God, I can't wait until April 15th. The spoilers for it make it sound amazing. So, chapter six right here. Not like I'm trying to get out of anything, but this isn't going to be a super long story…It was just an idea I wanted to try my hand at along with writing my first Law and Order SVU story. Besides, I have this thing that whenever I get an idea for a new plot in my head, I feel like I have to write as much as possible before I can start it. And this plot I have…oh boy, I really like it. :)

Olivia stood there, not quite sure of what was actually happening.

She had just walked for three hours in the cold pouring rain with a reason to come to her partner. Yet she hadn't managed to think of what she was going to say? Great job Liv, she said to herself as she swore under her breath.

She looked down at her feet, hating the fact the Elliot was still looking at her. The gaze was practically smoldering, and she loved it. As a red flush rose up onto her cheeks, she felt like she was back in high school. What was happening to her? Loss of words, blushing at the sight; what next, swooning, maybe incoherent babbling?

But what Olivia didn't know was that while she was experiencing this newfound sense of awkwardness, so was her partner. When he felt himself at a loss for words, he smiled. This new vulnerable side of Olivia was so different. Although he loved (yes, loved) the strong, authoritative Olivia, seeing this one who wouldn't rip your arm off if you came too close was just a nice change.

"I – I guess I just wanted to come over here and see you," she said softly, looking up at him.

He nodded, for his dry mouth wouldn't produce any words. As he motioned for her to follow him up the stairs, she began to curse herself. 'God Olivia! Do you think you could have sounded any stupider! Why didn't you just throw yourself at in? Maybe even climb in his bed? You'd be giving him the same idea!'

The two of them walked into his living area. As he shut off the TV, Olivia realized that she was, well, dripping. "El, I'm sorry," she said with a stiff laugh.

"No problem. It's water," he answered as he sat down on the couch. She went and sat down next to him. He grabbed the blanket that had been thrown over the back and wrapped it around her shivering body.

"So, how have you been tonight?" Olivia said quietly, not turning to Elliot. She really didn't care. But she hated whenever there was an awkward silence between the two of them. It made it feel like all the focus in the room was surrounded around them.

Elliot shrugged. "Better than I expected, honestly. By now I figured that I would have punched a hole in a wall, or at least drank myself to the floor," he replied with a slight smile.

She smiled as well. Just like Elliot. Try to make her feel better by turning something so somber into a joke.

"What about you?"

Olivia's eyes opened wide focusing hard on the wood floor. She wasn't expecting that.

'I'm awful, you stupid dick. All I've done is thought about how we can never be the same, and yet I can only think about how much I love you at the same time. How can you make me feel so much hatred yet make me love you too?'

Biting her tongue, she tried to think of a good lie. She prayed one would come to her, to make her seem as cool and disinterested as he had come off. Yet nothing would. All that came to her was tears, in a large amount.

"Fuck," she whispered as she found herself overcome by sobs.

Elliot froze. What had he said? He didn't know what to do. Usually in a situation like this, he'd comfort her and mumble reassurances in her ear until she laughed. Now, he wasn't sure what to do. With their relationship on such rocky ground and his want to tackle her and kiss her until their lips swelled wouldn't make for a good comfort.

He let her cry. When she realized he was just sitting there, she stopped short. Wiping her tears, she muttered, "Oh that is so like you."

"What? What's that supposed to mean?" Elliot asked, confused by the sudden turn of events.

Olivia wiped her eyes with her damp shirt. Throwing the blanket at his face, she jumped off his couch. "You don't think there's anything wrong between us Elliot! You just want to move on from here and pretend everything is A-O-K!" she exclaimed,

He sat there for a moments, unsure of what to do. "Liv, I never wanted to do anything like that. I'm not exactly sure where you're getting these ideas from, though," he accused, raising one of his eyebrows.

"God, this is just like today. Run away from everything. Run away from something just as it's about to happen," she yelled as pulled at her hair.

Elliot jumped off the couch and walked over to her. His voice growing, he said to her, "Okay, these are two totally different situations. Today I was just stating the fact of what had happened between. And now, I'm attempting to convince that you're wrong. That I'm not trying to make everything better by running."

She stopped talking for a moment. Sighing, she changed the tone of her voice. "You know, for the twenty or so minutes I've been here, I've realized what I wanted to say to you." She picked his hands up in hers. "Elliot, we've been partners for the past 7 years. And for those seven wonderful year, you have been my best friend, my rock, and my only family. I've never had a normal life, and you being there made me feel like I had someone. I loved it." (omg, it sounds like a wedding vow)

She paused for a moment as she felt her voice start to crack. She quickly gathered herself, and made all efforts to avoid eye contact with him. She couldn't look. Not yet anyway. "Then, everything changed. You got divorced, and slowly everything became different. The feelings we once had for each other weren't the same. They were new and different. Deep down in my heart, I had always hoped that something would come out of it. I laid on that floor bleeding today, and your body on top of mine, strange as it sounds, it felt so right. When we were in the warehouse together and Gitano had that gun to your head, the only thing that kept me from shooting myself was I knew you'd die then."

"I just couldn't handle it. It made me feel like I held your life in my hands, and with so much blood on my hands already, I couldn't have yours. After that, I just wanted to tell you everything, but you said about never screwing up like this again. I fell apart there in the office. You walked out. I stayed there, and still couldn't believe what had happened. Was I just supposed to pull the trigger Elliot? 'Oh, he's just the only man I ever loved. I guess I'll kill him!!'" she finished with a sardonic laugh. Two lone tears tracked down her face.

Not bothering to wipe them away, she squeezed his hands, and gave him a small smile. "So El, now that you know everything, I have one question for you. Just give me the answer to it, and I'll be out of your hair."

Elliot stared at her, his mouth open. His brain couldn't string together any form of a sentence, but even if he could, he knew that his mouth wouldn't be able to speak those sentences.

"Elliot Stabler…" she began, her wavering, but then growing in strength, "do you, or at any time in your life have you, loved me?"

Olivia stared at him, her eyes wide with tears. She usually would have scolded herself for all the crying she had done today, but it didn't matter. She had just emptied her soul.

And yet, her partner wasn't saying anything. He just stood there, his mouth slightly parted. As every second ticked by, Olvia felt her heart slowly break. After what had felt like hours and days but what was really about two minutes, she frowned. She then dropped his hands. Without a word, she made her way to the door.

It then hit her. It was all over. Everything that she had worked for over the past seven years had gone down the drain in the past twelve hours. She had lost her partner, her family and the best friend she had ever had.

As she reached for the door knob, a hand clasped over her, blocking her from going out the door. She stopped as she felt his presence right behind her. She shut her eyes, and slowly turned around.

He stood right there, looking as collected as he possibly could. Taking the hand that was still clasped in his, he placed in on his cheek. With a subtle smile, the one that she loved the most, he cupped her jaw in his hands. Pulling her face to his, he whispered to her before their lips met, "I'm not running anymore."