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He huffed as he shielded his eyes from the hot July sun, walking into the station house. Through a series of elevators he went, and found himself standing at the door to the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. He opened the doors and the noise erupting from the other side already made his hangover significantly worse. He trudged over to his desk and sat down, feeling a vibration in his left front pocket.

Tell cap I'll be a bit late. Do u want coffee?

He smiled profusely. His partner Olivia, has been by his side for over ten years. Thirteen, to be exact. Every morning, they followed a routine where Olivia bought them their usual to kick start their long day, and every night Elliot would show up at his partners house, take out in hand. Some nights Elliot stayed over. He would take the couch after a prolonged argument with Olivia over who would have the bed. Its yours, she would insist. Over my dead body will you sleep on a couch, he would retaliate.

Yes please. U should know by now how I like it.

He replied, hoping she would catch on to the hint of sexual reference there was to that text. He spent more time with Olivia than his own wife, not that he minded it. Olivia made his heart smile, whereas Kathy over the years became just a friend in his eyes. The kids liked Olivia more, definitely. When Elliot gives the kids back to their mother, he would see the hint of sadness in their eyes that they had to go, and they would give Olivia a back cracking hug. Each and every time.

Kathy hated Olivia, to be blunt about it. Olivia could give less of a shit. Her reputation as bad-ass Benson wasn't going to be ruined just because of Kathy's immaturity. She had always accused the two of an affair, but she had no proof. There was no proof.

Elliot was stirred out of his thoughts about Kathy and Olivia, but mostly Olivia, when she herself arrived through the double doors of the unit. Her smile made his breath hitch as she carried the coffee to her desk and checked the voicemails left on her phone.

Elliot always appreciated his partners beauty, but he felt like she just became more goddess-like every passing day. Her long mahogany waves swayed a few inches below her shoulder. The teal tank top she wore under her blazer severely complemented her curves, making her appear fuller in all the right areas. The slacks she wore fitted to her legs perfectly and molded around her tight thighs and ass and Elliot felt his member harden. He looked away, in fear of the scenarios he had in his mind, of Olivia pushed up against the wall in the cribs, while Elliot had his way with her.

Stop, asshole, Elliot thought to himself. Olivia meant too much to him to ever lose. He had no problem admitting he was head over heels in love with his partner. The sweet smell of freesia invaded his personal bubble and he knew she was right behind him. He felt her delicate hand on his shoulder as she put her coffee down onto his desk. She smelled so good, so feminine. Normally, the fruity smell would make his hang over even more intense, but nothing about Olivia could impact Elliot negatively.

"Good morning, drunkie," Olivia chimed. For as much as Olivia drank the previous night, he was surprised to see her bright eyed and bushy tailed at such an early time.

"Good morning, iron stomach," he laughed. Olivia joined him as they sipped on their coffees and talked aimlessly, entranced in each others presence.

"How did you sleep?" Olivia asked, removing his hand from his forehead to reveal his bloodshot orbs. She gasped as she inspected his eyes. She saw just how hung over he was, but there was something else swimming in the blue orbs he had. Was it…love? She shook the thought from her head, laughing inwardly at how naïve she sounded. "El, you should go rest. I'll get you if you if we need you."

Elliot was about to take her offer when Cragen emerged from his office.

"No body is taking a nap. We have a body down in central park. Liv, I think you should sit this one out."

Elliot's head sprung up to attention. Why would Olivia need to sit this out?

"Why cap, what's the problem?" Elliot asked. Olivia nodded in agreement, chiming in with him. "Like you say, I don't get to pick the victim."

Cragen shook his head. "Olivia, I'm sorry," he whispered as he took both of her hands in his. Elliot moved right next to his partner waiting for what the captain had to say. "They think it's your mother."

Olivia's eyes widened before her legs gave out. She felt a pair of arms secure her and she immediately knew it was Elliot. He sat on the floor of the special victims unit with his partner and the love of his life; ready to go find the fucker who thinks they're getting away with this.

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Up next: Olivia has a date, and Elliot doesn't take that so well. Evidence points towards a pretty obvious suspect, but it was so unexpected! Who could have killed Olivia's mom?