A/N: When the cover's blown, there's only one thing left to do.

DISCLAIMER: SVU and related characters/ideas belong to Dick Wolf. Original plot and dialogue belong to TStabler©

"Director?"

Olivia looked up from behind her desk, not used to having someone call her that. She nodded.

"Palanski and Digger, they want you to look through the files on the Tedesco case. They think they have enough evidence to fly out and…"

"I'll get to it," she said, her gaze set on the wall behind her. "Thanks, Frank."

The man nodded. "Yes, Director."

"Could you…just…never mind," she said, shaking her head and deciding against asking him to call her Benson. That wasn't her name, anyway. She heard the door click, and she sighed. She looked up at the framed diploma, and the three certificates next to it, and she folded her arms.

Lies, she thought. How many lies did she have to tell? How many secrets did she have to keep to earn those pieces of paper? To earn the right to sit behind the desk in this office? She ran a hand down her face and she heard the door behind her open. "Knock first," she hissed, not turning around.

"I didn't think I had to." The man closed the door and said, "Just because I stepped down, it means I have to resort to knocking?"

It was Elliot's voice. She turned, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

"Giving you these," he said, dropping a stack of files on her desk. "And letting you know that everything at SVU is back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be. Alex is thrilled that part of her probation is working with the unit. She's in love with her new case, and she said it's airtight as long as we still have Franco's testimony."

Olivia nodded. "Then it's airtight," she said. "That man would roll over on his own mother if it meant he'd serve less time."

Elliot chuckled. "What are you doing in here? I thought you hated this office."

"I do," she said. "I hate it, and everything it stands for, but it's quiet, and I…I needed to be alone."

"You want me to go?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"Alone, in my case, usually means alone with you," she said, sounding somehow bitter about it.

He sighed. "Look, I know you're still upset about last…"

"This isn't about last night," she said, shaking her head. "This is about the last seven years of my life, Elliot. My own mother thought I was a waitress working my way through the police academy. People know things now that they…"

Elliot interrupted her. "The only one who knows, that shouldn't, is Munch."

Olivia turned. "And Alex, and Cassidy, and…"

"Cassidy and the other pricks from that bust are all in jail," he said, cutting in. "No one would believe them. Munch signed a confidentially agreement, like I did, Liv. He's so thrilled knowing that one of his conspiracies was proven true that he couldn't care less if you were the fucking President of the United States."

She shook her head. "That's not the point," she said. "When I first started here, I traveled all over the world, gathering evidence that could protect the entire country from some kind of attack. And then I get this case, spent six years with you…going after your wife, whom you really knew nothing about. I was ruining lives instead of saving them. Do you…"

"You saved my daughter's life," he said, stepping toward her. "You saved mine, too. Who knows what she would have done if you didn't tell me, if you didn't get her? You lied, yeah, and you kept secrets from everyone, so…"

"So how can I be mad at someone else for doing it?" she asked, turning to face him.

He looked at her and his heart broke. "Cragen's different," he said. "He's just like Kline, and Kathy, and Fin. They're the bad guys."

"The bad guys that I trusted," she said, closing her eyes. "Everything's so screwed up, El, and I…"

"You are fixing it." He cupped the right side of her face, she felt the cold metal of his ring against her cheek. "You are making it all right. You are doing your job, and you are going to get through this, honey."

She chuckled and said, "I still can't understand how you could be so damn understanding about all of this. I'm still trying to figure out why you didn't hate me the moment you found out that…"

"Nothing you could have said or done would have made me hate you," he assured her. "That's how in love with you I am. How in love with you I've been for years. As long as you were there, and fighting with me, I knew I'd get through it all. That's what I want to give to you. The strength and knowledge that you can make it through anything, with me."

She took a breath, let it out slowly, and looked into his eyes. "That's why I'm leaving," she said.

His heart stopped. "What?" he asked, scared. "You're…you're leaving? Leaving me?"

