Elliot Stabler sat in the corner of A Subway Restaraunt waiting. He had been anticipating the meeting for quite some time
now. This meeting could change his life. It could save him, or kill him. Emotionally and Physically. 4:12. He gulped down on his soda,
waiting. And waiting. And waiting. He filled his lungs with air, and let out a deep breath, ready for the scene to take place.
Adjusting his badge, and holstering his gun. He picked up his cell phone, which was currently ringing. "Hello," Elliot answered. "Is he
there yet?" a voice asked, which had to be Olivia's She always backed him up in times like this. "No, not yet," Elliot answered. "You
know what he looks like Elliot. You'll see him. You can communicate with him. Just take your time. I know you can do this El. You've
done it so many times before," She answered before hanging up. Elliot flipped his phone closed. Oh god he hoped so.
It was almost there. He gulped down his soda, and swallowed hard. Here it goes.
4:15. Right on Time. He came in, To talk about "Issues."
And to Elliot Stabler, he knew that meant one thing.
The dark haired person. walked into the Restaurant, eyeing Elliot carefully. Elliot stood up to greet the Stranger, who was fairly young.
With an Abercrombie hoodie, dark wash jeans, and a pair of Etnies, the person walked to him in anticipation.
"Hey ," he said, walking up to him and sitting down at the booth. "Hello," Elliot answered sitting down as well.
After a small moment of silence, Elliot broke the ice. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Girls Dad. Just girls."