Hey all! As promised, here's my new fanfic, "Journey". This actually starts off as an Benson/Porter fanfic. I say starts off, because i haven't written any other chapters, so for all i know, it could turn out to be a Benson/Cragen fanfic! (My point being, don't take what i said to heart).

I'll start off by saying this: You guys know how i am, i LOVE feedback. No fans, no fanfic, so you guys continue to comment, Good or Bad, and i'll continue to supply the goods! LOL Just drop me a line, tell me how it is! Constructive critizm is good guys! This is for you, the fans, so if there's a way i can improve, LET ME KNOW! PM me if you don't feel comfortable posting, but just let me know! I can't stress enough that this is for you guys, and if you don't read it, who will?

Without further adu, I Proudly bring to you, BF's second fanfic!!!

-Journey-

Chapter 1 — Comfort Zone —

It was noon time; Elliot, Olivia, John, and Fin were eating lunch huddled around their desks at the precinct. They were currently trying to break a particularly tough case, and had found themselves staring at the dry-erase board; trying to connect their suspect with the many victims he'd 'supposedly' brutalized. They were stuck, and took to talking with each other.

"What're you doing tonight?" Elliot asked.

Elliot had obviously gotten used to his bachelor style of life, and it seemed to Olivia that he was trying to live vicariously though her. More than likely, it'd been because he'd been staying home with the kids again. Not that he didn't like seeing them all the time, they were the world to him, but he, like any man, liked his freedom. Now, it seemed that Kathy that was getting the freedom. She was able to go out with her 'friends' and hang out.

Olivia realized that she still hadn't answered Elliot, but was rather staring at him in thought, "Oh, nothing really, I told Dean I'd thank him for helping Simon out by taking him to dinner."

Olivia had actually used that as an excuse to muster up the courage to ask him on a date. They'd been hinting at it, quite strongly, and she decided to act on it. He'd of course accepted, and they agreed on the quaint Italian restaurant down the road from her apartment.

"Dean? As in Porter?" What? I didn't even know she liked him...he was kinda hot-headed in my opinion...Porter? Ugh. He didn't exactly mean to say it the way he did, not out loud anyways.


"Yeah, El, Porter. He's picking me up straight from here, that's why I'm kinda dressed up..." She gestured vaguely at her attire and her hair; which had taken two hours to finally form some semblance of a hairstyle.

He had noticed she did look stunning today. She was wearing the shirt that was unbuttoned low enough to show just enough cleavage to tantalize, but not enough to insinuate anything unwanted. He imagined his hands deftly unbuttoning the shirt the rest of the way. Then had to shake the thought of Porter being the one to unbutton them from his head.

"Oh. I didn't think you guys were talking...wasn't that a while ago he helped you out with Simon?" He was prying, feigning disinterest.

"Yeah, kinda, but there were the follow-ups, making sure that he wouldn't be charged and such. You know how it is." She ignored the fact that Elliot seemed jealous. He's always like this when I mention I have a boyfriend...must be a guy thing.

"Oh, that's nice of him." Elliot struggled to keep a nice voice while he said that. "How's Simon, anyways?"


"Oh, he's doing good, moved back in with his girlfriend and her son. For a while, she'd believed that he actually raped those women. They're doing good though. Me and Simon, we see each other when we can. We still have a lot of catching up to do..."

Cragen came out to middle of the room where Benson, Stabler, Munch, and Fin were.

"Are we getting anywhere with this guys?"

"If by anywhere, you mean nowhere, then yeah. We've been all round New York," Munch replied sardonically, taking a bite of his sub.

Cragen ignored the jibe, "Well listen, if by 2 o'clock you still aren't anywhere, then you can go home. I'm sick of seeing you guys. Now, have we figured out a way that Donor was connected to these girls? He was a plumber, right?"

"Yeah, but he didn't work on any of those girl's house's. Nor did anyone else in his plumbing company."

Cragen thought this over for a minute, then turned to Elliot. "Elliot, you know Sanders down at the 2-3, right?"

Elliot looked at him for a minute, then replied "Yeah....we play ball together every once and a while, why?"

Cragen ignored Elliot's questioning look. "And Fin, you know Wood over in the 1-2, yeah?"

"Yeah Capt., we go way back, why?"

"Okay, so Fin, Wood says that he was just over at this girls' house, fixing the toilet, and they get to talking, the girl says she's home alone most days. So Wood goes back, okay, he knows you from wherever, calls you up, and tells you about this girl, and how she's alone. You tell Elliot, who isn't really interested in young girls, so he tells Sanders. It doesn't have to be Donor who fixed these girls' plumbing, it could be friends of his. So go back, find out any people that worked on these girls' plumbing, ask all of them if they know Donor, and bring all of them in."

"Oh my God, Captain, do you know how many people that is?! Can't we just wait till tomorrow?"

"Yeah, fine...go, get outta here, but be prepared to really bust your hump tomorrow."
Fin and Munch were out of there so fast, all you could see were blurs running through the doors. Olivia stayed to call Porter, ask him to come pick her up. And Elliot always twice as long as everybody else to clear his desk.

"Well, Liv, have a nice time tonight. Tell Porter I said 'hi'," He wasn't able to say that without a look of disgust on his face, and was lucky he was walking away from Olivia when he said that.

"Yeah, sure, okay El. Tell the kids I said 'hi'!"

Ten minutes later, Porter pulled up and got out of his car. He was wearing a dark suit with a red tie. He looked stunning. He walked around the car, gave Olivia a kiss on the cheek, and opened the car door for her.

"Wow Dean, I didn't know you could be such a romantic! Opening the door for me? I'm touched." Olivia really did melt when he kissed her, but was playing the whole thing off.

"Well, you are a lady, and it...Okay, honestly, the door gets stuck, and I'm the only one who can seem to get it."

They laughed at that, and Olivia got in the car. Dean noticed what Olivia was wearing, and tried to think of a way to compliment her without letting on that he'd like more than dinner tonight. He didn't want to come off as a dirt bag, but he didn't know how else to compliment her.

"Wow Olivia, you look beautiful tonight." As soon as he said it, he was mentally kicking himself. Wow, you look beautiful?! That's all you could think of? Stupid! "I like your shirt, it's a nice contrast with your eyes. Oh my God, now I sound gay. I can't say anything right. Just shoot me now!

Olivia chuckled when he said that, and knew he was trying to say something nice. She decided to not torture him, and play nice. "Thanks Dean. But I don't think the fact that it's low-cut hurts either, does it?" She was grinning from ear to ear, and he saw it.

"Oh, yeah, thanks Liv, always thinking the worst of me!" Dean had said, with an equally big smile.

But as soon as Dean had said 'Liv', Olivia thought of Elliot. He always called her Liv. He was probably at home now, watching Kathy walk out the door, suspecting she's going to her boyfriends house. Which she probably was.

"Hey, daydreamer, we're here. You coming?" Olivia hadn't realized they'd stopped, and Dean had gotten out, opened her door, and was holding a hand out for her to help her out.

"Yeah, sorry hon, kinda zoned out there!" She called everybody 'hon', so Dean didn't get excited.

