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AN: If you look up nothing suits him like a suit {crack!vid + a little elejah} on youtube, you'll see where I got the idea for this one

"Elijah?" Elena asks, moving things on the coffee table and the pillows on the couch.

"Yes?" He answers, looking at her.

"Can you call me?" She asks.

"Sure. Did you lose your phone?" He inquires and dials her number.

"I swear it hides itself, Elijah. I might ask Bonnie to take a look at it. When I find it." She informs him and he hears a song he's never heard before.

"What would you do if you had to choose

Between your suits and a pot of gold? Suits.

What would you say

If you gave your suits away

In return you'd never grow old? Suits.

What would you pick

One million chicks

Or a single three-piece suit? It's moot.

What if world peace

Were within your reach … Abbadabada I'm gonna stop you right there. It's suits. Come on, Lily. Get your head outta your ass.

Two! Three! Four!

Girls will go and girls will come

But there's only one absolute

Every bro on the go needs to know

That there's no accepted substitute

I'm sorry suits, let's make amends

My Sunday best are my best friends

Send casual Friday down the laundry chute

'Cuz nothing suits the undisputed oft-saluted suitor of repute

Like a …. wait for it …

Suit!"

He finds it after the song ends and hands it to her.

"What song is that?" He asks her, with an amused look.

"It's from How I met Your Mother. The song is called nothing suits me like a suit." She tells him as his grin grows wider.

"And you thought of me?" He asks, and she nods.

"It's been your ringtone pretty much since I met you." She mutters and he kisses her right there in the living room.