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our atoms collide
chapter 3: denouement [part one]

It’s year eight of their partnership when they meet Victor Gitano. They’d been told by Dr. Greenfield in Pennsylvania that Victor was a sociopath, sadist, and pathological liar. He wasn’t exactly booksmart, nor was he overly intelligent, but he was observant and by being observant, he could identify weaknesses in people. Weaknesses that he would zone in on and exploit to his advantage. That he’d learned how to imitate normal human behavior.

Elliot and Olivia should have known, with that information, that they were beyond screwed when it came down to it.

Elliot’s eyes widened as he watched Victor slash Olivia’s throat, and her hands immediately clasped, blood seeping between her fingertips. By the time he made it up the steps, Ryan had been killed, throat slashed, and he’d gotten away with Rebecca.

Things could’ve ended so much more differently for Olivia if he’d have just moved a couple more centimeters, according to the medic, Olivia could’ve been put in a pine box. That scared the shit out of Elliot. The thought of life without Olivia. Doing the job without her by his side.

He shuddered at the thought.

As the case progressed, they were at one another’s throats. He accused her of being reckless, of him needing to make sure that she was okay. That she could do her job without him coming to the rescue.

He spoke with Huang. Telling him that she makes him care – had been more revealing than he was ready for. Huang had told him it’s what made him a good partner. Elliot wasn’t so sure about that, anymore. It also made him an asshole.

When they arrived in New Jersey, at J&R Industrial Site – that’s when things went south.

“You better make sure you take me out with one shot. One perfect, perfect shot. Of course, my reflexes are pretty tight. I could pull the trigger before the bullet even hits me. Or maybe you miss me all together. Either way there’s an 80% chance I’m gonna take this guy’s head clean off. But, you try it, definitely. You’ll probably turn out great.” Gitano mocked. Pompous asshole.

“You can kill us both, Victor.” Elliot couldn’t believe what he was hearing, seriously, Olivia?

I’d rather die with him than live without him.

Her eyes screamed at Elliot, and he couldn’t believe his partner. What the hell was this case doing to them? Don’t do it, Olivia, don’t run from this.

“How’s your neck?” Victor asks, and if Elliot wasn’t afraid to wind up dead, he’d turn around and kick this piece of shit in the balls. “God, you two are a couple of screw-ups…maybe you’re just incompetent.”

The shot rang through the air and Olivia stood, staring at her partner, tear-stained cheeks – eyes wide as SWAT moved in.

They managed to get Rebecca – thankfully. At the end of the day, while sitting in the hospital hallway, outside of Rebecca’s room, Elliot turned to Olivia, told her he knows she would’ve taken the shot.

“What about your kids? What about me?” She asks, staring at him. He’s not listening to her.

“Look, we both chose each other over the job. I’ll never let that happen again. Otherwise, we can’t be partners.”

Later, when they arrive back at the Precinct, she knocks on the Captain’s door, requesting a new partner.

She’s running. Running from wrecking their partnership.

That night, she sits on her couch with a beer in her hands, staring at the black screen of her television, silent tears running down her cheeks. Their partnership was already wrecked. She’d always choose him over their job. He just didn’t know that.


After leaving the hospital, she went straight home. She’d do the paperwork in the morning. It wasn’t necessary, and it would still be waiting. She could better fill it out once she cleared her mind. She was thankful that she’d not made any rash decisions. That she’d taken the time to take a step back. Elliot’s words repeated in her head and the more she thought about what he’d said, the more she got stuck on part of it.

You and this job.

Was he separating the two of them? Her. The job. But, she was his partner. Wasn’t that the same thing as being part of the job?

She was so damn confused, especially once she realized that Victor had played on their insecurities twice. He’d slashed her throat, because he knew Elliot would be distracted. He’d taken Elliot at gunpoint, because he’d realized that Olivia would be distracted.

It worked. She thought bitterly.

It was just then that a knock came from her door and she moved her arm from above her head, throwing her legs over the side of the couch and standing, walking to it. Placing her face against the peephole, she looks through. Great.

Standing there, with his head bowed down, was Elliot. With a heavy sigh, she opens the door, her brows furrowed as she looks at her partner. “Elliot, what are you doing here?”

“I – Liv, I wanted to tell you that I requested a transfer.”

“What? Why? Elliot, what did you do?”

“Hear me out, can I come in?”

She’s confused, why the fuck would he request a transfer? She thought they’d be okay, it’s the only reason she hadn’t requested a transfer or a new partner. She was content with her partner, she was happy with their dynamic. He just yanked the rug out from under her, she opens the door the rest of the way and he storms into the living room, shrugging off his jacket as he turns to look at her, she’s leaning against the wall between the living room and kitchen, arms crossed. She feels like she’s going to be sick.

“Elliot, what the hell do you mean you requested a transfer?”

“Liv, - I realized – yesterday, when Gitano cut you – that I couldn’t imagine…fuck.” He’s pacing back and forth and she’s nervous, she feels her stomach churning. What is he doing? “I heard what the medic said, and I couldn’t imagine my life, my days without you in it. Somehow.”

“So you request a transfer? How the hell does that make sense, Elliot?” She throws her arms in the air as he rushes over to where she’s standing. Personal space has never existed between the two of them, but with his closeness of where he is now, it’s frightening to her. What is he doing?

“I requested a transfer because I don’t want to be your partner anymore, Liv.”


“I want – Liv, I can’t…”

“What are you saying, Elliot, calm down.”

Her eyes are searching his for a hint, something. ANYTHING. But she can’t decipher his expression or the look in his eyes for the first time, and her eyes widen when she finds it. Before she can say anything, she’s being pressed against the wall and his hands are in her short hair, his lips are crashing into hers and his other arm snakes around her back, pulling her closer.

“I don’t want to be your partner because I want to be more. Olivia, I can’t do this without you.” She’s staring at him, shocked. Yearning for more. “I signed the paperwork and dropped it off at the house, before I came here – I’m going to do this right. I told Don that I couldn’t…wouldn’t be able to work at SVU anymore because I was going to take a chance, take a shot, and he’s supportive of the whole thing – Liv…I want this. I want us.”

“Oh. O-Okay.”

In parallel universes, sometimes the end of something is the beginning of something more beautiful. Something lasting. Something special.