A/N: Me again, with my overactive imagination. This is just the prologue, so it's rather short, but I hope you'll all want to read more. It's going to be an interesting story.

DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns SVU and its characters. TStabler© owns the narrative, dialogue and plot of this story

Olivia sat on the wooden bench, next to Casey, as Trevor cross-examined Elliot. Her eyes focused on him and her mind wandered to the way his hands felt on her hot skin, the way his lips felt pressed against hers, the way three little words, so long unspoken, had made her rethink her past, present and future. She thought back to how he made her promise that it wouldn't break them, that it wouldn't destroy them. She promised him it wouldn't. It didn't. But, their first night together had destroyed something else, and now she was sitting in a courtroom thinking about how their lives were about to fall apart.

"You're constantly getting in trouble for being too violent, are you not? You're nothing but a hot-headed, arrogant cop, Detective Stabler," Trevor spat.

Olivia heard Trevor berating Elliot, snapping her back to reality, and she grew nauseous. She was trying to listen to her partner's witty retort, but her eyes drifted from his sapphire blue orbs, to Trevor's scowling face, down to the sparkling diamond on her finger, then back up to Elliot's sanctuary eyes. The nausea intensified. She heard a few more words escape Elliot's lips, then she got up and bolted from the courtroom.

Casey, shocked and worried, followed her.

"Benson," she called down the hall after Olivia. "Hey, Benson!" She ran to catch up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "What happened? Are you okay? It's not like you to leave in the middle of..."

Olivia was heaving. Almost hyperventilating. "I can't be in the same room with him, Casey. Not when he's being...I just can't."

Casey furrowed her brow. "I know Trevor's a sleazebag in the courtroom but, Olivia, he's a really nice guy, right? That's why you're marrying him. Alex is about to start her..."

"Casey, I slept with him!" Olivia yelled, her left hand over her chest. She didn't hear anything of what Casey had just said. She was having a panic attack.

Casey chuckled. "Finally! I'd sleep with him, too, if he gave me a rock that size. Look, we have to go back in there, and you have to get over the fact that he's being an ass to Elliot. He's just doing his job. You'll have to deal with this for the rest of your life. Come on before Elliot..."

Olivia shook her head. "Elliot," she said, closing her eyes. "Oh, God, Elliot," she whispered.

Casey nodded. "Yeah, Benson. You're partner. He needs your support in there he..."

"No, you don't get it, Casey!" Olivia looked up at her friend, shook her head and sighed. "I slept with Elliot!"

A/N: Oh, are you confused? You want me to clear things up for ya? Review! This one's gonna be good, I have BIG plans.