They sat down and made small talk while they waited for their food to arrive. They were pretty much getting to know each other. They knew the basics, but if asked, Porter wouldn't have been able to say how many years Olivia had been with Special Victims. She didn't know how long he'd been working for the FBI, or what he did before that. Their food came, they ate, and continued to chat. After they were done with their meals, the walked outside the restaurant.

"Liv, you want to go for a little stroll?"

It was as if he'd read her mind. She loved strolls, and it was perfect out, there was a slight breeze, and the moon and stars were out. "I think you read my mind Dean." As they began their walk down the sidewalk, they scooted closer and closer to each other. It would feel awkward if one of them made an obvious attempt at doing anything, so Olivia, being the female, decided to try something.

"Boy, it's a bit chilly out here though, isn't it?" Him being the gentlemen he is, he'd probably bring her close and warm her up, just as she'd planned.

"Oh, well, here Liv, let me warm you up." he walked close to her, and put his arms around her shoulders. His coat was draped over both of them, and Olivia decided to put her right arm around his waist. They walked like that for a while. Dean's car was still at the restaurant, so they began to head back to it. They continued talking during their walk, often pausing to appreciate the summer night. Dean had been thinking of a way to compliment Olivia's hair without sounding gay, and he finally figured a way to say it. "Liv, your hair is beautiful." It took you all night, and that's all you could think of?!? You already said that before dinner! "You're hair's beautiful"! Wow. You'll be lucky if she doesn't leave right now.

"Thanks Dean, it took me forever to get it just right." She'd never admitted to a date that it took long to fix herself up. She'd always liked them to think that she could look that good in a matter of minutes, but it was different with Dean.

"I'm sure it'd look just as great if you hadn't fixed it up. It looked beautiful when you were in Oregon as well." He'd hoped he didn't come across as too strong, but that he'd gotten his point across.


"You think so? Thanks Dean." She wasn't used to receiving compliments for no reason. In the past, if she received any kind of compliment, it was because the other person needed or wanted something from her; it was nice to think Dean had no ulterior motive.

They were in the car, and Olivia was directing Dean towards her apartment. He'd been there once before, to get her for a meeting, but he was horrible with directions. They got to the front of her building, and Dean put the car in park. He turned towards Olivia, and saw her turn toward him; he looked ridiculously nervous. It made Olivia chuckle to herself.

"This night was wonderful. Hopefully we could do this sometime soon?" Dean said, trying to play it smooth.

"Yeah, I'd like that Dean. You want to walk me to my door?"

"Yeah, sure." Porter yanked the key out of the ignition, and climbed out of his car. He got over to the other side, where Olivia's door was already opened. He grabbed her hand, and helped her out of the car, closing the door behind her. She walked a few steps ahead of Porter, and he put one hand on the small of her back, and the other on her waist. She smiled widely. He knew exactly where to put his hands. Her lower back and waist was one of her most sensitive parts of her body that wasn't sexual.
They got to her door, and Olivia fiddled with her keys; trying to give him time to do something, kiss her, suggest he come in for coffee, anything. She dropped her keys, and they both bent down to pick them up. He got to them first, and as they stood up, he backed her up against the wall, and kissed her. It was a deep, passionate, sensual kiss. Porter was leaned up against Olivia and he still had his hand on her waist. He could tell she liked it when he put his hand on her waist and her back.

The kiss broke, and Porter handed the keys back to Olivia. She opened the door, and walked a few steps in. Porter remained standing in the door's frame, waiting for her to motion him in. She did so, and, smiling, he walked in, closing the door behind him. It locked on it's own, and Porter turned to the door to see what the click was, when Benson came behind him, turned him around, and gently pushed him against the wall. She began to unbutton his shirt as he did the same to hers. This wasn't their first date, so Olivia didn't feel too bad about jumping the gun with Dean, but she couldn't help herself. He was a gentlemen, and he was way better looking than most of the other men Olivia had dated. He knew how to treat a woman, he'd paid for their dinner, he'd been polite, and innocent until she dropped her keys. He hadn't tried anything before he was sure of the signals he was getting, and he was, above all, a fabulous kisser. He knew exactly what Olivia wanted, and made sure he did it. For the first time with a man, it was about her. Dean made sure she was happy, that she was satisfied. She made sure to return the favor.


They enjoyed the night together, and before they both fell asleep, Dean had told her how much he'd enjoyed that night. "Not just when we got to your apartment either Liv." He continued, "You're a fun person to talk to. The restaurant was wonderful, and I loved the walk. This," he said, gesturing to her lying in bed under the sheets, "was just a bonus." He said this as he brushed a lock of hair out of Olivia's face. They were lying in bed, talking. That was the best thing about that night. They could just sit and talk. Their relationship, whatever there was to it, wasn't only about physical attractions. Sure, they found the other sexy and attractive, but they were able to just sit and talk. After a while, Dean had fallen asleep whilst holding Olivia. She remained awake, though. So many times before, if not every time, she had ran after sex. She wasn't able to run, or make up an excuse this time. Usually, like clockwork, her beeper would go off, but this time, nothing. She was totally against commitment up until this point. She still was, but she couldn't very well just leave her own apartment. She'd let her guard down, and was already regretting it to a certain extent. She wasn't one to just fall asleep with a man. You really had to know her before she slept with you. Because she slept with Dean so quickly in the relationship, he'd probably expect more, quicker. There'd be talk of marriage and babies before Olivia was ready to talk about moving in together.

As Olivia laid there, thinking, she began to drift off. If things start to get way outta hand, I'll just end it, easy. He's a good man, maybe he'll be like every other man on the face of the Earth, and just want to go about our lives, not talk about our feelings...She was more of a man when it came to relationships. She fell under the male stereotype of not wanting a serious relationship, and knowing her luck, her and Dean's roles would be switched. She continued to try and convince herself that she would be able to break it off if it got too serious as she fell asleep. Finally, she snuggled up to Dean's bare chest and drifted off into a light slumber. But even as she fell asleep, fully convinced that she was in total control, there was a nagging voice in the back of her head that couldn't help but to voice her concern that maybe they'd run out of things to say. What then? They'd met in Oregon, and no matter what they were talking about, somehow, conversation managed to come full circle back there; to a point in her career where she was out of her comfort zone, and most vulnerable. Before Dean, everything was no strings. She'd purposely get involved with men she knew would not want a relationship. It made things easier. Now, she was involved with a man who was, for lack of better words, clingy. No matter what she though about Dean, good or bad, her thoughts always came back to the same conclusion. This man was no Elliot.


They'd wake in the morning, have breakfast, and talk some more. They'd talk about anything they could think of; the night before, about dates in the future, and anything in between, but Olivia would not mention her worries about last night. She would see where things took her, because as she thought of it more and more, she couldn't see the harm of getting into a serious relationship. That voice in the back of her head would continue to pop up whenever she began to let her guard down, comparing her to the only man she'd been with for 8 years, but this was different.

Wasn't it?

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Okay my loyal fans! There was chapter 1! A bit long, yes, but I needed to establish the story. I really hope you enjoyed this, and there will be more to come!

