AN: So this is a new story in mind, wanted to test it out. If I'm not editing, I'm typing fanfiction (as you can see, I edit like it's going out of style) Hope you enjoy, if you don't I'll stop writing. Okay.
He pulls up to the same spot he always stays when he watches her. He chuckled to himself, "She's so stupid." It's the 5th night in a row he's watched her. He scoffed, "and she's supposed to be the detective." He pulls the binoculars up to his eyes and begins.
These cases always got to her, you know, the one with children. She sits in her chair, head in hands and she cries. She's been doing this for 12 years, she should be used to the world she lives in, or as her partner would call it "world of gray". She should be used to it. She should be used to it all.
But that's just the thing, she isn't.
He's attentive to how the case eats her alive and now he fears for her. He just wants to hold her and let her cry on his shoulder.
But he can't and he doesn't know why.
So he gives what he can. He places a hand on her shoulder, a reassuring gesture and hopes that she'll stop beating herself up. He feels her shoulder shake, and hears the whimper that escapes her lips.
He nibbles on his bottom lip, contemplating his next move.
"Olivia, there was noth-"
But she doesn't let him continue.
"Elliot, please," she pleads "not now, don't try and tell me there was nothing I could do, don't fucking tell me that none of this is my fault." She rises from her chair, grabs her fleece and makes her way to the bathroom. She hears him wish her goodnight but she doesn't respond because 'good' is the last thing her night will be.
He watches through his binoculars as she leaves the precinct.
She looks vulnerable
She looks weak
She looks like, an easy target.
He has everything from A to Z planned out. He chortles. "I can't get enough of my precious Olivia." A wicked grin spreads across his face. He studies each move she makes and he can't help but notice the way her slacks hug each curve. He notices how her long brown auburn locks flow with the wind and he's immediately aroused. He feels his erection throbbing inside his pants and lets out a groan of frustration.
He wants her; but he can't have her.
At least not yet.
He watches her enter her apartment and waits for the right moment to claim his possession.
He slams the papers on the glass table, nearly shattering it. He's fuming.
"Kathy, sign the fucking divorce papers, we're done! I'm done! I'm tired of your shit, you tell me to leave, and then you beg me to stay! You can't make up your mind? Fine then! I will, so sign the god damn divorce papers!"
She looks at him, her eyes revealing sadness, anger, hurt but she knows she deserves everything he's throwing at her. She stares at the papers, and then looks back up at him, searching for any sign of regret in his eyes, but she finds nothing of that.
"Elliot" she chokes out, "Please, you can't do this!"
He scoffs
"Damn right I can't."
He realizes that he left case files at the precinct and uses that as an example to get the hell out of that house.
She's curled up in her couch crying; He's watching her and she's completely oblivious to it.
Elliot walks into the precinct, searching for his files but he notices something else first. Olivia's pen.
He smiles.
It's ridiculous to go return a pen to somebody at 2am but it's an excuse to see Olivia, because truth be told he's concerned, and he doesn't want to go back home, so everyone's a winner?
He knocks on her door, hoping that she won't shut him out.
Surprisingly she opened the door for him but he's shocked at what he sees.
Her eyes are red, a clear sign she's shed many tears.
Her cheeks are pink.
Her nose is running,
But she's still the most gorgeous thing he's ever loved.
"You, uh, you left your pen at work." He releases a hearty chuckle.
"Elliot Stabler, a pen?" she replies taking her pen.
"Yup." Was all he said
She takes a deep breath.
"You and Kathy?" she questions.
No response.
"Alright. Come on in."
He's still awake, waiting for the right moment, but with Stabler in there, it could take hours.
But he won't give up.
His phone vibrates, interrupting their conversation.
"Stabler" he barked into the phone. "Well, you can't? Fine, I'll be there soon"
He shuts his phone and glances at Olivia.
"I have to go," he says, softly "See you at work?"
"Maybe." Was her only answer.
He gets up and he leaves, leaving her feeling empty.
It's finally his chance.
Stabler is gone.
No more interruptions.
He can finally claim his possession.
It's been so long.
But he could never forget her.
He makes his way up to her apartment door and slowly, he picks the lock.
He's in.
And there is no looking back now.
AN: So…. I'll try to update as quickly as I can! Leave me a review .
ps. I WILL UPDATE ALL MY STORIES PROMISE! SCHOOL IS JUST TAKING OVER! BUT I'LL UPDATE!