip of water before continuing. "And as much as you refuse to believe it, if it had come down to it I could have defended myself." She put the statement out there.

He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. That penetrating gaze said it all, he wasn't buying it.

More guilt singed it's way through her body and she wasn't sure why. She knew what she was capable of, there was just a small moment of doubt there tonight, a slight moment of weakness.

She was waiting for some kind of response to what she'd just proclaimed and the silence was deafening.

She watched as his lips twisted into a smile. Not a pleasant smile but a sarcastic grimace as if he found her declaration humorous.

"You couldn't even defend yourself against me let alone those two assholes," he told her with assurance, his eyes not leaving hers for a second.

She could feel her hand tighten around the glass of water. She hated when he got like this, he needed to back the hell off. She slammed the glass on the counter and closed the distance between them.

"Elliot do you enjoy being a prick because you're really good at it?" She was furious, the anger flooded through her and every part of her had to refrain from physically pushing him.

His eyes flickered. "Fine Olivia, I'm a prick, who broke protocol to save your ass." His voice was direct and determined.

"No one asked you to!" she yelled back. "Stop treating me like I'm made of glass Elliot, you can't even let me walk into my apartment building without drawing a gun on a passer-by. I've been through the same training as you have and I'm just as capable." Her words had flown out of her so fast she was nearly out of breath.

He paused for a moment and then bowed his head breaking their eye contact.

"You're so fucking naïve," he whispered under his breath.

Her insides screamed. She couldn't believe what he'd just said. He was baiting her and she was taking it.

She stepped forward, so close to him now. She was shaking her head, doing her best to control herself.

"You're so fucking arrogant." She retaliated in a strained whisper.

He didn't retreat the way she was hoping he would, the way she expected he would, instead he looked her dead in the eyes.

"You think you can handle yourself Olivia?" Elliot asked her, his words just a whisper.

"Then prove it."

The challenge sunk in.

She was taken aback but didn't let it show. She wasn't sure what exactly he was implying or how he was expecting her to prove herself, but it had certainly peaked her interest.

She shot him a questioning look. "You giving me an excuse to kick your ass Stabler?" she asked him directly, one eyebrow cocked.

Elliot watched her for a good moment, his eyes flicking back and forth between hers, perhaps debating whether or not to push it. He finally moved backwards and began walking away from her.

She could breathe again now that he wasn't so close.

He was heading towards the coffee table and she watched with curiosity as he pulled his gun out from its holster. She heard him release the bullet chamber before placing the gun on the table.

She fingered her water glass, trying to decipher what his game plan was as he made his way back to her. All she knew was that she had to win this.

"Prove to me." He started to step closer to her removing the distance he'd just created. "That you can protect yourself Olivia." He waited for her eye contact before finishing.

"By getting to my gun."

The words had given her shivers and her stomach hit the floor but she maintained her stability. He was waiting for confirmation but instead she responded immediately by rolling her eyes at the absurdity of his proposal and looked way.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered to the ground, expressing her annoyance at the mere suggestion.

"Why? You don't think you can do it?" he said stepping that little bit closer, eliminating any leftover space between them.

Her eyes were still on the floor. "Elliot... it's late," she spoke letting her eyes close. "I don't have the energy for this." She tried to block out that overwhelming sense of failure when only moments ago she was geared up to fight this.

Her insides were spinning, she knew how dangerous her competitive streak was, when she came across a challenge she wasn't one to back down. Elliot however was well aware of that and had to be playing on it. He was so close she could barely breathe.

"You told me you could handle it Liv." His words were back to a whisper.

She couldn't believe this, he was egging her on. Did he even realise what he was suggesting, how wrong and absurd it was? Cragen would kill them for even considering it.

She couldn't get the thought of proving Elliot wrong out of her head. He had been an asshole all night and she needed him to realise what she was capable of. It was clear he wasn't going to take her word for it.

His eyes were asking her what her decision was and finally some semblance of sanity broke through. She shook her head at him letting the absurdity of the situation known. This wasn't happening, it wasn't worth it, she would bow out gracefully.

She stepped to the side of Elliot attempting to move past him towards the sink but he stepped with her. His body blocked her way and she stopped or else she'd run into him. She couldn't believe this, he thought she was playing.

"Elliot." She looked him directly in the eyes with astonishment. "We're not doing this," she told him with decisiveness. Her heart was beating a mile and there was that lingering tinge of curiosity at the lengths he would go to stop her.