So let me know what you've thought. Please, being that this is the first chapter, i'd appriciate in-depth comments. Make 'em long, I don't care! The more feedback the better. This is a new fanfic, yet to be established, the more feedback I get - the better. If I'm talking too much about one thing, how will I know, if you don't tell me? Just the same, if I'm spending too little time on something, again, how will i know? So post your comments, don't be shy!

~BF~

I loved it girl! It is completly different from your other story. I also love the fact that you put and Elliot being jealous scene. That way it could show him what he is missing out on and allow him to step up and take action before he misses out. Very good job.

What are you talking about crazy girl, this was totally different to the last time I read it. I loved how you chaged the ending like I recommended...I felt it would've been a little flat if you had left it the way it had been. I like her thinking to herself after Porter fell asleep...he's such a man....

But I love the unease Olivia's feeling because it's more in character for her. And the contrast in NEW YORK BENSON and OREGON BENSON...awesomeness..

Jealous Elliot? Hot! They are so totally hot together as well....stupid Dick...*kicks Dick*....err...that sounded kinda rude...but whatever.

Anywho, I can't wait for chapter 2!!

Oh, and I TOTALLY think the idea of Olivia and Cragen getting together is hot...*throws up*...maybe Elliot and Cragen?....EWWWW....
I wonder where this will lead....poor eckerson...lol!

I love it!!!! I do like Olivia & Dean together until Elliot gets his act together so definitely loving the parts where El's jealous. I also like the bits where Liv compares Dean to El, definitely makes it possible for an E/O story later on if you choose to go that route, while at the same time leaving it open to stay as Benson/Porter too, ya know?! I can't wait to read more though!!!! Keep it coming!!! LOL

WHAT???? Great fic!!!Very well written& I love it, but Porter & Benson...*tear*.... Even I'm not that mean..lol..You gotta get some EO!!!!You're slowly killing me..lol...

But seriouly, great job!!!I love whole Elliot Jealous thing...He is hot when jealous......I agree w/ mrslee!!!

~ Doink Doink

WOW!! For the first time i don't even know what to say...
It was amazing...I love how you explain liv's feelings and its almost like i've known her and i know all this about her... You truly are an amazing writer BF and i def. can not wait to read more.. I look forward to more of these chapters =]

I LOVED IT ..... THE WHOLE DEAN TRYIMG TO BE NICE , AND ELLOT BEING JEALOUS I CANT WAIT FOR CHAPTER 2

P,B+J=Porter,Benson+Jealousy!Love this fanfic!!!

Wow you guys! I'm totally elated! This story hasn't even been up a full 24 hours, and i've already gotten this many comments, and how-ever-many-more people have read it? I'm thrilled! I'd hoped that i'd get fans, But you guys really came through! I'll do this personally since you guys have made me feel so good! (lol)

Mary - Thanks a load! That's exactly what i was aiming for; difference. I mean, what fun would that be to be reading a new story, that was essentially the same as the last, only w/ different people, and the words slightly altered? I was glad i was able to achieve that level of....alteration.

Mrs.Lee - I know! I was so happy that i was able to write the ending the way i did. LOL honestly, i really impressed myself there! The whole ending, i was super impressed w/, LOL and you're right, Porter falling asleep, what a man thing to do, huh? Jelous Elliot? H-O-T!!!! LOL and OMG, girl! Poor Eckerson!

SVULover - Boy, you catch on kinda quick, eh? LOL I'm purposly leaving this open for just about anything b/c well...that's how i like my stories, always having a certain level of mistique to it. The readers can be reading, and they're 100 and 30% sure that this will happen (as in my last story, w/ Elliot "Cheating" on Olivia) and the exact opposite will happen. I dunno, maybe i'm evil like that, but it's SO FUNNY when you're in on it! LOL

Doink-Doink - LOL I KNOW! I was pretty suprised w/ myself when i first thought of the Benson/Porter idea as well...i figured i'd go on, and write more E/O's, but this is just as good, eh? I mean, writing style.

Fan4Ever - Thank you SO MUCH! You can't see right now, but i'm blushing! lol I was actually aiming for that, someone being able to feel like they've known Olivia for years, when this is the first chapter. (Now, i'm sure it doesn't hurt that we've all watched her for 8 going on 9 years, and we've developed our own thought on what she's like, which is probably pretty similar to one another)

svulover2008 - Thanks a lot! Elliot is so hot when he's jelous, huh? LOL what more can us ladies ask for than 'Jealous Elliot?!' And that's how i've thought Dean would/will be with Olivia, a real nice gentlemen...

DetectiveMcPDQ - PB&J Nice. Thanks, and i'll hope to post sometime in the near future...

You guys have been just too good to me! I really appriciate you guys for reading my fanfic, and especially taking the time to comment. I know i've said this a million times before, but your comments really make the story. W/O them, there'd really be no story. I hope to get chapter 2 up in a timely fashion, but it may not be until at least sunday or monday, at the earliest. If it does happen to be up before then, then HAPPY 4th OF JULY!

~BF~

Okay everybody! Here's chapter 2! Sorry bout the long delay there, but you guys all know how it is, been super busy. Anyway, you know the drill, lemmy know what you thought about it!

Chapter 2 — Conversations —

It was only 6:15 when the alarm started blaring, and awoke both Olivia and Dean. Olivia reached out and slapped the alarm clock, then fell back in bed.

"Boy, is it that time already?" She hated having to get up so early, and it didn’t make it better when she stayed up to all hours of the night.

"Yeah, I guess it is. Man, you have to get up at 6:15? I feel for you Liv, I really do. I get to sleep in till 6:30." Dean was swinging his feet over the edge when he said this, and Olivia walked over towards him, with her black robe already around her.

"Oh, yeah, that’s just one of those many benefits you FBI guys get, huh?"

"Yeah, didn’t we tell you about that when you worked for us?"

"Uh huh. No, I was just a grunt then...doing all the dirty work while you set up meetings in coffee shops. Bet that was nice...all you had to worry about was if the place had good coffee." Olivia loved to joke around with people when she could, and that was something that you had to have if you were going to spend any time with her; a good sense of humor.

"Yeah, it got pretty tricky there, having to decide where to go for the coffee, and the location. Couldn’t have your eco buddies catching on to you."

Dean stood up and began to walk into the kitchen, when he was stopped by Olivia. She put her hand on his chest, and looked at him. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was looking for in his eyes, but she couldn’t break the gaze. She tilted her head, as if that would help her look further into his mind. He leaned toward her, and planted a kiss on her lips. They went at it for a bit, and broke away after a few minutes.

"I have to make some coffee, or I won’t be able to function today. You want some?" Olivia needed her coffee, and anyone who knew her, knew it.

"Yeah, sure. Just let me gather my clothes here. They’re all over the place." As they both got ready for work, they talked.

They agreed that they’d have to go out to dinner again soon. They decided on Friday, which seemed like a long way away.

"But it’s only Monday..." Dean playfully whined as he sipped his coffee.

"That’ll make Friday that much better then, won’t it?" She had a devilish grin on her face with her eyebrows raised as she said this.

