Summary: Olivia and Elliot have been through it all. They have waited forever to do this, get married. When Olivia's past gets in the way will they call off the wedding?
Stuff you need to know:
Kathy is not pregnant, and Olivia doesn't have a brother in this story. If you haven't seen the Season 9 Promo blooper, I encourage you to run (not walk) to Youtube and search for Chris and Mariska Cheeseball. It is hilarious and sort of also pertains to the story but it won't completely ruin the story if you don't watch it.
Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Identical
Chapter 1
Woman of My Dreams
Olivia Benson was sitting in her apartment thinking about what she had just found out. Elliot had transferred units didn't even leave Cragen with an explanation. He hadn't even told her goodbye. She knew how he felt about her, but she was starting to debate if he really did love her.
If he loved her, would he had left without an explanation? She didn't want to believe that he didn't love her.
She didn't know the reason that he left was because of a case that struck a little close to home. The case went something like this;
A man's girlfriend, who he was planning to propose to, was attacked and became a Special Victim. When she woke up in the hospital, the detectives came to an abrupt realization that she was suffering from amnesia. When they told her boyfriend, he broke down crying because he wanted to propose to her on her birthday. He would have to wait now, for at least another year.
Elliot had felt he couldn't wait any longer for him and her to get together, but nothing was happening. Then he realized that he would have to see Olivia almost everyday of his life until one of them retired or was fired. It wasn't a bad thing; he just needed a break, to sort things out. So he transferred to Queen's Homicide, the only opening they had.
It was there he realized that it was time he did something about their relationship. He loved her, she loved him, and there was no way he was going to wait until retirement to propose to her. He was going to do it now.
Olivia's cell phone made a bleeping noise; it signaled that there was a text message. She looked around not remembering where she had placed it. She spotted it on the counter and made her way over there. She opened the phone and read, "One new message, from Elliot Stabler."
"Didn't even have enough balls to call," Olivia thought shaking her head. She snapped the phone shut in a lapse of stubbornness.
She looked at the digital clock that blinked red numbers on the wall. The numbers told her that it was, 12:50.
She decided that it was time for her to go to bed. She headed for the bedroom.
Something made her stop, and look back at the phone.
"What if it's an emergency?" She thought, then a second later she added, "He'd call me."
She woke up the next morning, and rolled over to bright light. It was streaming in from the window; it's what she hated about having an apartment on the top floor, one of many. She opened her eyes, and waited for them to adjust to the light.
She sat up and looked around. She found her alarm clock; it was too early to be waking up, 8:30. She was too awake now to go back to sleep, so she got up.
She walked into the kitchen, and prepared some coffee. She was standing there deciding whether she should do laundry or not, when her eyes fell onto her cell phone. Her curiosity won over, she walked over and opened the phone. She brought up the text message, it read:
Hey, I'm sorry I left, I should have told you. If you'll come upstairs I swear I'll make it up to you, and if you don't I'll stay here until you do.
Her eyes were as big as balloons after she read the small text message that meant so much. She was trying to retain it all; he had stayed up there in the hot summer heat for here. She was wondering if he was still up there when the phone made the sound again.
She jumped at the unexpected noise, she looked down. "One new message, from Elliot Stabler."
She pushed the read button without a second thought. It read:
I'm more stubborn than you are.
Olivia smiled. She ran into the bedroom and put Capri sweats on over her underwear. She figured the tank top was good, and ran out of the apartment
Olivia opened the door to the roof and walked out to it. What she saw put a smile on her face. There was a beautiful sunrise in the background. There was also a red velvet carpet leading to where Elliot was standing. She had helped him pick it out a couple of years ago for Elizabeth. Of course there was a small stage and a podium to go with because Elizabeth wanted to be an actress, and Olivia thought it would be good practice for the Emmys. There was a skylight behind Elliot which he had set candles on. Rose petals were strewn about across the red carpet. Romantic music played lightly over the sounds of the city.
She walked to the end of the red carpet and stopped in front of Elliot.
"Quite a spontaneous way to make it up to me, but your humiliation wasn't what I had in mind." Olivia said jokingly.
"Olivia Benson," he said getting down on one knee, pulling a ring into sight.
Her eyes were filled with amazement and surprise. She thought it was all just a big joke and he was going to just say he was sorry, but he was going to propose.
"I've known you for eight years now, and I've wanted you for all eight. We made it through almost everything together, and I know we can make it through marriage. I want to marry you, the woman of my dreams. So, will you marry me, Liv?"
Olivia was tearing up with every word he said. She grabbed his hand pulling him to stand up. He was now towering over her, looking at her with a gentle smile.
"You cheese ball." Olivia said cracking up a little before kissing him very passionately.
The kiss lasted for about 30 seconds, but Elliot pulled away dying to know. "So is that a yes?"
She smiled, "Well you waited all night," she said implying that it was in fact a yes.
"Yeah," he said, "About that."
"I didn't read it until this morning." Olivia explained in her defense.
He ran his hand through her hair, "You're forgiven," Elliot said
"So are you," Olivia said not letting him get away without mentioning it.
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