Would he touch her? Grab her? Hold her back from the gun?

"Just get the gun Olivia and I'll drop it." He looked frustrated.

Get the gun? Just like that. This was going to be too hard, she realised quickly that his hands on her wasn't going to drive her to get to the gun, rather she'd fluster in his grasp. He was crossing a huge line even proposing it and she was done considering it.

"How about you just drop it period," she warned her voice low. She moved then, she had to get away from him and this discussion. Without realising she was heading in the direction of the coffee table he reached out and grabbed her upper arm, steadily holding her in place.

She stopped in her tracks, shivers flowing through her at his touch, she tried desperately not to react but the flood of goosebumps trailing over her skin would have given her away. His touch was warm and firm. She wondered how far those hands would go if she took him up on his challenge.

She thought about his bare ring finger.

She tried to will away those thoughts as incentive to do this. The only rational reason for letting him test her like this would be to prove him wrong once and for all and get him off her back. She swallowed, stepping back. His grasp slid from her upper arm lightly skimming the rest of her arm as it fell. He was watching her, trying to gauge whether or not she was going to comply.

"So all I have to do is get to that gun?" she asked, her voice a little horse.

He looked a little surprised at her question. He nodded. She knew he didn't think she would agree to this. Now he was looking worried and that somehow made it easier.

She had to do this.

She eyed the coffee table and bit into her lip, this was pure insanity. She could not believe she had talked herself into this. His challenge, his surprise, that damn warm hand on her skin all spurring her on, thinking this was some kind of brilliant idea.

"Or you can just admit that you can't do it and I'll drop it." His smug words hit into her.

She narrowed her eyes at him. It was official, she had just made up her mind. He'd just severed any sense of doubt she had. The son of a bitch was going to get what was coming to him.

"I get that gun Elliot." She stepped a little closer to him. "And I don't want to hear another word about tonight." Her words were stern. "Deal?" She raised her eyebrows, waiting for his response.

He gripped the edge of the counter top and didn't take his eyes from hers. He paused long enough for Olivia to wonder what she was getting herself into.

"Deal," he said firmly.

Her heart rate amplified at his agreement. What was she doing? She was thinking about those hands on her already.

"You don't get to that gun." His voice broke through her thoughts. "And you tell Cragen you couldn't handle yourself tonight," he said with seriousness. "And that you believe I acted on my best judgement."

She laughed and took a step back raising her hands in the air. This was perfect, he'd just given her an excuse to back out of this and she was jumping on it.

"No Elliot," she said point blank. "That was not part of the deal."

"Olivia," he groaned, his hand rubbing over his face in frustration.

"I'm not going to lie Elliot," she told him bluntly giving him a look as if he should understand this.

He just scoffed and looked away, starting at the kitchen tiles. He looked as if he was moments away from walking away and giving up.

She was disappointed for a multitude of reasons but mainly because he wasn't taking her seriously and it killed her. She knew she was going to regret her next choice of words but it didn't matter. She needed this and not just so she could feel his hands back on her.

"How about you just settle on the mere fact that if I don't get the gun, you win Elliot."

He looked up at her then, surprised that she was back to encouraging this when he was ready to drop it.

"That should be enough of an ego boost for one night." She was far too angry and conflicted to let this slide.

She saw her words had cut through him.

"This has nothing to do with my ego," he stabbed back stepping forward. He was closing the distance between them and she realised that if she wanted to win this, she needed to not think about him getting close to her. She had to be strong on that or she'd falter.

He was close now and she'd had enough of waiting. "Elliot Jesus, can we just get this over with before I change my mind?" She knew now there was no way of stopping this without losing.

"The guns over there Olivia, what are you waiting for?" He taunted her with sarcasm.

That got her, she lost grip of her pent up frustration and rammed her palms into his chest. He stumbled backwards slightly but repositioned himself before she had a chance to swipe past him.

She tried to block out the guilt of ramming into him but her hands were probably hurting more than his chest.

It was then she realised that she was about to fight it out in a barely there dress and heels that were practically cutting into her feet. Something she hadn't considered when she agreed to this and was kicking herself for not getting changed first as he'd requested. She was dying for her slacks and comfortable shoes to make a quick get away.

He was watching her, just waiting for her next move to come. He looked confused that she wasn't backing up her first move.