They said their good-byes, and Benson and Porter went their separate ways. Olivia arrived at the precinct at 7 o’clock. She walked in and sat down at her desk, before deciding the coffee she'd had at home wasn't going to last her. She heaved herself back up and walked over to the coffee pot and poured herself a hot cup of coffee. She sat down at her desk and started typing up paperwork. About 10 minutes after she arrived, Elliot had joined her. He grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at his desk opposite Olivia.

He was dreading talking about her date last night. That was all he could think about. He’d arrived home about half an hour after he left the precinct, and Kathy left only an hour after that. The entire night, he’d been distracted by thoughts of what Olivia and Dean were doing, and strangely, not so much about what Kathy was doing. He couldn’t believe it was bothering him so much for his partner to be going on a date. He had to keep himself busy so his mind wouldn’t wander too much, but each time he did dwell, he came to the same conclusion; that at that moment, Porter was unbuttoning that tantalizing shirt, and not him.

"Hey Liv, how’re you today?" He was hoping that being with her would cheer him up; they were looking at a full day of one-on-one time while they interview each and every plumber that worked on all 15 girls that were attacked.

"I’m fine El, you?" She sure did sound fine. She was dressed just as she was every other day, nothing special, but still she took the breath away from Elliot. Her dark brown eyes looking at him, her chest rising up and down as she took every breath, all distracted him from his work everyday. So why was he noticing it so much these past few weeks?

"Good now." He gazed at her for a moment. His baby blue’s darkening for a moment. He realized what he said, and continued, "I mean, last night Kathy went out again, this time she didn’t come back until around 10:30 or so. I’m sick of this. I’m thinking about getting my own place, seeing other people. It’s time to move on. I mean, a part of me still loves her, she gave me 4 of the best things in my life, but it’s not the same. We’ve already moved on, without coming out and saying we have, you know?" He stopped, realizing he was rambling on and on and was going to say something else to make it seem like he wasn’t, when Olivia spoke.

"Thanks El, I’m glad I can cheer you up. And I get what you’re saying. So you’re going to be a free man, huh? I’m happy for you. Well we’ll just have to go out and celebrate!" Olivia had been looking differently at Elliot for the past 3 months or so, and hadn’t been able to place what it was, until then. She’d been thinking about her partner in a different way, and at that moment, she thought she’d been having feelings for her partner. Actual feelings. She’d been paying attention to his body features more and more, staring at the part of his chest that was exposed, or when he was walking in front of her, her eyes would be down, looking at his backside. She’d wanted to stroke him arm on several occasions, and actually had to stop herself from showing any obvious forms of affection. He’d changed shirts in the crib in front of her, and she’d nearly lost it. She actually had to take a few steps away to make sure she wouldn’t do anything irrational then and there.


"Yeah Liv, I’d like that. How ‘bout tonight? Kathy’s going to take the kids out. So until I actually go ahead with things, I’m not sure when the next time getting ‘out’ will be."

"Sounds great Elliot. How bout right after work, that way you don’t even have to go home till after we leave?" Olivia wasn’t sure what exactly she was doing. She’d just, hours before, been sleeping with Dean, and now she was making a date, or as close to a date as you can get, with her partner? She wasn’t sure why she was doing this, or what had compelled her to bring it up in the first place, but it felt nice. She was anxious, and self conscious the rest of the day. She kept fixing her hair, and applying her lip gloss every time she noticed the tiniest smudge or a stray hair. She couldn't help but notice she'd taken three times as long to get ready for a casual drink with Elliot, than it took her for a date with Porter.

After hours and hours of canvassing and interviewing, they were done with the list. They’d split the list up half-way for Benson and Stabler, and Munch and Fin. It took them the entire day, but the next day would be spent figuring out the connections. At 6:30 all four detectives were allowed to leave. Munch was going to meet an ‘Old friend’ at the park, and Fin was going on a date. Olivia and Elliot gathered their stuff and began to walk outside.
"Hey, El, I was driven in today, you think I could ride with you," she paused, "if that’s not too big a deal that is. Then just drop me off?" That was the total truth, Dean had drove her in that day. That’s the only reason why she brought it up. Or so she told herself.

"Sure Liv." He would have said something else, maybe started a conversation, but was distracted again, by thoughts of Porter. Who else would have drove her in? That would mean that he left her, then came back only a few hours later to pick her up again, or had stayed the night. The latter of the two being the most likely.

They drove to the bar they frequented in a comfortable silence. They always enjoyed their time together and didn’t mind the silence. They were able to not say anything, and it not be awkward. Olivia stared out the window the duration of their trip, thinking. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing, or what her intentions were, but she was beginning to worry herself. Why was she so jittery around Elliot if they were just going out to have a few drinks and talk? What was so different this time?

They arrived at the bar and Elliot threw the car in park. He’d worked himself into an irritated state on the way to the bar, and was trying to keep himself from saying something irrational. ‘Woman-whore’ had come to his mind on several occasions, but he realized he didn’t mean it, and that was his rage talking. Olivia could tell something was wrong, but was hesitant towards asking him what. Elliot got out of the car and walked to the front of the car where the entrance was. He opened the door and waited. Olivia had been half expecting him to come around and open her door for her, until she realized that it was Elliot she was with. She got out of the car, and walked through the open door that Elliot was holding for her. As soon as they walked in the building, there were steps to get to the bar area, and as they both ascended the steps, Elliot put his hand on the small of Olivia’s back. She immediately exhaled and felt shivers shoot up her spine. Something that hadn’t happened with Dean.

They found a corner of the bar that was free, so they squeezed their way towards it. There were no seats available, so they took to standing. Olivia was at the bar, and Elliot was standing behind her. It was crowded and noisy, so Elliot had to lean in to talk with Olivia, and vice versa.

"So how’d your date go last night?" Elliot was pushed up against Olivia so closely he was sure he’d loose it. He really didn’t want to know, but couldn’t think of anything else, and didn’t figure she’d talk about it much with him in the setting they were in.

"Eh, alright I suppose. I get the feeling he’s way clingy though. I really don’t know. I think I’ll just see where this goes..." and she left it at that. She was hardly able to say that, she couldn’t think straight with Elliot against her like that. She leaned back very slightly and rested her back on his chest.

Elliot couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Olivia’s waist and turned her around so they were facing each other. There wasn’t a centimeter between them, Elliot using the excuse that it was crowded. "That’s better." he said as he moved a lock of hair from Olivia’s face. "I understand what you’re saying. Stereotypically, it’s the woman that’s clingy. That’s probably not an attractive thing for a man to be all dependant and stuff, huh? You probably look for more of a strong man." As he said this, he puffed out his chest a little bit, and was consequently, fully against Olivia.

"Yeah, it’s not exactly an endearing quality. Can I talk to you about this though?" Olivia didn’t want to ruin whatever was going on by talking about Porter and her date, but she was trying to convey to him that she was still available.
"Why wouldn’t you be able to?" Elliot didn’t feel like hearing that he was marriage material, or whatever, but he didn’t care what she said at that moment, he was enjoying being with Olivia.

