Title: Sucker

Rating: PG

Author: southinkimspooky

Spoilers: none

Disclaimer: not mine.

Song: Sucker, John Mayer

A/N: This is my first song fic; I have never done one before, so it is just a stab. Category: Angst, perhaps.

Summary: Olivia's thoughts of her and Elliot and the "I wish there was" it is more on the lines of a drabble.

I wonder if you would ever think of me like I think of you. The endless nights I sit and stare at my ceiling and just dream of you. Do you dream of me?

I know you do...

Deep down inside I know you don't, but still it is nice to dream.

Why would you think of me? You have a wife, kids, a house...I have my apartment, my bed, and myself.

I just wish that sometimes you would think of me like I think of you.

Sometimes I wish that I was the weather
You'd bring me up in conversation forever
And when it rains I'd be the talk of the day

At the end of the day, when you go home to your wife, maybe pray, what do you do? Kiss your wife hello, and tuck your kids in bed? Then do you walk downstairs and grab a nice cold beer to calm your nerves? Then walk back upstairs to sleep with your wife? Maybe one day I could be the one you kiss hello and tuck in to bed.

Oh sometimes, I wish that I was a cold beer
I'd rest assure that you would hold me near
I'd be guaranteed to be just what you need

I don't even know why I sit and think of you. You're just a detective, with a receding hair line. When you get mad your eyes squint, and right, just right before you get ready to really interrogate a suspect you roll up your sleeves. That's when I know you're getting serious.

You tend to get a little to aggressive. How many times we have had to pull you away from a suspect, you just might think you would get the hint? MAYBE just once. You never seem to do.

Your too protective, too...worried...too...ughh...


And there could be no other way 'cause you're so,
you're so lame
Your tired words are all, all the same
And I would walk, yeah I'd surely walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you

I love you for it. I love you. Your personality. Everything about you, your flaws, your whole... existence, my reason for being. The way you roll up your sleeve and the way your eyes squint.

The way you clinch your teeth together when you're really mad, it just drives me wild.

I wish you would talk about me, the way I think of you. Just once, just for a second, a millisecond would do just fine. Though, it would take years to talk about me, the way I just think about you in an hour.

Sometimes I wish that I was a bong hit
You'd let me in and you would love every minute
And tell the room the things I did to you

When my thoughts get really deep I know I'm getting there. To the point of no return. I think, maybe I should transfer? Could my thoughts be clouding my judgments?

I pull through at the end, and I know I will never-ever-not in a million years- be able to transfer because that would mean I would have to walk away from you. I would have to leave you, and the one thing I love the most.

I don't want to leave you, Elliot, and I don't think I every will because I am such a sucker for you.


Someday I'm gonna pack up and leave this town
Im gonna get my own things going on
And when I do, I will forget about how....

You're so lame,
Tired words are all the same
I would walk, you know I'd walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you
I wasn't such a sucker for you
I wasn't such a sucker for you

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