The shoes had to come off she concluded. Reaching down she began to slide off the strap when he stopped her.

"No," he said quickly. "You wore them tonight, you've got to get away in them." He warned her abruptly as if she were trying to cheat.

She sighed and moved back up to face him. "Any more rules Elliot?" Her voice was strong and sarcastic but her insides were melting.

How the hell did he expect her to get past him in heels? She would have had a good chance under normal circumstances but she could barely walk in these shoes let alone fight in them.

"I'm waiting Liv." He watched her, his voice back to taunting her.

She sucked in a breath, she was nervous now, his chest had been so damn hard. Harder than she remembered and she knew how devastatingly strong he was. What the hell was she doing? Who the hell did she think she was kidding?

She just had to get this over with. Rip the bandaid, jump off the diving board, before she chickened out. She was still staring into Elliot's eyes when she made her move. She was fast but not fast enough.

He had her already, his arms encircled her waist from behind as she tried to swipe past him. She sucked in a breath. Now was that time where she needed to not think about his arms around her waist or his chest pushing into her back. She struggled against him and tried sliding out of his hold but he had her tight. She twisted around and he nearly lost her but lunged forward.

As he grabbed hold of her again they both fell against the counter. He held her with his body, his chest flat against her back, his crotch pushing square into her backside. She closed her eyes, she could feel every crevice of his body against hers and his warm breath against her neck.

She had to do something and fast, her short dress was hiking up from the struggle. She was gripping the counter for leverage when she pushed her body back into his in an attempt to catch him off guard. It worked, he wasn't expecting it and he slipped backward and fell bringing her down with him.

They hit the kitchen floor tiles with a thud. He fell on his back, she on her side.

"You ok?" Elliot asked in a panic.

The slap their bodies made against the tiles had been deafening and for all he knew she could have been hurt. Olivia used this to her advantage and was already sliding to her feet when he realised she was ok. He lunged forward and grabbed her. She had barely gotten to her knees when he fell into her, almost tackling her back to the ground.

She landed on her back and he grabbed one of her wrists as it was the first thing he could secure. He attempted to slide her back across the floor to him but she was determined to twist away. He moved over to her side instead and before she got her bearings he dropped his weight on top of her. He seized her other wrist and pinned them both against the tiles.

Everything stopped, her struggle, her breathing, all movements.

Elliot Stabler was lying on top of her.

Something she hadn't considered he'd resort to. Something she wasn't prepared for.

They gained eye contact. The tiles were cold and his body was heavy. She could barely breathe. His breathing was ragged but it was slowing now that Olivia was still.

Things grew silent, Elliot's face was strikingly close. She was trying to block it out, his body on top of hers, holding her captive against the cold tiles of her apartment. His lips inches from hers, his crotch pushing into her thigh.

Jesus Christ.

She did everything in her power not to break the eye contact, she had to remain strong and let him think this wasn't affecting her. She pulled her bottom lip between hers. He made motions to speak but stopped himself, instead he just watched her, drawing in her lip.

His chest was pushing into hers and she realised she had to take quick short breaths to get the air in from his weight. She tried to shift her body underneath his but she could barely move.

"Do you give in?" His voice was breathy and she could hear the anxiety in his tone. That was a comfort to her.

Give in? His words were presumptuous and only spurred her on. This wasn't over.

"Don't flatter yourself." Her voice was strained from the pressure.

She broke the eye contact, it was too much. She couldn't get over the fact that Elliot was lying on top of her. His leg was between hers and he was caging one of her legs with his body, while her other was propped up a little along side his. He had no qualms letting his whole body weight press into her.

She wondered what the hell was going through his head. Was he freaking out as much as she was? Did he think restraining her right away was going to drive his point home further? Did he realise how many boundaries he was crossing right now?

She wanted to tell him to get off her, that this wasn't part of the plan. That it wasn't what she'd expected but she knew what he'd come back with. She was supposed to get to the coffee table and he was supposed to stop her, by any means possible. End of story. Those means resulted in his body pushing into hers.

He drew out a sigh.

"Olivia, just give in." He was getting impatient and it was no wonder, she was barely moving. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do in this situation but she wasn't about to give in.

She had to think of a way out of this. She had to locate his weakness or sway him with words if she couldn't with her strength. If he were anyone else holding her down against her will she would have kneed him so hard in the groin they'd be crying by now but this was Elliot. This was just a test and unbeknownst to him, he wasn't holding her down unwillingly.