"I dunno, I didn’t know if it was one of those guy things where you didn’t talk with your partner about boyfriends. I just, there’s a few people I could see myself in a serious relationship with, you know people I’ve dated in the past, men I’d like to date, but with Porter, I don’t know. I mean, I like him an all, he’s a gentlemen, he holds the door open, he paid for our meal last night, you know, I mean, we were talking and stuff, and it’s really easy to hold a conversation with him. No awkward pauses or anything, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s not like..." she was going to say ‘you’, but stopped herself. She still didn’t know what she was doing, coming on to Elliot like she was.


"You just don’t see yourself walking down the aisle with him? That’s totally understandable. There’s some people you can spend the rest of your life with, and there’s some people that well...it’s good while it lasted. Then there’s people where you think you can spend the rest of your life with, but later on, you learn that you were wrong. And who’s he not like?"

"I dunno. Other people I’ve been around. I keep comparing him to someone, and that other person keeps well...if it were a contest, I think that other person would win." She was trying not to come on too strongly, but she’d brought up the ‘other person’ business. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, she knew she was sending Elliot messages, but she was caught up in the moment, and didn’t care what Elliot thought.

"The other person would win, huh? Well that doesn’t sound too good for ol’ Dean, does it? You know, you can’t keep...leading him on like that if you can’t see yourself with him." Elliot was sure the ‘other man’ was him, but tried not to let Olivia know it.

"But, see, it’s hard. The ‘other guy’ is very unavailable, and I doubt he’ll ever be available. So it’s not like I have to choose. He’s the best available guy."

"Honey, you can’t do that to a guy. If he were to ever find out he was second best, that’d be it. No more together-ness. There’s no way you and ‘the other guy’ could be together?"

"No El, it’s just, not allowed. He’s off limits."

Being partners was certainly off limits... "Well, I don’t believe that. There’s always a way. Unless the guy is gay of course..." Elliot gave Olivia a look, and her smile spread across her face.

"Thanks Elliot. Sure, go ahead, say such things like that. You’ll regret it..." She’d put her hand on Elliot’s chest, similarly to what she’d done to Dean 12 hours earlier. They’re eyes locked, and they looked at each other for several minutes. They’re faces weren’t even a pencil’s length away from each other, and were getting closer. Then, the bar tender tapped Olivia’s back and motioned to the drinks that had been set beside her elbow. "Thanks." Olivia said as she exhaled a breath she hadn’t even known she’d taken. Perfect timing kid.

Olivia handed Elliot his drink, which was a regular Martini, while she sipped her Vodka Martini. Olivia continued her conversation from before. "And plus, I mean, it’s not like I’m getting any younger...I’m going on 40 El. 40. I haven’t even got any kids. Not that that’d be a good idea, but if I ever got drunk enough to think I would, it’d better be sometime relatively soon. I’m tired of waiting around, honestly. And one more thing, what happens when we run out of stuff to talk about? I mean, sure, we’ve managed a day without much talk about each others’ work, but how long can that continue? I mean, you and I, we never run out of things to talk about, and when we do, silence is perfectly fine for us. Dean’s the type of person you’ve constantly got to be talking to, or else you’re extremely uncomfortable. It’s just, what then? That’ll only last so long, then after only about a month of on and off dating, we’ll talk about work. Other than with you, I don’t like to talk about work. Like you’ve said in the past, unless you work with the person you’re going home with, you can’t very well say "Well today I had to arrest some guy that abducted and raped little 5 year olds for 10 years straight before we caught him." Or whatever the details are. I don’t care if he’s been working for the FBI’s Special Victims version office, or what, but he hasn’t seen what I’ve seen for as long as you and I have seen it. I’m rambling. Sorry."

Elliot had just been looking at her for a while. Sure, he was listening, and understood completely, but he couldn’t break his gaze with Olivia. There was so much more to her than physical attraction. Yeah, she was the most beautiful person Elliot had ever ‘been with’ before, but her personality is what did it. The way she used sarcasm, the way she could hold a conversation, the way she joked with him, it made a horrible day bearable.

"You weren’t rambling, Liv. And that makes perfect sense. What else is there in a relationship other than communication. That’s mainly why me and Kathy’s marriage went down hill. She kept saying that I never talked to her. I was always at work. Well, it wasn’t like I could just tell her how my day was. She doesn’t need to hear about it. She thought for the longest time that I was telling you everything and not her because I was in love with you, and not her. But eventually she came to the realization that she didn’t want to know once I finally lost it and told her about a particularly tough case. But it didn’t make things any easier. We still didn’t talk, the only difference was that there were no more questions of why we didn’t talk. We were young when we got together, and all that was there was physical attraction. We didn’t have anything in common, really. You can’t enter into a relationship knowing that you won’t have anything in common in about a month or so. I mean, I’m not trying to convince you to get rid of Dean, but I’m just trying to save you the trouble I went though."

"Yeah. I mean, I just, I’m assuming here though. I’ve honestly got no clue wether or not he’s going to become immensely interesting in a few months, you know? We could have gone to the same high school for all I know. I kinda feel that after last night, I should give him a chance..." She hadn’t meant to say ‘after last night’, because that implies exactly what she didn’t want to imply.


"You know what Liv? Let’s get out of here. It’s too loud. I’ll drop you off at your apartment, maybe have some coffee, or something. Sorry, but I can’t really concentrate in here." Elliot laid down the money plus a tip, and grabbed Olivia by the hips, and guided her ahead of him.

He had both of his hands on her hips, and was just as close, if not closer to her than when they were squashed against the bar. They exited the bar, and Elliot causally let go of Olivia, as to not alert any suspicion. He walked over to the passenger door with her, and opened it, while she got in. He hadn’t heard what Olivia had said about ‘after last night’, and Olivia was thankful for that. They drove back in the direction of Olivia’s apartment, while they talked about what they had been talking about, and anything else that came to mind. They arrived to Olivia’s apartment door, and she opened it up, ushering Elliot in to her home.

He shut the door behind him, making sure it locked.

~BF~
Amazing job.. I love the interaction between el and liv at the bar..

Uhh ohh wonder what happens in the apartment????

Can't wait for more gurl!!

It was just as good this time as the last times I read it!

I know what they're doing behind the door...reading with fake feelings!! Haha!

I like how Elliot opened the door to the car the next time. It's easier to open it when someone's getting in, then to open it when they're getting out!

Update soon...!

Laura

LOL ROFL reading with fake feelings. Guess you'll just have to see if they're reading or not...

And it is easier to hold a door getting in than out.

Thanks Fan4ever, and it looks like you'll have to find out what they're doing behind the door later! LOL Sorry, but i didn't want that chapter going on forever...

Thanks for the responses you 2. I have fake feelings for you all! LOL (Sorry, inside joke ) And thanks again for commenting. You know me, i can't stress enough how much i like feedback! I'll try not to make the gap in between updates as big, but just a fair warning. Don't expect any updates (in august) until like the 19th and on. I'm Majorly busy from the 1st till the 19th, at least. So whatever is updated at the end of July, it'll more than likely be that way till mid-august. Just a heads up. But still check in every once and a while.

~BF~

I loved the chappy, you did an amazing job! Elliot and Olivia's conversation in the bar was cute, with both of them dropping the subtle hints that they liked eachother. I thought it was sweet. Elliot's a bit cocky though, immediately assuming he's the other guy.LOL. Although seriously who wouldn't want him!

