A/N: I know I should be working on The Text Message but I get sidetracked very easily! Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: not mine obviously

Olivia Benson woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She rolled over and groaned, she hated mornings, especially lately. Elliot's divorce had been final for close to a year and he was dating a lot more. Olivia hated seeing him get all dressed up and smell so good for some woman who he'd probably never see again. Olivia told herself every night She's just another fix for him. She doesn't mean anything. In reality, Olivia was afraid that one day he would meet someone who would take him away from her. It was thoughts like those that kept her awake at night.

Olivia wanted to roll over and let sleep consume her again but she decided against it. She knew no one would believe her if she called in sick and she really didn't need all the questions. Olivia pulled herself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. She stripped of her clothes and stepped under the pulsating stream of hot water. She washed and got out of the shower when the water began to turn cold. She wrapped herself in a warm towel and walked out into the hallway and headed towards her bedroom. She threw on some clothes and considered lying back down into the bed and calling in sick again, but once again decided against it. She threw up her hair and put on some make up before realizing she only had twenty minutes left to get to work. She grabbed her gun, badge, and keys as she ran out of her apartment.

She got into the precinct fifteen minutes late and got weird stares from Elliot, Munch, and Fin which she chose to ignore. She walked over to her desk and sat without looking up at anyone. She checked her e-mails and began working on her DD-5's. She could feel Elliot's eyes staring at her but she didn't bother to look up. She didn't want to have to tell him that she was late because she was up all night trying to convince herself to fall out of love with her partner. Olivia could feel the tears gathering behind her eyes but refused to let them surface. She attempted to stand and walk up to the cribs but when she stood, she smashed her arm in between the chair and the desk. "Fuck!" she yelled as her voice cracked and she grabbed her arm.

Olivia didn't look up at the three men who were staring at her but instead turned quickly and walked into the cribs, unintentionally slamming the door behind her. She collapsed onto one of the beds and curled up. She couldn't believe that the one time that it actually mattered, she couldn't make a quiet exit. She rolled onto her back and stared at the bottom of the bunk on top of hers. She tried to fight the tears but they came against her will. Olivia tried to fight the sleep that she could feel coming but failed.

Olivia was in the cribs for about a half an hour before Elliot became worried. "What's wrong with her?" Munch asked gesturing up to the cribs.

Elliot shrugged, "I don't know. But I'm going to find out."

Elliot stood and walked over, grabbed a cup of coffee and walked up the cribs. He debated knocking but decided against it and just walked in. He looked around the dark room for her and found her sleeping on one of the cots. He moved closer to her and noted the tears that stained her face. He looked at her with concern. He had never seen Olivia cry before, at least not out of actual sadness. The only time he ever saw her cry was if she got pissed off thanks to a perp. He hesitantly reached over and touched the side of her face to wipe the tears away. To his surprise, Olivia didn't jump up and yell. Instead she rolled her head over slowly and opened her eyes. Her eyes went wide when she saw who was staring back at her with their hand on her face. "Elliot ..." she whispered as she gave him a confused look.

"I came up here to see if you were ok but apparently not." he said as she swung her legs over to the side of the bed and stood up, wiping her face.

"I'm fine, Elliot. Really, just go." she said as she tried as hard as she could to maintain a passive face. When he didn't move, she did. Olivia walked out of the cribs and out of the squad room. She was headed for Casey's office. She needed someone who wasn't a man to talk to.

She walked through the hallway and stopped at Casey's door. She lifted her arm to knock but the door swung open before she could get the chance. "Olivia? I was just coming to see you. Elliot called me."

Olivia gave Casey a look that told Casey that she probably shouldn't have said that. She stepped aside to let Olivia in and shut the door behind her. "He called you?! What did he say, Casey?"

"It was nothing. He sounded really worried about you Olivia. What's going on?" Casey said as she motioned for Olivia to sit in the chair next to hers.

"Nothing's wrong, Casey. It's just ... I didn't get much sleep again last night." Olivia said as her anger subsided and she put her head in her hands, realizing how tired she actually was.

"Tell me, Olivia." Casey said softly. She knew something was going on with Olivia but she just couldn't place it.

"I can't take it anymore, Casey. He goes out almost every night with all those women. Every night I think 'why can't that be me?' you know? What's wrong with me? Every night I pray that the woman he's with is just a fix and nothing meaningful. Every night I pray that he won't find someone who could actually take him away from me. I'm scared, Casey. Terrified, actually, that he's going to go out one night and find someone who he thinks is 'the one'. But Casey, I want to be 'the one'" Olivia was crying openly by now and she couldn't believe it. "I'm sorry Casey. Really, I shouldn't have said all that."

Casey laughed, "Liv, it's ok. Seriously. And trust me, you are 'the one'. Everyone can see it, and I think he sees it too. I mean look at the women he goes out with. They all have brown hair and brown eyes and they all resemble you in some way or another. You can't tell me that it's just a coincidence."

"Maybe he just doesn't like blondes." Olivia sniffed as she reached for a tissue.

Casey laughed harder at this comment, "Liv, you're kidding, right? He was married to a blonde for twenty years. Trust me, he wants them women to be you. Just tell him how you feel, Olivia. I'm one hundred percent sure he's going to feel the exact same way."

Casey shook her head and laughed as she gave Olivia a mirror to check her face. Olivia thanked her and when she was finished, she stood and walked out of her office. She walked into the squad room and Elliot looked up almost immediately. She looked at him and gave him a small smile. She looked around and noticed that nobody was in the room. She walked over to the side of his desk and leaned against the edge. Elliot leaned back in his chair and looked up at her. He could tell she had been crying by the way the rims of her eyes were red. "Where'd everyone go?" Olivia asked.

"Cragen sent Munch and Fin out on a call when I told him you had a feminine problem." Elliot said laughing.

Olivia smiled and looked down at the floor, "Casey told me you called her."

Elliot looked at her intently, "Yeah, I was worried about you, Liv. I still am."

Olivia smiled and nodded slowly. She was about to say something when Munch and Fin came into the squad room. She straightened herself but stayed where she stood. She turned back to Elliot and leaned close to him, "My house, eight o'clock."

She pulled back and looked Elliot in the eyes, he nodded and she walked back to her desk to finish her work. The next eight hours couldn't go by any slower.

A/N: Tell me if you like it :D