DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, Dick Wolf does... lucky bastard...
A/N: An E/O fic. Rated M for double smut, meaning there is some sexual intercourse and it's my first time writing it. So prepare yourself, and feel free to skip over it (Chapter 4) if it makes you uncomfortable. Please read and enjoy! And most importantly, review!
Detective Elliot Stabler sat alone in a poorly lit bar. He looked tired and disheveled, in his right hand he clutch a small glass of whiskey. With his left hand he scrubbed his chin and jaw; it was slightly rough to his touch due to the five o'clock shadow. Elliot looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks. Elliot downed the whiskey and held up two fingers at the bartender.
Detective Olivia Benson entered the nearly lifeless bar and surveyed the room with her chocolate brown eyes. If she hadn't known Elliot Stabler for nine years, she would have thought the man at the bar nursing a whiskey was a homeless man. Olivia sighed and made her way to the bar.
As she was sitting, Olivia grabbed Elliot's hand and forced him to sit the whiskey down on the bar with a dull thump.
"Hey, Liv, now come on." Elliot protested, his words slightly slurred.
"Elliot, you need to go home now. You have work tomorrow."
Elliot made a lame attempt to drink his whiskey again, but Olivia shut him down. He looked up at her wanting to be angry, but the latest case had his nerves so frayed he could only muster up a miserable, depressed frown that quivered. His eyes were wet with unshed tears, making the bright blue orbs stand out in the dark room.
"I don't ever want to return to that place."
"Yeah, you do. It keeps you going. Now come on, get up El. I'll drive you home."
Elliot pulled himself away and paid for the drinks. He swayed to the door, and finally made it outside. Elliot placed his hands on his knees as he gagged.
"You okay?"
Elliot held up his hand, "Perfect."
Elliot started to walk towards Olivia's car when he made a beeline towards the alley. Olivia was worried until she heard him retching up everything he had probably never had time to eat. Olivia entered the alley and patted his back to soothe him.
"El?"
"Let's go, I'm fine, let's just go." He said, waving it off.
They clambered into Olivia's car. Immediately after they buckled their seatbelts, Elliot rested his head against the cool window.
"Can you take me to the precinct?"
"No, Elliot, you're not spending the night there. You're going home to your family."
"Fine, alright."
Olivia continue to drive, Elliot fogged the window with his deep breathing. He stared out the window at the lights, Olivia looked at him occasionally.
When they reached Elliot's house he nodded and thanked her and nearly fell out of the car in his haste to enter the house. The porch lights went on and Kathy Stabler came out and onto the porch in a bathrobe.
"Elliot? Where were you?"
"I was out."
"You've been drinking. Damn it, El."
Kathy dashed forward and helped Elliot into the house, she waved to Olivia and mouthed thank you. Olivia nodded and drove off into the night. Kathy ushered Elliot upstairs and into their bedroom where Elliot lie down on the bed without removing his clothes, and passed out.
Kathy sighed and shook her head; she removed Elliot's shoes and placed him under the covers. After she made sure he was fine, Kathy checked on her children. Kathy made sure the twins Dickie and Elizabeth were alright before checking on Kathleen. Kathleen was snoring softly on her side. Kathy entered Kathleen's room quietly and peeked into Elliot Jr.'s crib. He was sound asleep, so peaceful and quiet. Kathy smiled and touched his face gently before heading back to her room.
"Stay back! Stay back or I'll shoot her! "
"I'm a cop, Jake; I'm here to help you. Please put the gun down and talk to me."
"I don't wanna talk to you. My dad says cops are pigs."
"Please Jake, talk to me. I just want to help and make sure nobody gets hurt."
Twelve year old Jake held a gun to his girlfriend's head, who was also twelve. Elliot was directly in front of them, gun raised and pointed at Jake. Olivia was behind him, a few feet off.
"Nobody can help me, or her. Fuck off!"
Jake's eyes darted to Olivia, who took one step towards the boy.
"Liv, stay back! Jake, put the gun down."
Jake shook his head furiously and in the blink of an eye raised the gun from his girlfriend's head to his own and pulled the trigger.
"No! Jake, no!" Elliot yelled as he ran forward and caught the boy's lifeless body before it hit the ground. Elliot cradled Jake as Olivia helped the girl to a paramedic.
"Damn it Jake!"
"Jake!" Elliot screamed, his body covered in sweat as was his hair, which was plastered to his head. Elliot's mouth hung open as he took deep breaths and his blue eyes were widened in shock.
To Be Continued…
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