Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did own them, Milktoast would have already been poured down the drain in season 8, Elliot and Olivia would be having quickies in the sedan in every episode, and Gerard Butler would be a sexy cop that frequently works with them.

They are in a warehouse when it happens. She has a gun to her head and he is aiming his at the perp.

It reminds him of Gitano.

He thinks about things. She thinks about things.

She loved him so much that it was painful.
He loves her so much that it is painful.

He decides he wants a divorce.
She decides she wants to leave.

Before anything can happen, Fin sneaks up behind their perp and hits him on the head. The perp goes down and Fin cuffs him.

She won't look him in the eye.

It reminds him of Gitano.

He wants to hold her. He wants to whisper things to her, to tell her she's okay.

But she won't look at him.


He sits at the kitchen table. When Kathy comes downstairs, he says he wants a divorce. She doesn't fight him.


She is in the gym, pounding on the bag, when he walks in. He closes the door and takes a deep breath. She notices, but doesn't say a word. He breaks the silence.

"Hey," he watches her.

"What are you doing here?" she asks without looking at him.

He shrugs. "Didn't have anywhere else to be."

She nods. "Go home. It's almost 2 am."

She continues punching the bag.

One, two, three, four…

"I can't."

"Why not?" One, two, three, four…

"Are you transferring?" She freezes. She doesn't answer.

"I saw the papers in your desk, " he offers.

She shakes her head. "I haven't handed them in yet." Her voice drops at the last word.

"I'm getting divorced."

She turns to face him. "I'm sorry," she smiles sadly. "You should talk to her."

And he wants to laugh. She is always trying to fix his dead marriage.

"I asked her for it."

She nods. "Oh." She checks her watch. "I have to go. Call me if you want to talk."


Six weeks later he has a new apartment and a final divorce decree.

He calls her.

She answers on the fourth ring. "Benson."

"Hey," he smiles at the sound of her voice.

"We catch a case?"

"No."

Silence.

"Are you busy?"

"Yes."

He sighs. "Do you want to have dinner tomorrow night?"

"It's not polite to ask someone to dinner while they are on a date."

He closes his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't —"

"Yeah," she chuckles. "I'll see you tomorrow night." She hangs up.


They decide to eat take-out.

She knocks on the door and he lets her in, and God, she is beautiful.

They eat Chinese and they sit on his couch.

He tries to kiss her. She turns away.

"Liv."

"Elliot."

"I love you," he admits.

"I don't," she lies.


Five days later, he confronts her.

He traps her between his body and the lockers.

He hovers over her. She kisses him.

His hands go to her waist and she grabs the lapels of his jacket.

"I love you," he breathes.

"I love you, too," she doesn't lie.

finis.