Sorry it took me so long to read it but I have been crazy busy. I loved it! It was so good and the tension in the bar could have filled a frait train. LOL!

i loved it!

Chapter 3 — Chase —

"You’re the second person that’s been perplexed about my door in a few days. What’s so special about it?" Olivia asked, referring to the way Elliot had spun around when the door had closed behind him.

"Nothing, I just wanted to make sure it was locked. Didn’t know it did it on it’s own. You got any beers?" Elliot walked over to the fridge that was already open, and stood behind Olivia, peering into it over her shoulder.


"Eh, kinda, not really. I didn't think you liked that stuff, do ya?" Olivia was holding up a bottle of Smirnoff vodka.


"You kidding Liv? Vodka is my drink of choice. I’ll get the shot glasses. But remember, I have to drive home tonight."

They sat and talked while they watched the television. Elliot was sitting in the corner of Olivia’s couch, and she was resting against him.

"Sorry for the small couch," Olivia had commented as she sat down.

The one they were sitting on was half the size of her old one.

"My other one is at the leather shop, getting re-furbished or something. I don’t even know what they’re doing to the poor thing, but this is the loaner one they gave me. Fair trade, huh?" But Elliot didn’t mind one bit, and nor did Olivia.

It was all but Ten o’clock at night, and Elliot had to get going. He got up, and grabbed his stuff, making his way to the door; Olivia following close behind.

"Elliot?" He turned around to face her.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks," she said finally, "Thanks for talking with me about Dean. It made me feel better. And I hope I made you feel better about Kathy." She patted him on the shoulder as a little signal for him to get going before he ended up in the doghouse once he got home.

"Anytime Liv. We should do this more often. It was nice just hanging out with you." And with that, he turned and left.

As Olivia watched him walk away, she felt a twinge in her stomach. She was filled with regret, want, passion, desire, and shame. Regret for not doing anything while she had the chance; want for Elliot; passion for Elliot; desire for Elliot; and shame for what she was doing to Dean. Even though there was no way for Dean to know that Olivia had feelings for Elliot, she felt as if at any moment he would come knocking on her door, demanding that she pick between the two.

Elliot had said about nobody being off limits. I think that if he’d known it was him, he would have thought about that just a bit differently. What am I doing?! Not even 24 hours ago, I was right here, with Dean. All that stuff I said about him to Elliot was true, but I’m not sure I’m giving him a chance. I’m just assuming he’s going to become boring...

Similar thoughts went though Olivia’s mind all night as she made herself something to eat, and curled up on her couch, watching the evening news.

God. You’re such a putz. Why didn’t you make it any more obvious that you weren’t happy about her and Porter? You may has well been wearing an "I don’t ship B/P" shirt! Well maybe I convinced her to dump his sorry butt. I don’t care how nice he is, he doesn’t know her like I do.

Elliot’s mind was racing as he was driving home. He was upset that he hadn’t done anything; regretful that he hadn’t told her that he had feelings for her, and was filled with doubt. Who was he to meddle with her affairs? As she said, he was off-limits. Well, supposed to be anyways. At that point, Elliot didn’t really care what it took, he was determined to win Olivia’s heart from Dean.

Elliot arrived home at around 10:30, and saw the kitchen light was on. "Dickey, what are you still doing up? You should be in bed."

"So now I look like Dickey?" Kathy had been looking in the fridge, and Elliot had called out before he’d even gotten to the kitchen.

"No, Kath. Sorry, it’s just been the last few nights Dickey’s found any and every excuse to stay up as long as he can."

"Oh, well he went just fine for me." Kathy's response was cold, and so was the way she stalked past Elliot; a certain swagger about her. Elliot looked at her, and followed her out to the front porch.

"Listen Kathy. We’ve tried to do this subtly, for the kids’ benefit. But I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it’d be best if I moved out. This just...it’s not working out, I’m sorry. But you’ve moved on, I’ve moved on, it’s just a matter of admitting it to each other." Elliot wasn’t exactly sure where all of that came from, it didn’t even sound like him as he said it, but he just watched as Kathy took in everything that he’d said.

"Elliot, I agree. I didn’t want this to end horribly, but since you mention it, I think that something should be done differently. I mean, we’re okay with it, but what about the kids?" Her voice was filled with relief, as well as the inevitable sadness that came with the knowledge that a relationship wasn't working out.

"Kath, they’re getting older, and they’re not ignorant. I’ve heard them talking, saying about how you and I always seem to be fighting, or not speaking, or whatever they say. It’ll be tough on them, but they’ll handle it. Kathy, I want you to understand, I still care about you."

Kathy held out a hand, to stop him. "Elliot, I know. No hard feelings. I still care about you, but it’s not the same anymore. I don’t know what, but it’s just different, you know? You’re going to stay here until you find a place, right?"

"Yeah, Kath, I am." They were sitting on the swing on the front porch, talking; something they hadn't done properly in over two years.

Of course they weren’t able to say everything they wanted to say in a minutes worth of time, they stayed up until past 1 in the morning talking. It was good for Elliot. Finally some closure to his and Kathy’s marriage. When she’d first filed for divorce, he was heart-broken. A part of him still was, and always would be, to a certain extent. But with this, there were no questions left, no feelings hurt, it was mutual. They’d finally moved on, and were able to do it amicably. No walking in on the other having an affair, or finding out from someone else, it was done properly. It lifted a heavy weight of both of their shoulders, and they were able to go to sleep knowing that they’d done everything right, or as well as they could have.

Elliot fell asleep on the couch, voluntarily, while Kathy slept in the bedroom. Hopefully he’d have his own apartment soon enough, somewhere in Manhattan. And if he was lucky, he may even be able to be spend his nights with Olivia. Even as he slept, his dreams were filled of her. He’d dreamed that he told her he loved her, and she said she loved him, but when he walked into the squad room, Cragen slapped him for making him find new partners for them.

On the other hand, Olivia slept uneasily; dreaming about how she’d tell Dean that things hadn’t worked out with Elliot, but that she wanted to try it again with him. Or how Elliot didn’t like her, and couldn’t believe that she liked him, asking for a transfer.
She woke up at about 6 o’clock, and got ready for work, which included a shower. She got out, began drying herself off, when she heard the phone.

"Hello?" It was a question more so than a greeting.

"Liv, hey, it’s Dean. Listen, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind putting dinner off until Saturday? I just found out I gotta work Friday. Is that going to be alright?"

"Yeah Dean, I have no problem with that. Thanks for letting me know. Uh huh. Yep. Talk to you later. Okay. Will do. Bye."

It was a short conversation. That gave Olivia enough time to try and think about what she should do.

It’s not like I have to act this very second though. Elliot’s only just said he’s going to leave his wife for good, and this’ll be me and Dean’s second date, on Saturday. Do I really have to choose this soon? But Elliot’s right, it’s not fair to leave Dean to be the ‘fallback’ person. No, I have to make sure Elliot actually likes me before I go and put myself out there like that. I’ll keep dating Dean. There’s no problem with that, I mean, it’s not like Elliot came out and said "Dump Dean, and I’ll be yours". I don’t even know if he likes me.

