A/N: Okay my little lynch mob. Put the torches and pitchforks away. Since I broke all of your hearts right along with Liv's and El's in "One Promise Too Late" and "I Don't Have to Wonder," here, upon your request, is a story called "The Pond." If my rambling makes no sense, read the story. You'll love it I hope. It's the happily ever after that you all begged for. JUST because I love you guys soooo (ten o's #wink#) much.

Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination belongs to me.

It was her third trip to the pond that day. Her trips were more frequent on days like this. Days where she didn't have a case to throw herself into and she had to sit at her desk and stare across at the man of her dreams, knowing full well she was married to someone else. Someone she didn't love. Scratch that. She loved Trevor. But she sure as hell wasn't in love with him. And to be fair, she was pretty sure he knew it. She was in love with Elliot Stabler. She was pretty sure everyone with eyes and a brain knew that. So she made trips to the pond. Lots of them. Mostly to think. And cry. Okay. Mostly to cry. And think. This trip, she sat on a bench next to the pond, with her black down parka wrapped tightly around her. It was already October, and the wind had a cold bite to it. Or maybe that was the cold bite of being married to a man she wasn't in love with for four months. Four months, three hours, seventeen minutes and thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four seconds. Olivia sighed heavily. How could she spend the next forty years of her life with Trevor when the last four months had crawled by? She'd just have to learn to deal with it. Pretend it was an arranged marriage. Really it wasn't any different than one. She was married to someone she barely knew. They hadn't even had a wedding night. She couldn't bear it. She was married to Trevor and she's never let him make love to her. She knew she'd pretend it was Elliot and that wasn't fair to Trevor. Never mind her deep-seated fear that she'd scream out Elliot's name in the middle of her orgasm. That probably wouldn't be very fair to Trevor either.

Marrying Trevor had been one of those things they say sounds like a good idea at the time. She was in love with Elliot. He'd been divorced for over a year and still hadn't shown that he returned her feelings, so she figured it would be best to move on. She'd dated the handsome defense attorney before, and she knew when she called him, he'd be game to go out with her. They went on a few dates and before she knew it, Trevor was in love and so was she. Only problem was, Trevor was in love with her and she was still in love with her partner. Even though she'd heard George Strait sing about how you couldn't a million times, she figured she could make her heart love Trevor. And she did. Sort of. He didn't give her tingles with a single eye-brow raise like Elliot did, but he was kind, and good. For the most part. When he wasn't defending the scum-sucking pariahs she tried to lock up. But he was always good to her personally. She knew she could trust him with her life. Even if he didn't have eyes the color of the water in the Caribbean. But he'd never break her heart. He couldn't. It was already broken.

Olivia sighed and looked out at the pond. She remembered the day Elliot had brought her here like it was yesterday. The day after the trial of the bastard who tried to kill Maria Recinos. Maria had been a little girl from Mexico who'd been bought by a pedophile. She called 911 and through a chain of events ended up talking to Olivia for hours on the phone before Olivia and Fin were finally able to find her. And find her they did. Buried alive in a vacant lot by the pedophile, Richard Dwyer. Casey had managed to put the worthless prick (as Elliot called him) away for life, which was good, but the trial had been so hard on Olivia. She was pacing in the squad room after the trial. Elliot had come in, taken one look at her tear-stained face and grabbed her coat, telling her he had something to show her. "Something" had been the pond. They'd stood beside the peaceful little body of water for what seemed like hours, Olivia with her head buried in Elliot's shoulder, bawling her eyes out, Elliot rocking back and forth, rubbing Olivia's back until she couldn't cry any more. Now when she needed to cry, the pond was the first place she'd come. It was like a piece of calm in the middle of the turbulent city.

She checked the time display on her phone. Wow. She'd been married to Trevor for four months, three hours, and twenty-nine minutes. She stood, knowing she should get back to the office before anyone started to worry. She stood up from the bench, zipping her coat up to her chin and pulling on her black leather gloves. She glanced back at the pond quickly, knowing she'd see it again before the day was over. She went to look away again, but before she could, a tiny glimmer caught her eye. Olivia walked over to the water's edge and squatted down. She reached for what had caught her eye – a diamond ring.

A/N: bwah ha ha! More tomorrow, I promise. I'm excited to write this one for you guys!! I know it's a little short (my chapters always are) but I hope you like it! Let's see those reviews roll in, okay? XO, Kinsey