Title: Murphy's Law
Author: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: T for language, and sex
Disclaimer: We don't own Law And Order. (Obviously) If we did, there would be no Dani in the picture.
Summary: We haven't done any L&O for awhile, but during a season 7 rerun, this just popped into our heads. It was going to be a one shot, but we said, hey let's go all out. It's basically Elliot and Olivia falling into a relationship, screwing it up, screwing each other, and sometimes getting screwed.
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Murphy's law states that things will go wrong in any given situation, if you give them a chance.
She was sitting next to him on the bench in the court room, legs crossed. Her black trench coat was still on, and her hair was longer, and considerably lighter than he could remember it ever being before. She had two pearly white teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
Even though Casey was making her closing argument, Elliot couldn't hear her. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, from that lip. All he could think about was how stunning she was. And then, there was that lip.
Olivia was chocolate and gorgeous and racing, and it seemed to him like she moved so fast, he'd never catch her. Kathy was honey and angry and divorce papers and sometimes it was just too cliché to happen to him. Only his divorce was happening, and Kathy couldn't be honey anymore, because Olivia was that now too.
There was honey in her eyes, he decided. Flecks of gold in the mass of brown.
Olivia was worried. Not about the case, or the outcome or the fact that half the jury was looking skeptically at Casey as she closed. She was worried because she was sneaking sidelong glances at her partner.
He was sitting next to her, arms crossed, eyes blazing. He was Elliot. He was her constant in the world, and she wanted him so much it scared her. They were partners.
He was divorced. And she had no idea what that combination meant for them. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Maybe she was bored. They hadn't had any big cases in a long time. She hadn't been in a heady, sex filled, whirlwind relationship in a long time. She could chalk it up to boredom.
She always was a bad liar. And lying to yourself was the worst. She tried valiantly, though. She tried her hardest to lie to herself, but it was impossible when he had those eyes. Her cell phone started vibrating in her pocket, breaking her reverie. She got up to leave the courtroom to answer it, accidentally resting her hand on Elliot's thigh in the process.
Their eyes locked and with a shocking jolt she realized he was looking at her in that way. The way she always looked at him. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she just squeezed past him and ducked out of the courtroom.
They were teetering on the edge of control, passion and a partnership. She closed her eyes before picking up the phone, willing them both to keep it together before they spiraled over the edge.
"Benson."
"Olivia, it's me." Rang Don Cragen's voice. "We've got trouble. Big trouble."