Liv's Secret Project
LO:SVU
by RoadrunnerGER
I don't own anything LO:SVU related. Dick Wolf owns them... such a lucky man.
A/N: This little piece came to my mind yesterday evening watching the commercial break in between SVU. I don't know what the spot was advertising for, but the idea was nice. Please enjoy. :)
This story is for obsessedwithstabler and all the other EO shippers who did't find what they're looking for in the current chapter of 48 Hours. (smirks) I hope this will make up a bit.
1
Liv's secret project
Her day off duty was the perfect opportunity. So Olivia Benson took her sketch and went to the next do-it-yourself superstore.
She rummaged through the rests of boards in search for something that would match her needs. Finally she selected one and went for the service.
"Can you please cut this for me?" she asked the man behind the counter.
He had a good look at what she had drawn on the board.
"Sorry, Ma'am, but we just do straight cuts. When you go down the aisle, one, two, three… fourth row on the right. There you'll find a fretsaw.
Olivia looked at him, dumbfounded.
"But this will take forever to get finished."
"Sorry, Ma'am."
She had to bite the bullet. As she did not know for sure if she would find a fretsaw at home she went to get one.
When she reached the cash desk she also had paint, nails, cramps and varnish in her trolley. On her way home she also stopped by at the supermarket to get some foot and her order. Finally back in her apartment she carried all her stuff inside, put the food in the fridge, spread a blanket on the floor and started to saw.
Soon sweat was running in her eyes, but she did not pause. She had to keep going if she wanted to be finished in time. As soon as the form was cut out of the board she threw away the rests and got the paint.
I should have bought a bigger brush, she thought. Damn! And it doesn't cover either!
At least it was quick drying paint and approximately two hours later she got the board in the condition she wanted it to be. Now she could continue.
So she got a hammer, the nails and cramps and the tube. Before she started, she put the plug in to try and see how much space was left, then she attached the tube to the board.
I need something for to keep it off the wall, she mused and went to rummage through the rests in search for something she could use. Yeah, this should work. And she nailed it to the back of the board, too.
For the next three hours Olivia fought with scissor, paper and glue. Especially the glue. It glued everywhere, including her hair, except of where it was supposed to glue. Her blanket was ruined. She did not believe that the power glue would get out with the next wash.
So after almost nine hours in total Olivia could honestly say that she was finished. She was also wet with sweat as if she'd taken a shower, but she was finished.
She took the heavy board and held it to the wall for to determine the position of the strong hook she needed. Board aside, electric drill out, hole in the wall, dowel in, hook in.
Drumwhirl…. the board hung.
"Thank God," she sighed and took the cable to put it in the wall socket… Too short!
"Damn! I had a look at it before! Damn!"
Feverishly she searched for an extra cable. Plug in, plug of the tube in the extension… Light!
Olivia wiped at her forehead. This would have been the straw that broke the camel's back.
She took the blanket and removed all signs of her work. Only now she stepped back to examine her masterpiece.
It looked great. Yet, she became nervous.
"What if he doesn't like it?" she asked herself. "He has to like it. He has to…"
Olivia had not noticed that it was already dark. It wouldn't be long now until he was back. So she quickly prepared the rest and turned all the other lights off. Then she vanished into the kitchen.
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When he came home from work the first thing he noticed was, that the apartment was not lit.
Where is she? I thought she would wait for me.
He hung his jacket on the stand, toed off his shoes and went into the living room. Under the doorframe he stopped dead.
"What the hell…?"
Practically stunned, he had no eye for the nicely laid dinner table, including the good china and three candles. His gaze rested on the new decoration on the wall. While he had a closer look his heart began to thump wildly.
It was a heart-shaped board, painted red and illuminated from behind, presumably by a light tube. The surface was peppered with numerous black and white photos. Slowly he approached the heart to look at the single pictures. They told him his whole life, from his childhood over his first marriage and first wife, his time with the marines, his kids, his first partner, his SVU colleagues, friends, his second wife…
When did she do this, he wondered.
"Hi, honey," she whispered in his ear and wrapped her arms around him from behind, kissing his cheek.
"Hi, Liv," he murmured. "That's incredible. When did you…?"
"Today. It was perfect. One whole day off while you were at this seminar."
He could hear her grin. His eyes were still fixed on the red photo-heart.
"This really is… I don't know what to say. Thank you, Liv."
"You're welcome, El. Happy first anniversary."
"Same to you," he murmured, with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"I know, this all was difficult for you. Let us forget this argument," she pleaded. "It was a stupid thing to say. I love you like you are, and you wouldn't be the man I love if your life had not been as it was. All this is a part of you and I have no right to talk bad about any part of it. Please forgive me."
Now he turned to her. His hand dove into one of his pockets and came out with a small jewel case. She looked at it suspiciously.
Elliot opened it and presented the ring. She spotted the engraving instantly. Partners forever.
"I really mean it," he whispered. "Happy first anniversary for you, too, Liv." He grinned sheepishly. "Your idea is much better."
"Everything coming from the heart is perfect as it is," she said and let him put the ring on her finger. "Do you want to have dinner now? I made your favorite."
"Sounds great," he grinned. "By the way… what's this down here?" And he pointed at the very tip of the heart, where, between photos of her and himself, hung an ultrasonic picture.
"My anniversary present for you, El," she smirked, tilting her head to the side. Olivia laughed at his startled expression. "A stepsister or -brother to your four," she added. "I don't know yet. Do you want to know?"
Slowly realization sank in. She is pregnant? She is pregnant!
"Liv? We're going to be parents?" he asked excitedly and she nodded, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "I'll be a Dad again!" he cheered, hugging her and whirling her around.
"Maybe we should have dinner now," she suggested. "Or it will…"
…get cold, she had wanted to say, but had no opportunity, cause he kissed her fiercely. She felt herself being pushed backwards and saw a door rush by. When she fell on their bed and felt his hands, freeing her from her clothes, she knew for sure that dinner was the last thing on his mind.
tbc...
A/N: Thanks for reading. Now it's your turn. You know, this nice little "Go" button down there… :D
