A/N: This is a Childhood Notes REWRITE. If you think I'm trying to copy someone else's story, please look at the story under the name "Childhood Notes Rewrite". You'll get your answer.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Law and Order: SVU, nor do I own any of their characters. I only own the ones that I make up.

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-serenityrayne417 (formally forshame417)

Nine year old Elliot Stabler ran toward the steps of Winthrow Elementary School. Today was his first day in second grade and he was ecstatic. A warm breeze blew across his face, a remnant of summer.

Nancy Stabler finally caught up to her son, panting. Man could he run! She crouched down to his height and started to fix him up, tugging at his collar and smoothing back his shaggy brown hair.

"I can't believe you're starting school again," she said. "Remember if there are any problems at all…"

Elliot cut her off, "Call home, I know Mom." He replied, rolling his eyes in embarrassment. She chuckled and embraced him, giving him a quick kiss on the head.

"Have a nice day! I'll see you after school!"

Elliot waved to his mother's retreating form before dashing into the building. He walked into his classroom and walked up to his new teacher. She looked to be about middle aged with brown crinkled eyes and curly brunette hair.

"Well hello there!" she chirped, "You must be Elliot Stabler. I'm your teacher Mrs. Pier. You can find an empty seat to sit in while we wait for the rest of the class, okay?"

Elliot nodded and observed the room. Toward the back was an empty desk next to a girl with dark, medium length wavy brown hair and big, brown, Bambi like eyes. She was by herself, as opposed to the group of girls chatting on the other side of the room.

She was wearing an odd outfit. Pulled over her top half was a knitted grey hoodie. She was also sporting a short black denim skirt, knee high, blue and grey striped socks, and flat heeled black suede boots.

Elliot on the other hand was wearing the outfit his mom had gotten him, which consisted of a grey and red striped shirt pulled over a long sleeved blue button down. Baggy black jeans almost coved his black low top Converse completely.

Elliot tapped the girl's shoulder and asked, "Can I sit here?" gesturing to the desk beside hers.

She shrugged, looking up at him with her chocolate eyes, "It's a free country isn't it?"

Elliot slung his backpack over his seat and plopped down at his new seat.

"So," he started, "Why aren't you with the other girls?"

Again, Olivia shrugged, twiddling with the white gold locket around her neck. "I don't like them, they're bimbos."

"And you're not?" Olivia narrowed her eyes at this and crossed her arms defensively.

"No!"

Elliot put up his hands in an 'I surrender' gesture.

"Let's try again. I'm―"

"Annoying?" A small smile graced Olivia's lips for the first time since Elliot had met her.

"No, I'm Elliot Stabler. What's your name?"

"Olivia."

Elliot looked at her expectantly, "Olivia what?"

"You don't have to know my last name."

"Why does it matter?"

"You could kill me in my sleep! I know, I've seen FBI's Most Wanted." Olivia replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why would I want to―" Elliot was cut off by Mrs. Pier's voice filling the room.

"Everyone please stop talking and look up at me." Forty eyes of different shapes and hues looked up at her expectantly. She smiled and continued.

As she chatted away, Elliot took out a notebook as well as a pencil. He ripped out a sheet, scribbled a message on it, and flicked it to Olivia's desk.

Olivia, take some paper out. We can pass notes.

Olivia sighed and took out her own notebook.

Elliot, we're going to get in trouble. I don't want to get detention.

Come on! It's the first day of school. Like she'd give us detention.

Fine, but it's your butt on the line pal.

HaHa :D

What?

You said but

You're kidding me, right? And by the way it's spelled b-u-t-t

What are you? An LA teacher?

No, I'm a nine year old

So am I and I don't go around being a genius

So you're saying I'm smart

No I'm not

But you're implying it

No I'm not!

So what, now you think I'm stupid? You're such a jerk!

What?! I never said you were stupid!

Yeah, you just said I wasn't smart

Elliot looked up and was met with Olivia's smug expression. He scowled and closed his notebook.

She had the ability to get into his mind, twist his words, and yet, when the time came to defend himself, they were exact words he had said.

…God, he liked her.

Later on, the bell rang for lunch and recess. Elliot followed Olivia outside to the playground.

"So what do you want to do?" he asked her, rocking back and forth on his heels.

Olivia looked around, expecting him to be addressing someone else. When she saw no one, she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Me? You don't want to go play with the other boys?"

Elliot shook his head.

"I like you." He admitted and Olivia did the best job she could trying to hide her blush.

"Um, okay." Olivia replied awkwardly, "What do you feel like doing?"

"Race you to the monkey bars?" he answered, and took off. Olivia grinned and chased after him.

"You cheater!"

She stopped at the monkey bars and pulled herself up, allowing herself to hang upside down. Elliot hung on one of the bars, swinging his legs back and forth.

He looked across the street and noticed a man just standing there, staring at the kids. He was wearing paint splattered jeans, matching boots, and a navy fleece pulled over his torso.

His eyes were covered by a red beanie, but as he turned towards Elliot and Olivia, shivers began to ripple through Elliot's body.

"Olivia, look at that guy across the street." Olivia sat herself upright on the monkey bars and glanced at him. She frowned.

"Creepist." She muttered and climbed off the equipment, Elliot close behind.

"Should we tell the teacher?" he asked. Olivia mulled it over and shook her head.

"No," she replied, "He's just kinda standing there. He's not exactly trying to do anything."

Elliot nodded, but he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong with that man. He was shaken out of his reverie by Olivia's voice.

"Tag, you're it!" He smiled and chased after her, pushing all thoughts of the strange man to the dark recesses of his mind.

So how was it? Better than the other time? I was reading the old Childhood Notes the other day and realized I spelled 'Jose' like 'Hosey'. I don't know what I was thinking!

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