An: Hello all! I had the idea for this story shortly after I started watching the show, which isn't really that long ago compared to some of you out there. This is kind of a Liv and Elliot reunion story, but different. First off, Elliot and Kathy were married, but they never had children. Cragen is still the captain. Also, Olivia just wants a sense of closure, but Elliot wants to fix their relationship. This will only be 5 or 6 chapters long. Please let me know if you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Law and Order SVU
Exhausted didn't even begin to explain Detective Olivia Benson's level of tired. A three day case was difficult to handle when she was a rookie, but it was even harder now that she was on her 15th year. Nobody found aging to be enjoyable, but cops hated it the most. Not a single perp had thought about the inconvenience of their timing or the fact that police officers like to sleep. This guy in particular chose to rape a sixteen year old and then take her for a ride to his house. For three days. Against her will. Once Olivia and Fin found her, they rode with her to the hospital to take her statement. There was nothing else that they could do for the night, so Cragen sent them home. The clock on her microwave read 1:43 am. She unclipped her badge and put it in the drawer of her end table along with her gun. Nothing sounded better than sitting on the couch with a nice glass of wine and then heading to bed.
She had just settled down on the couch when her phone rang. How the hell could they possibly need her again?
"What?" she spat into the phone. She didn't care who was calling her. It could have been God himself on the other end and she would still be pissed that he dare disturb her peace.
"Olivia?" A familiar voice questioned.
Her heart rate increased immediately. It had been so long since she had last heard that voice.
"El?" she croaked. No, it couldn't be. She called him everyday for six months after he left and he never answered. Why the hell would he call her now?
"Look, this is an emergency. I need you to come over. I know that we need to talk but I promise we can do that later. Please Liv?"
Olivia wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and then hang up on him. Changing her number would just be the cherry on top. If any other man had done what he did to her, she wouldn't even consider going over there. But this is Elliot… How could she leave him hanging like that? He said it was an emergency. Elliot admitted that he needed help. so it had to be important. That, and she could finally get the closure she needed. She could end that chapter of her life and finally rid herself of Elliot.
"Okay".
Much to her surprise he rattled off his new address. When did he move? She repeated the address over and over in her head while she grabbed her badge and gun. She was about to open her door to leave when she realized a few things. Number one, he lives in an apartment building. Number two, it was the apartment building that was only a few short blocks away from hers. New York City housed millions of people. Was she supposed to believe that he just happened to live down the street from her? No way in hell. Something was going on here.
She had to keep herself from running down the steps in her building and down the road. Part of her was pissed at him for abandoning her for two fucking years and then expecting her to come running over at his beck and call. How dare he. She wanted to slap him right in the face or kick him in the nuts, the decision would be spur of the moment. At the same time, she wanted to hug him and beg him to come back into her life. They could go back to their late night conversations and movie nights with Chinese food. He could be her best friend again.
No. She would never beg to have a man in her life. If he wanted to leave her life, he is more than welcomed to stay out. She was going over to help with whatever emergency he had, and then she was leaving. For good. She buzzed his apartment and jogged up the steps. She was still pretty tired.
She heard crying once she made it to his floor. There was a screaming baby. How the hell could Elliot live with this? She loved children, but she also loved sleep. The closer she got to his apartment, the louder the crying seemed to be.
His door opened as soon as she got to it. There Elliot was, holding a sobbing baby in his arms. She felt like she should say something. He looked older. He looked exhausted. He looked lost.
"Come in" he said after an awkward silence. He stepped to the side and watched as she brushed past him.
"What's the emergency?" she asked before he even shut the door.
He sighed and pointed at the baby on his hip. Olivia felt anger bubbling in her chest.
"You called me for the first time in two years because you can't get a baby to stop crying?" She was steaming. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her fists were clenched at her sides. Nothing would have been more satisfying than delivering him a knuckle sandwich.
Elliot rolled his eyes at her. "No, I called you because someone left her in front of my door...and because she won't stop crying!"
His explanation calmed her the slightest bit. She was too focused on the fussing girl. She carefully took her out of Elliot's arms and smiled when the little girl grabbed on to her shirt. Her cheeks were red and covered in tears. She quickly felt her forehead to rule out a fever. Her temperature was normal.
"Alright little lady, what's wrong huh?" she sweetly whispered as she made herself comfy on the couch. She knew that Elliot was watching the whole scene, but she didn't care.
It took twenty minutes of singing and rocking, but Olivia managed to get the baby to sleep.
"Here, take her so I can go" Olivia ordered, gently handing the baby to Elliot. He looked surprised.
"You're just going to leave? You aren't going to do anything about this? You don't want to hear what I have to say?"
She rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the couch.
"Don't you dare act like I owe you anything, Stabler. You want police help? Pick up the phone and call the station. You want me to listen to what you have to say? Should have started talking years ago. Good bye, Elliot. I just hope life doesn't fuck you over the way you fucked me". With that she stormed out of the apartment wishing she could slam the door. As mad as she was, that baby girl needed her rest.
That was it. She was done with Elliot fucking Stabler.
