A/N: Hey ya'll. I think I temporarily lost my mind. Anyway, I'm back to this SVU fandom—full force. Best part? I'm older and wiser. Bring on the angst.
Spoilers: 10x04, Lunacy (I know that was 3 years ago, but I just rewatched and there are hardly any fics for it!)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, the show would be different (AKA I own nothing).
"I'm sorry about Olivia. I should have checked with you before asking her out to dinner," Dick said somewhere behind Elliot. His voice was muted in the background and muffled by Elliot's rage. Dick had been rambling for some time about something, but Elliot couldn't pay attention. He was too focused on his realization, too focused on the man that Dick actually was.
Olivia?
Dick had asked Olivia out? Elliot looked around the room and his stomach grew sick. Dick was going to bring Olivia back here and… and what? Elliot didn't want to picture his partner being comprised like that. He didn't want to see his Olivia Benson lying beneath an animal. "Dinner with Olivia's off."
"I think that's up to her to decided, don't you?," Dick countered, and it almost sounded like he was joking.
"Dick, I know."
"Know what?"
"Your game," Elliot heard himself say. Then he felt himself tell Dick the truth. That Dick rigged the evidence and the investigation. Suddenly, Elliot realized the argument had escalated. Dick poured a drink and Elliot called Dick a wash out, told Dick that he was never going to the moon. It got worse when Elliot told Dick that his fingerprint on the necklace. Then Dick attacked. Elliot had to react. He had to fight back, he had kids. "And you've the nerve to shake my boy's hand," Elliot heard himself say. He was angry, so angry. The man that had become a mentor to Elliot, the man that Elliot idolized was nothing more than murdering scum. The namesake to Dickie was a murderer. How did this happen?
When Elliot brought Dick down to the car the man looked at the moon. He looked at the moon, mystical and bright, knowing his dream would never come true. Part of Elliot's heart broke for him. Elliot has cared about him for so long… and it was Dick's dream. Elliot forced his thoughts to stop and put Dick in the car.
Then a taxi pulled up and Olivia walked out. She was smiling and in a baby blue silk dress. She looked beautiful and excited for the party. Her smile vanished the moment she saw a beaten Elliot, "Elliot." He felt guilty, this was supposed to be her night. She was going to have fun; she deserved fun.
Then he thought about Olivia and Dick, he thought about what Dick was and what he did to women. His mind flashed again to the two of them and Elliot's stomach turned.
"Is everything okay?" She had so much compassion. How was that possible? Her night was ruined, she had to know. Yet, she was asking about Elliot's well-being.
Elliot stared at Olivia a moment longer and finally shook his head, "No."
Elliot could see the under layers of panic beneath Olivia's exterior, "What is it?"
Elliot didn't want to tell her. He didn't want to ruin her night more, but he also couldn't say what his mentor was. Olivia and Elliot had wined and dined with Dick just hours before, and neither believed him to the killer. Neither even thought to consider him as a murderer.
And, yet, he was.
"Dick's prints are the necklace."
Olivia's eyebrows furrowed a moment and her eyes searched Elliot's, "What?"
Elliot took a breath, he needed to prepare himself for this. "Liv," he said slowly, "Dick killed Marga." Olivia took an involuntary step back. She was probably thinking the same thing Elliot was. She was about to sleep with a killer. Elliot could see the disgust in her eyes, "Liv…"
Olivia looked up and washed all emotions from her face, "Are you okay?"
Elliot stared at her a moment, perplexed. She had been charmed by a predator and yet she was asking about Elliot. "I'm fine."
Olivia nodded and looked into to the car to see Dick, he was still staring at the moon. "Well," Olivia said in her typical manner, "let's get him to central booking. You drive."
A/N: Reviews are welcomed. I promise my next post won't be so in the past. I just… I couldn't help myself!