Olivia continued to argue with herself on the way to work. She finally decided to just see where things went, and handle them when they happened. She walked in the precinct, with coffee in her hand, and sat down at her desk. Elliot walked in, and made his way over to the coffee pot. Olivia couldn’t help but smile. He took her breath away, but it was who he was that really made her love him. Everything about him; his sense of humor, his sarcasm, his personality, even his past. It made him who he is now, such a great father, and husband. Much like Olivia, Elliot was using his past to make himself a better person; rather than to dwell on and hinder prosperity. Yeah, he turned her on, but there was more than looks to him.


"Hey Liv. Morning." He seemed like he was in a particularly good mood when he walked in, having spent the morning realizing that he was that much closer to trying to win Olivia over.

"El. Oh, hey, listen, you didn’t get into any trouble with Kathy, did you? I mean, coming home so late..."

"No Liv. Actually, kinda the opposite. We started talking about it, and we decided that we could end this amicably. We’ve both moved on, and we’ll figure out how to tell the kids. But I mean, I think they know more than Kathy gives them credit for. I dunno, we’ll see how it works out."

"So you think you’ll spend your first day as a bachelor gettin’ some tail?" Olivia hoped he didn't see right through her.

"Eh, not really. I mean, I have someone in mind, but it’s complicated. I don’t see how I’m going to be able to really date though. Won’t I, in theory, just run into the same problem I did with Kathy? Us not talking, I mean."

"Well, yeah, unless you go out with someone who’s in Sex Crimes."

"I don’t know any women in any of the other boroughs, and I’m not about to, 1, go looking for some Sex Crimes detective, just so I can date her, or 2, up for blind dates."

"How bout someone here in Manhattan? I mean, a TARU agent, or a lab tech, even a CSU gal."

"Eh, I’m not really interested. The person I’ve got my eye on, she’s...well...kind of like your ‘mystery guy’, she’s off-limits." He said this as he took a sip of his coffee.

Olivia caught his eye from over his cup, and looked away. That’s exactly the way she had worded it the night before. Elliot knew it, and had made sure to word it that way.

"I can’t believe I’m playing matchmaker with you, when I have my own relationship problems. I’m seeing Dean on Saturday, and I still haven’t figured out what I want to do..."

Elliot had begun to say something, but stopped mid-sentence when Munch and Fin walked in. Cragen saw them walking in, and climbed out of his chair, and walked out to the middle of the squad room.

"Okay Ladies and Gents, gather ‘round. Show and Tell time." Munch and Fin were still getting their stuff together when Cragen walked out of his office.

Don went over to the dry-erase board and spun it around so writing was visible to the detectives. 15 names were at the top, going across, then under each name, were other names. The 15 were the victims’ names, and the names under them were the plumbers that were at each girls’ house. Certain names were circled, and the detectives realized it was the same 3. Victor Daqit, Matthew Rodgers, and Cody Southerson. One of those three were at every single one of the victims’ houses.

"Could we really be this lucky?" Fin asked, as he sat in his chair.

"No, Fin, if anything, this complicates things." Munch began, "We’ll have a hard time figuring out which one of these 4 did it, and to what extent each was involved in. We weren’t lucky enough to get any DNA. This’ll be interesting..."

"Benson, Stabler, you guys talk with Daqit and Rodgers. Funch, you go talk with Southerson." At the same time, Elliot exchanged looks with Olivia, while Munch and Fin were looking at each other.

Cragen put the dry-erase board where it was, then turned around, to meet both John and Fin standing right next to him. "Uh, yes detectives?"

"What was that about?!" Munch asked.

"What was what about, detective?" Either Cragen was really good at playing dumb, or he honestly hadn’t realized what he had said.

"Funch! That’s what!" Fin exclaimed.

Elliot and Olivia looked at each other, and silently agreed that it’d be best if they got out of there before something happened. Elliot quietly stood up, and grabbed his coat. Olivia was close on his heels. They managed to get out of the precinct without being attacked. Olivia climbed into the car, putting the key in the ignition, when she heard Elliot say something.

"What was that El? I missed it." The car sputtered to life.

"I just asked if you’d ever called them "Funch"?"

"Yeah," She said with a chuckle, "All the time. You?"

Elliot was laughing now, "Yeah, I do. I figured they knew about it, everyone calls them that!"

"Oh, hey, I didn’t get you in trouble last night, did I? I mean, for getting home late? Kathy wasn’t upset?"

"Uh huh. Actually, we talked about it, and we both agree it’s time to end it. We really talked last night, and it was good. We’ll continue to think of how we’ll tell the kids, but they’re not stupid, I think they already know."


"Well good El, I’m glad you guys talked it out, and that it’s ending on good terms."

They continued to talk during the drive over to Daaqit’s house. They got there half and hour later, and scouted the place out.

"Boy, doesn’t look like someone on a plumber’s salary could afford this," Elliot whispered, impressed at the spacious surroundings.

They walked up to the house, having made sure there were no other doors, and knocked. "Mr. Daqit, POLICE! Open up!" Elliot pounded on the door, then stood back.

They had no clue what kind of guy this was, so both Benson and Stabler had their hands on their guns, ready. Olivia put her ear up to the door, and heard someone.
"Someone’s in there." she whispered. All of a sudden, they heard a crash, then footsteps.

The crash was a window breaking, and the footsteps was Daqit running behind them. Benson had seen him out of the corner of her eye, and took off first. Elliot followed, radioing for any uniform in the area to assist, giving their location and status while running after the guy and Olivia.

Olivia whipped out her gun, and yelled at Daqit that she had a gun on him, but he didn’t seem to care, he just took to running in the woods, instead. Finally, both Benson and Stabler caught up to Daqit. Elliot grabbed his collar and pulled him down, Elliot stumbled and fell a few feet away. Olivia put the handcuffs on Daqit, and had him laying on his chest. "Elliot, give me a hand getting him up, would you?"

Olivia was still trying to wrestle with a resisting Daqit, but she heard nothing. "El. C’mon over here, and help me out." After another moment or two, she stopped trying to get Daqit up, and looked behind her.

Elliot was laying face down on the ground, next to a tree. "ELLIOT!" she ran over to him and turned him over, so he was lying face up. She grabbed the radio that was next to him, and radioed central. "ETA, 5 minutes" the radio squawked back.

Olivia had totally forgotten about Daqit. She walked over to him, and kneeled down. "So what were you running for Daqit?" She was yelling in his face, and still peering over her shoulder to see if Elliot was moving. "What?! I couldn’t hear you!" She walked back over to Elliot, making sure he was still alright. Other than his chest moving up and down, he wasn’t moving. She knelt beside him, and put her hand under his head. "Elliot." she whispered. She felt guilty for not realizing he’d fallen earlier.

The paramedics arrived 5 minutes later, along with a patrol car. They loaded up Daqit, and took him back to the precinct while Olivia rode with Elliot. It felt like ages before they arrived at the hospital, Cragen already waiting. Olivia and Don had to wait in the waiting room while the doctors checked on Elliot.

