Hello, everyone! Well, after much deliberation, I present to you Introspections Of A Partner, my 150th story! It's a drabble of sorts from Olivia's point of view about the ups and downs of the past nine years with one Elliot Stabler. So enjoy, and remember to review!

Disclaimer: 150 stories.. Need I say more?

Dedications: Well, I'd like to thank each and every one of you personally, but I'm afraid I'd have no room! LOL. So thank you, everyone who has reviewed, added me to their favorites, and have inspired me! Ya'll all mean so much! Thanks for everything through 150 stories, and here's to hitting 200!

What is it about Elliot Stabler? What is it about the man that makes me want to strangle him one moment, then hold him the next? What is it about him?

The day we met, I was an over eager rookie, and all I knew was that I was being paired up with a "seasoned veteran." Those words immediately formed a picture in my mind of a fifty year old, know it all, slightly overweight man with a penchant for cigars and hogging the radio in the car.

Then Cragen had introduced me to Elliot Stabler, and as I shook his hand for the first time, I could have sworn I was standing in the presence of a god. Though I had long since stopped believing in white knights and being whisked off into the sunsets, I knew that my life just might have a happily ever after to it after all.

Within a week, we had developed a routine that would soon become the envy of every detective in the squad. We were Benson and Stabler, and where one was found, the other couldn't be too far behind.

I quickly learned that, while he was far from my image of what he would be, he did have a penchant for laughing, stealing the olives from my salad, and always having chocolate when I was having a rough day. I also know that he hates peas, ("Squishy, smelly things," as he puts them) and has a mild crush on Cameron Diaz.

And I wasn't the only one who learned things. He learned that, despite my macho act, I love the rain. He also knows when to give me chocolate and when to back off during that one week of the month when I'm especially moody, and that I'm allergic to lima beans.

Now, no one ever questions where the other is if one is present. They all seem to know that if I walk through the door, Elliot can't be too far behind, and vica versa. Which is odd, considering that there was, at one time, a pot going around to see which one of us would crack and throw the other off of the building first.

But all of that seems to have disappeared completely, except for in the mind of John Munch, who seems absolutely certain that one of us will either wind up killing or kissing the other. Fin actually asked me about that particular theory once, and I simply answered by winking and saying, "A lady never kisses and tells." That kept both him and his partner quiet for all of ten minutes.

Sure, I've thought about it. I've thought about kissing him, and I've wondered what it would be like to be with him, beyond just partners. And maybe one day I'll act on it.

Now here we are, some nine years later, seven longer than the "normal" partnership life expectancy of two years.

Hey, but then again, when have we ever been normal?

The End

A/N: Okay, there ya'll have it! 150 down, who knows how many more to go! And now that I'm starting to write more drabbles and oneshots, if anyone has any requests, ya'll know what ya'll have to do! Just click on that little purple button...