Her leg between his was getting numb so she shifted beneath him, angling her back into the floor in an effort to get comfortable, as a result her thigh pushed softly up into his crotch. Elliot bit into his lip and she felt the grip on her wrists loosen slightly.

Her eyes made their way up to his in surprise. He didn't meet her halfway, instead he was staring at the tiles beneath her. Her shifting had directly resulted in his discomfort. He was just holding her wrists now rather than restraining them because she accidentally moved her thigh between his legs.

Jesus Christ. She wasn't going there.

"Olivia," he said quietly, still looking at the tiles. Her stomach spiralled at what he was going to say to her, she was nervous as hell. Was he going to call her out on her thigh infringement?

Finally his eyes made their way to hers and she held her breath.

"You're not even trying," he told her finally with exasperation, clearly uncomfortable at the position they were in.

She wasn't going to take advantage of it.

She closed her eyes for a second, taking a moment. "What do you expect me to do?" She returned the annoyance with her tone.

He sighed losing patience. "Either get the gun, or give in."

His hands were practically lying flat on her wrists now, no longer holding her.

She needed to take this opportunity and she needed to take it now. She ripped her wrists out from underneath his and elbowed him in the chest abruptly, he called out in pain and tipped to the side. She was scrambling forward, gearing herself into a kneeling position when he grabbed at her ankle. She was crawling, trying to shake her ankle out of his grip but he had a firm hold of her. He pulled her backward and she fell, sliding back to him across the cold tiles.

She was livid, she twisted around to face him and he dropped himself back onto her, only this time his body just coated the side of hers. He was trapping her against the side of the kitchen cabinets and she snapped.

"This is ridiculous Elliot!" she yelled. "I can't even defend myself properly!"

"Exactly," he said quickly catching his breath. "Is that an admission? Can we end this?"

She pushed him hard in the chest trying to gain some room to escape and he barely budged. He reached for her wrists in their pursuit.

"I would have kneed you in the groin Elliot," she said trying to pull her wrists from his capture. "The moment you were on top of me."

Saying those words out loud made her dizzy.

"Obviously you don't want me to go that far." She gave him a serious look. "So that's why we're ending this." She was ready to cave in, this was getting too much.

He wasn't so ready.

"Do what you have to do Olivia," he said sternly.

She wanted to kill him. She had given him an out and he didn't take it. Obviously she wasn't going to limit his chances of having anymore children, or cause him that much pain but his words were both cocky and ridiculous. She realised quickly there was no way she could win this without really hurting him and right now, he deserved it.

In one movement, she slid her heels off her feet and kicked him hard in the stomach. His grip left her wrists and his back hit the kitchen cabinets with a thud. He had been so caught of guard that her force had impact. He probably didn't think she'd do it.

He was moaning and holding his stomach and she was lunging into a standing position already. She had bought adequate time to get close to the coffee table. She saw the gun in sight, she was just moments away when he grabbed her around the waist and swung her towards the wall.

She stopped herself from running into it with her hands. She was furious, she could have hit the wall face first and it spurred on memories from earlier in the night. She turned around and he was close. She lost it slapping him hard against the side of his face.

"Fuck." He grabbed his face in shock.

She wasted no time moving past him, he quickly realised her intent, grabbed her as she headed for the table and moved her back, pushing her up against the wall. His body followed suit, holding her in place until their faces aligned.

"What the hell was that?" he questioned angrily, panting against her face.

"It was an open fist Elliot, I could have punched you," she offered bitterly, as if it were some sort of constellation.

She was so angry at him, he was a cocky, boundary crossing, son of a bitch. How dare he put her in this position to begin with? How could he have even suggested this? All to prove a fucking point. She was going to do everything in her power to win this.

Their chests were moving against each other with every breath. He was holding her firmly as if he expected her to bolt at any minute but she wasn't struggling. She stood still. She was giving herself a chance to catch her breath and analyse her next move. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. She was so close to the coffee table now which was a great advantage, all she needed was one good move.

As she opened her eyes she noticed Elliot's gaze was no longer on her face, it had dropped slightly south. Her eyes widened. Was she seeing this correctly? Was he really looking down her dress? Without her heels on he would have had a good view down her cleavage. She couldn't believe it.

She considered pulling him up on it, making a point that he was so blatantly checking her out. Maybe embarrassing him would cause him to falter but that wasn't a guaranteed method. She needed to know she was going to win this and she knew exactly how she could.

