"As she sits in quiet solitude in the courthouse stairwell, she's reminded of her demons. She's a loner. She's a fighter. She's a survivor. She's a warrior. She's independent. She's a liar. " ::Post Psycho Therapist::

This is an SVU/OZ crossover one-shot.  Olivia mistakes Keller for Stabler... Whoopsie.

This is very much, MA, AU, PWP.  Please consult the story notes before you start reading for some important caveats.

A case from the past comes back to haunt the squad--one that brings everyone back together again.

Alcohol. Sleeping pills. Cigarette burns. Wire coat hanger. Olivia's mouth felt dry. There was no need to say the name out loud. They were all thinking it. Lewis. Her voice broke. "That's impossible. He's dead."  

He was pronounced dead. And then he came back to life.

The words replayed themselves in her mind, and Olivia felt the panic start to grip her. The tears, desperate to escape, burned behind her eyelids. Her breath began to quicken again. "There has to be some other explanation." Her words were raspy when spoken. She could feel herself fighting...fighting for a clarity that had disappeared the moment that she had received that fateful call that Vanessa Mayer's body had been found.

The way I see Elliot and Olivia finding a way to be together today.  For me, it's who they are now and how they manage their past.

This story is rated M or MA for sexual content and adult subject matter.

Outtakes from "Berceuse"

The lights, however, remain on; a tell tale sign that while Costco is close to shutting down for the night, it has yet to do so. She's about to say something when the room goes dark.  Lights flicker off. 

Pages from Olivia's diary.

This story is about love and deception.

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After losing Noah, Olivia wants to leave New York. She finds herself halfway across the world in London but who can she trust?

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What happens when a hidden past becomes hopelessly intertwined with the present? Our favorite detective may finally crack...

"Yes, I killed him." Olivia's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm sorry." She stood up slowly and took a step closer toward the desk. Moving carefully so as not to startle him, she set her badge and her gun on the edge of his desk and turned her back away from him before he could see the tears swimming in her eyes. "Go ahead, Captain," she whispered quietly.

Cragen took her arm gently and slipped the handcuffs over her wrist. As he spoke, his voice was completely void of emotion. "Olivia Benson, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you..."

5 Things Olivia and Elliot would never do on screen (sex), but would in fic. 

Tonight, let's not speak of our greatest desires, but let our greatest desires speak for us.