"What happened Olivia?" We went to Daqit’s house, knocked, he ran. We gave chase, and he went in the woods. Me and Elliot caught up to him, and Elliot grabbed him and pulled him down. Daqit fell, while Elliot stumbled a few feet, then fell. I cuffed Daqit, then noticed Elliot hadn’t come over to help me. Went over, found him laying face down next to a tree. I assume he hit his head. You think he’ll be alright Don?" She felt extremely guilty for not noticing before she did, and not being able to do anything to help.

They waited for an hour before a doctor came out. "Captain Cragen?" Don looked over, and motioned for the doctor.

Okay folks! There it is! Chapter 3! I know, it's been a long time comin'! Please let me know how you liked it, you know how i am about feedback. I'll try to get the post in soon (oooooh! What'll happen w/ Elliot?!? Dum Dum DUUMMM! ), but no promises.

Again, please let me know what you've thought!

-BF-

I LOVED IT!!!!

~BF that was soo good.
I loved the whole "i might as well be wearing a shirt that says 'I don’t ship B/P' "
Thats was great.. I was lmao....

Def. Can't wait for Chapter 4 girl and i really need to know what happens to Elliot

LOL Glad you liked that. FUNCH! ROFL. I just had to put some comedy in there...

I'm glad you liked it! Just looking back on it, i kinda messed the last paragraph up super badly. That was kinda poorly written, choppy sentences, and i even missed a set of Quote marks...Sorry bout that all.

Anyway, hope you guys liked it, and Thanks Fan4ever for the great review. Lemmy know what you all think!

-BF-

i LOVED it

Oh My GOD! LOL Okay guys, i have to apoligize to you. See, i was reading chapter 3, and i made a HUGE error. I have Olivia asking Elliot about Kathy twice in there. I apologize. The second one was a mistake! LOL Again, sorry!

And thank you OlIvIa4lIfE, for the comment!

-BF-

I loved it! I see where you are talking about. You mentioned Elliot's split with Kathy twice to Olivia. Grest job with the rest. I loved the Funch thing. Did you see my signature? LOL! I LOVE FUNCH!

I wonder what's going to happen....*dramatic music* dum dum dum!!

I love your fics darling, it's just a pity that...well...you know what I'm talking about...NOT TWO WORD POST!

Anway, I'll rant to myself cause otherwise I'll say something I regret.

Keep it up!! Wonderfulsss!

Laura

Big pity. LOL. LOved the dramatic music you gave for us there though!

Yes, i know i wouldn't want to make the mistake of ranting and saying something i'd regret. But someone has to be a martyer...

Anyway, thanks for the praises! They mean a lot coming from you guys. I have to say though, i'm not sure how long i'll be continuing to post my chapters. I think i've began to succom to the...well....the things we've talked about. With the lack of feedback, i see no reason to further clutter the boards. I'd still pm you guys the chapters, but why fight it?

I dunno...i still haven't decided what i'll do yet. I said before (paraphrasing Dumbledore in the 2nd HP book), if there's still a single reader left, i said i'd still post. I dunno. I'll think on it.

-BF-

Don't stop posting, your story is really great! I love the whole drama, romance and comedy mixture its really good. I hope you don't stop this story because its really good. You have to post the next chappy otherwise I am going to sit here like a stubborn 3 year old child and throw a tantrum LOL. *Pwease*.

Don't stop updating!!! I know I've been slacking on the board lately, but I promise I'll try and keep up better!!! OMG I love the FUNCH thing!!!! I want a t-shirt too!!! LOL

^{_{I NEED MORE ...... you are so good a writing these stoires i wonder who she will pick}}

Okay guys, here it is. I've made my descision. My story, along with so many others that deserve to be read are getting over-looked. You never know when a story is updated anymore, and quite frankly, the board is getting cluttered anyway. Someone mentioned i (along w/ others) should move to fanfic.net, but my computer apparently doesn't like that website. It crashes after every time i get on there. Here's what i've decided to do. I won't just stop all together. First off, i know many of you would go crazy, and quite frankly, i know i would too! LOL. I'll PM you all the update each time it's updated. If you want me to pm you, then just ask (on here or pm) and i will. That simple. I'll make a list or something, and keep updating it. That way you don't have to go digging through pages of fics. But just as a warning, i'm not going to assume anyone. Even if you post you love the story every time i update, you still need to ask.

Also, just as a disclaimer, I probably won't be updating till end of August. Got a CRAZY schedule ahead of me for the rest of summer, and i doubt i'll have enough time to update. So until then people! Again, just post or pm me that you want me to pm you any updates. Thanks you guys, for being so understanding, and for reading my stories! It means so much to me!

-BF-

P.S. Also, please note that just b/c i'll be PM'ing you guys the story, doesn't mean i've stopped liking feedback! LOL. That's what keeps the stories going! You guys. So PLEASE, continue to comment!

FanFic.Net is where I post all of my stories simply because it is a better way to let others know that updates are made. But..the reader has to leave a review then click below the review box to land in their favorites. They have to also have an account in order to recieve e-mail updates. You don't have to post fanficts in order to have an account and its free. But if your computer doesn't like it then I just wasted some tyoing time. LOL!

I would like PM's and you know I will send you a response.

See, that sounds so great! But my computer boycots it! Even now, for a reason unknown to me, my computer crashes everytime i visit the site!

I hope this isn't an inconvience for anybody. I decided to do this, actually, to try to make it easier for everybody....

-BF-

BF i think this is a good idea.. Alot of stories are being overlooked on here...

Yes i would love for you to PM me the story and of course i'll send you feedback

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Can you please! PM me the update when ever you do update this story? Please!

Sure can. I'll add you to the list. Thanks!

-BF-

M'kay boys and girls, just wanted to let you know that i'm just about done w/ chapter 4. It should be out by tomorrow sometime (like tuesday afternoon) or maybe wednesday. But, just as a reminder, it will not be posted here. Those of you who've pm'd me, or posted here requesting to be pm'd the update will get one, but if you haven't said anything, you won't get one. Just thought i'd let everybody know, as a little curtisey check.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy, and i look forward to your review-filled pm's!

-BF-

Okay guys, i've just pm'd everybody my update. Please pm me if you haven't gotten the PM. It's very possible that i overlooked your name *seeing as though i've just gotten soooo many requests LOL I kid* So please, just let me know, and i'll pm it right back to ya!

-BF-

I don't know if i asked already but yeah could you PM it to me please, thanks.

me 2!!!
=D
please..

Crap, sorry guys. Yeah, I'll get it to you when I have a minute...hopefully soon!

-BF-

hurry up with an update already!!

LOL NAG NAG NAG! Hopefully Sunday I'll be working on one....operative word being hopefully...

-BF-

could you pm it to me too when u update please?

uhmm....did you get the latest chapter, "Reading" ? I think it was chapter 4? If not, I'd be more than happy to send it to you.

-BF-

no I didn't get chapter 4 thanks for sending to me. I loved it.

AH! Okay, I lost my list of people! If you DID NOT get the chapter 5 update, please pm me! I'm so sorry, I don't hate you, LOL, I just lost my list. Thanks!

-BF-

ummm..ya...
add me to ur list or watever!!
luv ur freakin story!!
thanks
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I am new in here. I love SVU.