She moved her wrists against his in a pathetic attempt at a struggle, her breasts pushing into his chest as she did so. His eyes flicked back to hers and she was watching him as she struggled. She didn't say anything just eyed him like she knew exactly what he was doing checking her out.

He looked slightly embarrassed but he wasn't going to acknowledge it. Instead, he ignored it.

"You're not taking this seriously," he said bitterly.

She thought that was rich. Did he really think he was taking it seriously? He was too busy checking out her breasts to take this seriously.

"The Olivia I know would have me in a headlock right now," he said gruffly, waiting for some kind of an explanation for her submission. The son of a bitch deserved to be in one.

She pulled her lower lip into her mouth coating it with a slight layer of moisture. His eyes flicked to her lips and she felt him adjust his lower half against her hip. She sucked in a breath, it was one of those moments where her insides were screaming at her not to continue down this path. It wasn't right, but neither had his actions been tonight.

She very subtly and without another thought shifted her hip, in an effort to portray her shifting for comfort. Incidentally she had rubbed her hip against his crotch. She didn't get much of a reaction, he had quite the pokerface but he couldn't mask the concern in his eyes. That she could see.

She shifted again and this time he gave her a look. She knew he wanted to ask her what she was doing. She was still shifting when she noticed his lower half was no longer caging her, he'd pulled away from the wall slightly. He was also no longer making eye contact, instead he was staring intently at the wall behind them. She hid the smile from her face.

"Just give it up Olivia," he spoke to the wall in a near whisper. She could see quite clearly that he was getting desperate, he was struggling with this and wanted it to end for other reasons.

She knew this was her ticket out. He was physically stronger than her there was no way around that, his grip on her wrists were like iron. She just had to out smart him.

She needed to get him closer to her. In an attempt to portray her escape, she pushed into him with her whole body. The gun was directly behind him so he wasted no time pushing into her again, sandwiching her against the wall. She continued to fight against him, arching her breasts into him, pulling at her wrists and moving her lower half against his.

His head dropped forward and rested against the wall, she got a shock when she realised he was so close, their cheeks were brushing and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. She got shivers and slowed down her struggle.

"Olivia." He practically moaned into her ear.

If her heart wasn't too busy slamming into her chest she would have taken pride in his reaction. His warm breath on her neck was intoxicating and she was finding it hard to catch her breath.

"Yeah," she answered him, her voice was breathy and weak.

That's when she pushed her thigh up against him and he snapped, moving her wrists up over her head, seizing them with one of his hands. Her heart was racing, what was he going to do? His free hand made it's way between their bodies and grasped her bare inner thigh. He held it firmly against the wall so she could no longer move it against him.

Elliot Stabler has his hand between her fucking legs. She stopped breathing.

"Stop it," he said sternly, his lip brushing her ear as he warned her. Her eyes closed and she rested her head back against the wall again.

"Stop what?" She pretended to be confused. This was harder than she had thought. She would never have imagined Elliot would have his hands between her legs. She was supposed to be getting him flustered, not the other way around.

"Olivia." He warned her.

Those lips were brushing against her cheek when he said the words that sent shivers through her body.

"Stop.. fucking with me."

He was onto her, he knew what she was trying to do and dear god, his hand was burning against her thigh. He was so close, if he just slid his hand a little higher he'd feel just how much this is affecting her.

She felt his lips leave her cheek, coming off the wall and she opened her hazy eyes to find him staring at her. She dropped her head forward and his lips became alarmingly close.

She saw the gun out of the corner of her eyes, a sharp reminder that this was still a game. Her heart was beating ferociously against his chest. She was just standing there watching him.

He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it for a good moment before releasing it.

She swallowed, her eyes dropping to his lip, it was rosy and full and suddenly all she could think about is taking it between hers.

Jesus she needed to get a hold of herself.

"One minute," he said in a whisper and her eyes pulled away from his lips and moved up to his startling blue eyes. She wasn't sure if it was the dim lighting but she noticed they'd taken on a deeper blue that usual.

One minute what? She wanted to ask but she couldn't for the life of her formulate words at this point. She was ridiculously aware of his hand that was still warming her inner thigh.

"You've got one minute Olivia." He told her still whispering, shifting slightly against her body.

He was giving her a time limit now. She realised he was struggling with this and he was ready for this to end.