She grabbed his hand, still resting on the side of her face, and shook her head as she pulled his hand down. She gripped it as she said, "No. The agency. I solved the only case that really mattered to me, and while doing it I feel in love. With you, with your kids, with my job…" she bit her lip and paused, and then she said, "I've done what I can, here. I can't be the director of the CIA and work for the unit. I needed to choose, and I've made my choice."

"So…you're giving up this swanky office and million-dollar-a-year federal job to chase perps and hold victims' hands?"

She nodded, a smile crossing over her face. "I am." She sighed again and said, "I have this amazingly hot partner who's great in bed, too."

He raised an eyebrow. "How can I argue with that?" he asked with a laugh. "Speaking of partners…"

"We are still partners," she said, looking at him. "I've taken steps to make sure of that."

"I know that," he said with a nod, "I was talking about Munch. He needs one. Again. We, uh, we have a new captain, by the way."

She looked up at him and smirked. "I know, who do you think hired him?"

His brow furrowed. "I thought…didn't you just say…"

"I said I couldn't be the director," she interrupted. "I do still have some pull with people, though. They're all still plenty scared to fight with me."

He laughed. "So you're the reason that I'm the...what was it?"

She smiled as she wrapped her arms around him. "The federal liaison between the unit and any and all government agencies that dare to interfere with our cases."

Elliot scoffed and said, "And Dean being the new captain is…"

"Going to be fine," she finished. "He can do the job, he has a lot of contacts and resources we can take advantage of, and…if he happens to catch us going at it in a closet or two, it's a bonus."

He kissed her with a chuckle and said, "So…Munch's new partner…I was thinking…maybe Andy would want to do it."

"Andy?" Olivia questioned. She watched Elliot nod, but she said, "He's taking over for me here. We'll find someone, El. We always do."

He nodded, then looked into her eyes. "You don't wanna leave, do you?"

She shrugged. "I can't do both. You and the unit are more important to me than this job."

"I'll stay if you stay," he said. "I know you haven't processed my resignation yet. I think if we talk to Dean, we can work this out. Take some calls through the unit, have a line hooked up to your office here, we can handle the paperwork for…"

"You're really trying to convince me," she said, laughing.

He smirked. "You don't need convincing," he said. "You just needed to know I wouldn't be mad at you for wanting to stay."

She laughed and said, "You know me too well, Elliot Stabler."

"I do, Olivia Stabler. You've been my best friend for years, my girlfriend for almost as long, and my wife for the last five months," he said. "I know you, in and out and upside down."

She smiled at him, and she kissed him. "You're amazing," she whispered.

"Yes, I am," he said. "I also know that, as the director, you'll just supervise. You won't need to be out in the field or on cases by yourself, so we get to…"

He was silenced by her lips on his, and he moaned softly as he wrapped her in his arms. He was relieved, a bit, because part of him enjoyed the secrecy and adventure of being in the CIA, and he didn't truly want to let it go.

She walked, pushing him down into the leather couch in the office, and she laughed as he pulled her down with him. "I love you," she said, chuckling.

"I love you, too, Liv," he laughed, kissing her. "Ya know, now that you and I aren't going anywhere, Andy can work for the unit." When he saw her smile, a real, full, bright smile, he knew they'd be all right. They would make things work, like they always have, and always would.

He knew, too, that being in a covert position meant they would always have their secrets from the rest of the world, and they were already keeping a pretty big one. "We should pick out names," he mumbled, thinking out loud as he kissed her.

She pulled her head back and tilted it, and she smirked. "It can wait," she said, dropping her head to kiss him once more.

The man who had just opened the door closed it just as fast. "Well," he said, "Uh, the Director's busy. Can you come back later?"

Dean Porter rolled his eyes and walked toward the door. "I'll call," he said, walking faster, heading for his first day at SVU. It seemed to be a new beginning for everyone; their secrets didn't matter.

A/N: Ah, endings. Dontcha love 'em?