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Title: So Much for Fairytales
Chapter: 1(out of 2)
Rating: T
Summary: During a slow day in the squad room, the team finds out that Olivia never went to her prom. And Elliot comes up with a plan to show her what she missed out on. E/O
Authors Notes: Me and my random ideas. But its EO so I doubt you care. Just an idea that came to me out of the blue. Like I said random. I kept it short. We all know I have a tendency for details and all that stuff. Let me know if you like it!
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"How many of you bet I could arm wrestle Fin and not break a sweat." The words drifted over the near empty squad room. The only sounds being the annoying ticking of the clock as it counted each second, and Olivia's pen; which she kept clicking.
They were bored.
Simply put.
The statement Elliot tossed out to them made them all chuckle slightly, earning a scoff from Fin in the process.
"I bet you your ass wouldn't even be able to get near me to try." The tension between Elliot and Fin had always been known. Thank God they were grown up about it, though.
Shrugging his shoulders, Elliot leaned back in his chair, reaching to grab his pencil. He spent the next ten minutes unsuccessfully trying to balance the lead on his finger.
"You guys ever think about your high school days?" Munch chimed, leaning back in his chair. Elliot chuckled, glancing to Olivia and then to Fin before nodding his head.
"Yeah… I give it some thought from time-to-time." The blue eyed hunk grew silent for a moment. "Best memories were at prom."
"Prom night's always fun." Fin mused, relaxing back in his chair as he propped his feet up on his desk. "I went all four years of high school, man." He put up four digits for emphasis.
"No way." Munch laughed, glaring over at Fin through his glasses.
"Yes way. Cindy, Stacy, Latoya and Carmon." He named them, seemingly to the surprise of everyone in the room.
Olivia kept clicking her pen as the stories were passed around. From Elliot's time with Kathy and how the blonde hadn't wanted to dance, and yadda yadda bullshit. Olivia would rather hear a dog bark than listen to Elliot boast about fun time with his ex-wife.
She gave a light hearted laugh at Munch's words, however.
"No offense, pal, but I just can't see the ladies linin' up to dance with your ass." Fin commented, nodding his head to him. Munch shrugged, shaking off his words.
"Its true, my friend. I was a bit of a stud." His brows wiggled towards Olivia.
"Just tell me you weren't the one brewing the coffee and I'll believe you." The baby girl of the bunch smirked, earning laughs from the other two men in the room.
Cragen listened in from his door way, having been standing there a while now. He smiled. They really were like a big family, and even though Olivia worked with all guys, she seemed to get along with them all.
The only problem he ever had with her being the only woman was Elliot. Her esteemed hot headed partner. The two clashed a lot, and Cragen could see the feelings the other had for the other. It was only a matter of time before he needed to officially separate them. He wasn't going to wait until Olivia was pregnant with Elliot's child. He wouldn't even be surprised.
Disappearing back into his office, he let them have their fun reminiscing. There wasn't much else to do, after all.
"So what about you Liv?"
The room grew silent, and Olivia silently cursed Munch for noticing her partial participation in this one. She's always been one for light conversation, however she just kept clicking that pen of hers. Which, she had stopped once she was in the hot seat.
"I..don't know. Its getting late. We should all call it a night and head home." She gave a good effort trying to dodge, but Elliot wasn't going to have it. He was curious now.
"Come on, Liv. Don't be a spoils sport now." Damn him and those eyes!
"There's nothing to tell." She stated in honesty, earning raised brows.
"Whaddya mean nothing to tell." Fin laughed half heartedly, not knowing. "There's always somethin to tell Liv. Who was your date." His eyes turned to see Elliot fidget slightly.
"Nobody." Olivia shook her head, pushing out from her desk and standing as she opened the drawer to get out her purse and belongings. The team wasn't going to leave her alone, however.
"Who was it?" Elliot pressed on, the hint of jealously apparent. Olivia chose to ignore it for what it was.
"Nobody. I didn't go." She finally admitted, grabbing her jacket and putting it on. The room got quiet. Munch glanced to Fin who glanced to Elliot who kept his eyes on her.
"Why not?"
"Uh, I wasn't asked?" Olivia sighed, she really didn't want to talk about prom anymore.
"You're kidding me." Elliot tossed the pencil onto his desk, narrowing his eyes.
"No I'm not El. No one wanted to go with the girl whose mom was always drunk. Besides, I wasn't exactly attractive in high school." There went that confidence again. The room was filled with sighs. Who was she kidding.
"Come on Liv. You're gorgeous, who the hell wouldn't wanna go with you?" Fin piped up, causing a soft gasp to come from her.
Had he just complimented her?
There was a faint darkening in her cheeks, and it didn't go unnoticed by Elliot.
"What? Its true." Fin defended. There wasn't a doubt now that he had the slightest bit of a crush on her. He had been the one who began to affectionately call her 'baby girl'. He'd always had a soft spot for her. And he often showed more care than Elliot did.
"Thanks." Olivia smiled, pushing out her chair and getting ready to leave. "Enjoy your weekend boys, don't have too much fun." After giving a wink, she glanced to her partner.
"Yeah, I'm headin' out too." Elliot stated, clearing his throat as he stood and reached for his jacket. Fin and Munch shared a glance. They still had an hour left to pull. "See ya." Elliot stated with a small wave.
"How much you wanna bet he goes and does somethin about the whole prom thing." Munch grinned at Fin's bet, glancing over at him. He hated the bets that pertained to those two. Winning wasn't a sure thing, but he knew it always depended on the bet. This one was tough.
"I doubt Elliot would do anything too major. He's got five kids, and Kathy. The guys gotta be fresh out of new tricks." Munch concluded. "I'll bet fifty that he buys her some flowers and some sappy hallmark card."
"Damn. You really think he won't do anythin for her?" Fin raised a brow, but then shrugged when Munch just gave him a look. "I think he'll pull through. Your on."
Munch gave a laugh in reply, pouring himself a cup of his infamous 'never drink this shit' coffee.
"You actually like that?" Fin nodded his head towards the coffee. Munch shrugged.
"Its somethin to wet the whistle with."
"Its like drinkin tar."
Olivia was already at the elevators when Elliot rounded the corner. A small smile tugged the corners of his lips up.
She hadn't heard him come up behind her, and when the doors dinged, she went to step in, nearly jumping when his arm bumped hers.
"Jeezus, Elliot." Her voice was like music to his ears. He laughed.
"Sorry."
The doors closed.
"Hey Liv, you free tomorrow?" He spared a glanced down at her, curious brow raised.
"Its Saturday. I'm always free." She stated nonchalantly. Elliot didn't say anything more after that, but the devious smirk on his face was something she missed entirely.
"Good. Go out, get yourself a dress, and I'll meet you at your place. Say… five o'clock?" That's when she glanced to him.
"A dress?"
"Yeah. Somethin Cinderella, or along those lines. Just make sure you're dressed up and ready by five. I'll see you then."
Needless to say Olivia was highly interested in what he had planned. Their friendship rarely went to these lengths. Sure they hung out often-- drinks at the bar or pizza plus beer at her place. That was as far as it ever went aside from the luncheons they had or dinners after work. Intrigued, Olivia stepped out of the elevator by his side, almost naturally. They said their bye's for the evening, and left the squad. She had no idea what he had in store for her. But boy, was it going to be fun.
End Notes: What do you think so far? (: Bet you already know what El's gonna do! Drop me a line please!