"Fifty seconds," he continued, his voice low.

She swallowed, she was going to lose this fight and it was killing her. She was supposed to be distracting him and now she'd become distracted by those lips, that hand. She had to figure out her getaway plan. This wasn't going to end against this wall.

She noticed his eyes had relaxed somewhat and she could almost see the makings of a smile within them. Pretty soon he'd have all the ammunition he would need. He'd be cocky, arrogant and over protective and she will have no standing. The thought of being moments away from failing this test snapped her out of submission.

Like hell she'd let him win.

Every fibre inside of her was screaming at her not to go through it. Her eyes dipped back to those sweet lips just daring her to do it. They were so close and just waiting for her, there was no going back.

She lost her internal struggle and leaned in capturing his lips, kissing him hard. She pulled that bottom lip that had been taunting her all night between hers. Their lips meshed together and if he wasn't pinning her against the wall she would have probably slid down it. She tilted her head, intending to deepen the kiss and immediately he pulled back.

His hand left her thigh and he backed up a little, his eyes an expression of shock.

Her heart was pounding. What the hell did she just do? For a moment she thought he was going to walk away from her but instead he just slowly released her wrists. They felt slightly sore but she was more concerned about the fact that she had just kissed Elliot Stabler.

He was eyeing her now like she'd just killed his first born and she felt as guilty as sin but she couldn't falter. She'd come this far, it would be wasted if she didn't follow through with her plan. Her eyes had never left his and she started to step forward, closing the small distance between them.

Before he could stop her, her lips had returned to his and she wasted no time taking it deeper. She needed to take the control so he'd be the caught off guard vulnerable one. She opened her mouth against his and she could taste him now. This was a set up, she knew that, but her body was exploding with every second. She pulled his top lip between hers and she could sense his hesitation. She had to break him.

She purposefully moved her hip into his side and his hand came out to grab her lower back to steady himself. Her lips were trailing over his and her stomach spiralled at the thought of sliding her tongue into his mouth.

She had to do it, she needed to weaken him so his defences were down. She parted his lips with her own and slid her tongue determinedly between his lips. She was shocked when he moaned into her mouth at the sensation, but it was a weak moan as if he was going to stop this any moment. Her thoughts were confirmed when he pushed her back firmly, her lips left his and she was met with his questioning gaze.

This was harder than she'd thought. Any other guy and there would be no hesitation, no questioning but this was her partner. Her heart was thumping a mile. She prayed he wasn't going to ask her what she was doing because at that point she wouldn't be able to answer.

He opened his mouth to say something and she stepped forward stopping him in his tracks, he took a step backwards trying to keep some distance between them but she followed him step for step. She maintained the eye contact. As the back of his knees came in contact with the side of her couch, he had nowhere to go and the distance between them ended.

She stepped closer to him, trying to ignore her inclining heart rate.

"Liv," he said as a breathless warning, his eyes full of concern. She kept reminding herself that this was a test and that she had to continue.

She grasped his forearms, he was already off balance so all it took was a gentle push and his heavy body fell onto the couch behind them. She could see the gun in her eye line and realised with Elliot on the couch, she could lunge for it right now. Then again he could be quick enough to stop her.

She took a deep breath and climbed onto the couch and up the length of him. She could see him eying her generous cleavage from this angle and her stomach spiralled. His gaze drew up to hers and she was watching him, for some reason now nervous as all hell.

His body was warm and she was practically lying on him. He watched her, just waiting for her to make her move. She noticed he didn't have that same concern in his eyes anymore which instead of being a relief was quite the opposite. She dipped her lips to his but then hesitated, trying to figure out if this is where she should stop this.

That was when his hand came up framing her cheek and pulled her lips down to his.

He parted them with his own and deepened the kiss. She was floored, after all his hesitation suddenly he was the one kissing her. She melted into the kiss and let her body sink into his.

He was tugging at her top lip when she felt his hand skim across her bare thigh. Her dress had ridden up in their position and was only just covering her ass. His touch was mind blowing, his hands on her were out of control and she wanted more. His other hand was framing her cheek when his tongue slid into her mouth. Her stomach dropped a mile. She moaned into his mouth, losing restraint she pushed her hip into his crotch.

He moaned at her movement and squeezed her thigh in response. She slipped her tongue into meet his and he trumped her by pushing his thigh up between her legs.

