Ok, I do not own these characters. I'm assuming Executive Producer Dick Wolf does. If not...well...I told you I didn't. No suing teh Mewkey please.

"What are you doing here, Elliot?"

"I had to see you."

Elliot threw his trench coat on her sofa and turned to face her, a burning hunger in his eyes.

"I heard what you said to Alex, Liv."

Olivia's eyes widened.

"How could you possibly have heard that? You were already in the elevator before I even saw Alex!"

"I got off the elevator and followed you. You were crying…I was upset…I couldn't let that be the last we ever said to one another. Before I caught up to you, you were already talking to Alex. I heard everything."

"How could you? How could you stand there and listen to a conversation you had no right to hear? How could you do this to me?"

"Does it matter now? Now that I know the truth?"

Elliot closed the distance between them in two strides and forcibly took Olivia in his arms. Before she could react he pressed his lips against hers, his right hand tangling itself in her hair, his left arm like iron around her waist. She struggled, knowing she could break away but unwilling to harm him in the process.

His scent filled her senses, warm and woody with a hint of Alpha Male, and she felt her resolve melting away. His grip on her waist loosened just slightly. She knew he was giving her a chance to get away, if she wanted to. She began to twist away, echoing the last time she had been in his arms, and then stopped herself. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but instead of twisting out of his grip she threw her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss.

After a moment they broke apart, gazing into each other's eyes. As the silence loomed between them, she decided she would have to be the one to break it.

"What about…?"

"That's finished," he broke in. "For good this time. She…she couldn't take it anymore."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not."

He leaned in, cupping the sides of her face tenderly in his hands.

"I love you," he whispered into her mouth, brushing his lips against hers, "Please…I just want to give us a chance."

From his coat on the sofa…at the worst possible time…his cell phone blared to life. They both froze, their bodies suddenly tense and awkward against each other. He hesitated, his eyes searching hers. Reluctantly, he let her go and grabbed the phone.

She stared at his back as she listened to him taking information, hugging herself and fighting against the tears that had been threatening to spill down her cheeks for the past ten minutes. He flipped his phone closed with a vengeance and spun to face her.

"I have to go," he said shortly, throwing on his coat.

She nodded once and looked away, taking a step away from the door. As he passed her he stopped and put his finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"We're not finished here," he whispered, brushing a lock of her hair out of her face.

After a lingering, intensely penetrating stare, he let go and swept out of the apartment. She took a deep, steadying breath and stared at his retreating form…unsure what was going to happen but secretly excited to find out.

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