Change Of Plans- Part 1
A/N I love Elliot's protective side almost as much as I love his bitchy side :) This idea came about when I was watching an episode and kept wondering what Elliot was thinking. This can either be a romance or a friendship story, depending on your preference. This is going to be a 2-part story, the second half of which is already written. Hope you like it x
Elliot sat at his desk, his legs up and reclined. Everyone had gone home, he was hanging back. His new apartment still held all his boxes and was less than inviting. 'Could always hit the rack in the cribs tonight.' he considered silently, as he had recently; the cribs was fast becoming his sanctuary.
Olivia strode in to the squadroom, her heels clicking loudly. Her royal blue dress was beautiful, knee length, plunging neckline and it followed her every curve. Elliot could feel himself gawping, but rearranged his raised eyebrows and hanging jaw in time as she looked up at him.
"What?" she asked, with a small smile.
"You got a date tonight?" he pried.
"Yeah, just some guy I met." He knew she was being deliberately evasive.
"Where's he taking you?" he tried again.
"I don't know, he's supposed to be-"
"Olivia?" came a male voice. Elliot followed Liv's eyeline to a man who had just entered the squadroom. His hair could ignite a fire with the amount of product in it, his expensive shirt could feed a family for a month and the flowers in his hand were like a small bush.
Elliot rolled his eyes. He stood up and approached as Olivia did the same. They exchanged a quick kiss on the cheek, causing Elliot's blood to boil.
"You must be Elliot?" the man asked, extending his hand. "Olivia's told me a lot about you."
"I bet she has." Elliot muttered, takiing the man's limp grasp and exerting his full force in his own grip. He couldn't help but smile when he saw the man wince as he finally let go.
"What's your name again?" Elliot asked.
"Mark."
"Mark." Elliot nodded. "Well Mark, here's hoping that I don't have to kill you." Elliot chuckled, seriously.
Olivia rolled her eyes at Elliot's protectiveness, but Mark looked worried.
"He's just kidding Mark." she smiled.
'Like Hell I am,' Elliot thought to himself. And from Mark's expression, he knew it too. "Well don't mind me." Elliot said, heading back to his desk. His eyes convincingly wandered across paperwork, but he was listening intently to them.
"I got these for you." Mark said, no doubt handing over the oestentatious bunch of flowers.
"Thank you, they're beautiful." Olivia praised. Elliot heard the crackle of cellophane wrapping.
"I saw you looking at them yesterday. At lunch?" Mark continued.
"Oh, yes! Of course." Olivia finally recalled.
'Yeah, because she's spent all day dreaming of those flowers.' Elliot silently remarked.
"So, what's the plan for tonight?" she asked. "You were so secretive." she laughed.
'First sign of a whackjob'. Elliot thought to himself.
"Well," Elliot noted the newly acquired seductive tone Mark had adopted, it sounded disgusting. "There's a cab waiting to take us over to Central Park, where we're going to on a carriage ride. This will take us to the candlelit dinner and waiters I have arranged."
"Oh my- really?" Olivia gushed; it was one of those things you hear on TV but thought would never happen to you.
"Of course; just for you." he smiled back.
'Yeah, because eating in a cold park wher she's found loads of victims, hacked up or otherwise, is bound to wet her apetite.' Elliot remarked. This was getting cheesier by the second. He rolled his eyes as he heard Mark's voice again.
"And then I thought we could head back to my place-" Elliot considered shooting him. "-for the night-" or beating him to death. "-for a movie." Wait what?
"Which one?" she wondered, this night sounded amazing, even if this was just a ploy to ask her to spend the night.
"Your favourite. Maid In Manhatten." he said, sounding as though it was a big reveal. "That's your favourite right?"
"Yeah of course." she lied, taking pity on him.
'Guess again, bonehead,' Elliot cursed. 'Her favourite movie is The Colour Purple, makes her cry every time.' he thought with a smile; every time they had watched that movie together they had drinks, she had cried, and he always ended up holding her until the tears stopped. Then she'd make him swear not to tell anyone she had cried at a film.
"Ready to go?" Mark asked. Elliot cringed at the idea of Olivia going out with this chump.
"Sure. Just a second."
Elliot heard his overpriced shoes heading for the door and Olivia's heels coming closer. He caught a glimpse of her soft skin and flouty blue dress as she moved close to set down the flowers. Close enough that he got a sweet inhale of her perfume.
"Night, El." she said in an almost whisper as she wrapped a shawl around herself.
He grunted a response back at her. He caught one last sweeping glimpse as she disappeared out the door.
A/N Part 2 is going to show Olivia's date and the consequences. Already written and should be up in a few days. x