A noise escaped from the base of her throat and she broke away from the kiss, "El… I." She was so turned on she could barely speak.

His lips captured hers once more and his hand moved over her ass, across the material of her dress until it ended at her upper thigh. She got goosebumps as his hand loitered on her bare skin. This confidence had come out of nowhere, he had been so resistant at first and now his hands were all over her. He was still kissing her when his hand slid up her backside this time taking the dress with it. That's when they ran over her ass across the thin material of her panties, she had to stop herself from moaning.

She realised this was quickly moving into dangerous waters and if she was going to do what she had sought out to do, it better be soon. This was going way too far.

He grabbed her then, as if he suspected her hesitation and rolled them quickly and firmly off the couch. They landed on the floor with a thud and that's when she felt his hardness push into her hip. Before she had a chance to get her bearings back he had brought their lips back together.

She was getting dizzy. He wanted this, he wanted her and lord knows she wanted him. His lips moved down kissing her neck and her eyes slipped shut. She felt a hand slide over her breast, his thumb running across her erect nipple and she couldn't hold back the moan this time. It had hit her square between the legs, this was excruciating.

Fuck.

"God Liv." He moaned into her neck and she bit into her lip. The guilt was scolding.

She didn't want to stop this, she'd give anything to just throw in the towel but this was wrong, so wrong. This was just supposed to be a test.

A fucking test.

He was her partner for god sake and he'd set her up tonight and right now, she was failing. She had started this for a reason and she was going to finish it.

She realised in her moment of clarity that she had to do this fast, if his hand smoothed over her breast one more time she'd be gone. He had her on the ground and it certainly wasn't as easy as when she was on top. She took a deep breath and pushed him firmly in the side with both hands and a knee until he fell off her to the side colliding with the coffee table. She lunged up into a standing position, grabbed the gun and pointed it at him.

The guilt burned into her, scorched her and it felt like she was going to be sick.

He rolled away from the coffee table and stared up at her. Her face wasn't smug or proud, she just gave him a helpless look, almost apologetic.

His body weight rested on his elbows and his breathing was steady, unlike hers. One thing was for sure, he knew. It was written all over his face. He didn't have to ask her what she was doing.

He stood up slowly and she had to steady her hand from shaking. He stepped closer towards her, those blue eyes now practically black. He shook his head at her and she swallowed.

What the hell had she done?

He moved in and snatched his gun aggressively from her hand. She wanted to step back, create some distance from him but she felt glued to the ground. He was just watching her as if he was deciding what to do with her. She wanted to say something to stabilise the situation but nothing she could say could wipe that look of betrayal off his face.

"Fuck you," he said the words roughly and they vibrated around the room.

She felt like shit, worse than shit. She was dizzy, desperately trying not to shake. This had seemed like such a bulletproof idea five minutes ago, now it felt like the most moronic.

He was watching her, waiting for some kind of response but she had nothing. When he realised she wasn't going to respond to his outburst he reached down and picked up the bullet chamber. He watched her as he loaded his gun and re-holstered it.

He was still looking at her for that explanation and she couldn't bare his scrutinising gaze any longer. She broke the eye contact and looked away. She heard him scoff quietly under his breath as he turned to walk towards her door.

She couldn't let it end like this, she had to say something. As his hand gripped her door handle her voice finally complied.

"Do what you have to do Olivia," she said, repeating his words quietly.

He stopped cold. His hand stilled on the door handle.

Olivia swallowed. She could have been apologetic, she could have tried to fix this but instead she had just thrown the grenade straight into his back.

He swung around and stalked towards her. He was livid.

"You've got to be kidding me," he said in a yell. "That proves nothing," he told her shaking his head. He wasn't going to give it to her.

"Face it Elliot, I won." She needed him to acknowledge it. "You're just angry you let your guard down," she told him with force.

He laughed bitterly, his fists were clenching. "You call that defending yourself?"

He stepped closer, "So what's your method Olivia? Fuck the guy before he rapes you?" he yelled.

She slapped him hard across the face and it echoed through the room. He had crossed a line and she was fuming. He rubbed his jaw and she wanted to hit him again.

"Distract the guy before he rapes me you son of bitch," she yelled in response, reeling at his words.

He shook his head at her, and she could see the redness forming across his cheek already. Her insides were burning.

"Go to hell Olivia," Elliot whispered roughly.

She just stood there and watched as he headed for the door and slammed it behind him.

TBC