Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they're Mr. Wolf's. Don't sue me, I'm just
borrowing them 'cause they're so much fun.
Elliot fiddled aimlessly and angrily through his locker in the squad room. His careless rampage was halted as his eyes caught sight of the name that had not yet been removed from the locker next to his. The name stung at him, and a flood of anger and guilt overcame him all over again. 'Rosetti,' he glared hopelessly at the printed name with a glossed-over expression of sadness and remorse. Greater than his feelings of loss or sorrow were his feelings of guilt and regret over what had happened to Dave. The department shrink told him that 'those feelings were totally normal.' 'Fuck that' Elliot thought, 'the department shrink didn't just lose his partner.' His closest friend and loyal partner was gone, he was supposed to be there for him and he felt like he had failed him.
Slamming his locker shut with vigor, he pounded his hand onto the metal door in utter frustration. "Detective" the captain stated eerily as if he had been watching him in silence during his lapse of self-pity.
He understood what Elliot was going through, but didn't have any toleration for violent outbursts. Elliot leaned against the lockers and conceded, "Sorry, Cap'n, it won't happen again."
"Detective, I'd like to see you in my office." Elliot wasn't in the mood for any of this bureaucratic shit, and he thought Cragen knew that. Elliot pushed himself out of his slumped over position and winced his usual angry wince before following Cragen into his office. He didn't think there was anything that Cragen could fry him over this time. He had taken some time off from the job and was more nervous than usual, thinking he was about to be grilled about some non-existent brutality complaint or the like. He reached the door of Cragen's office, gripped the handle vigorously and entered cautiously.
As he entered the office, he caught site of her. Across from him was a tall, dark-haired woman with deep brown eyes that met his vacant gaze. Mysteriously beautiful Elliot was taken aback and lost in his imagination. "Detective, I'd like you to meet your new partner, Detective Olivia Benson." Elliot felt himself loose his footing in confusion and intrigue. "Detective Benson, this is Detective Elliot Stabler." Cragen continued his formal introduction skit, "The two of you will be working together from now on, as partners."
Hearing that title, 'partners' Elliot felt a certain, almost jealousy overcome him. He didn't really want anyone to replace Dave, and this woman standing across from him seemed the unlikeliest partner that he could've imagined, no matter how intriguing he found her to be.
"Nice to meet you" Elliot's words were detached, empty and emotionless. He nodded blankly as politely as possible while his mind continued wandering places that it hadn't wandered in quite some time. Mesmerized by her stunning presence, all he could do was gaze...
"Detective," Cragen's command quickly shocked Elliot out of his momentary lapse of consciousness. "Is there a problem, Detective?"
"No...no problem...sorry captain." confused and slightly embarrassed, he slid out the room quietly for his desk.
Elliot fiddled aimlessly and angrily through his locker in the squad room. His careless rampage was halted as his eyes caught sight of the name that had not yet been removed from the locker next to his. The name stung at him, and a flood of anger and guilt overcame him all over again. 'Rosetti,' he glared hopelessly at the printed name with a glossed-over expression of sadness and remorse. Greater than his feelings of loss or sorrow were his feelings of guilt and regret over what had happened to Dave. The department shrink told him that 'those feelings were totally normal.' 'Fuck that' Elliot thought, 'the department shrink didn't just lose his partner.' His closest friend and loyal partner was gone, he was supposed to be there for him and he felt like he had failed him.
Slamming his locker shut with vigor, he pounded his hand onto the metal door in utter frustration. "Detective" the captain stated eerily as if he had been watching him in silence during his lapse of self-pity.
He understood what Elliot was going through, but didn't have any toleration for violent outbursts. Elliot leaned against the lockers and conceded, "Sorry, Cap'n, it won't happen again."
"Detective, I'd like to see you in my office." Elliot wasn't in the mood for any of this bureaucratic shit, and he thought Cragen knew that. Elliot pushed himself out of his slumped over position and winced his usual angry wince before following Cragen into his office. He didn't think there was anything that Cragen could fry him over this time. He had taken some time off from the job and was more nervous than usual, thinking he was about to be grilled about some non-existent brutality complaint or the like. He reached the door of Cragen's office, gripped the handle vigorously and entered cautiously.
As he entered the office, he caught site of her. Across from him was a tall, dark-haired woman with deep brown eyes that met his vacant gaze. Mysteriously beautiful Elliot was taken aback and lost in his imagination. "Detective, I'd like you to meet your new partner, Detective Olivia Benson." Elliot felt himself loose his footing in confusion and intrigue. "Detective Benson, this is Detective Elliot Stabler." Cragen continued his formal introduction skit, "The two of you will be working together from now on, as partners."
Hearing that title, 'partners' Elliot felt a certain, almost jealousy overcome him. He didn't really want anyone to replace Dave, and this woman standing across from him seemed the unlikeliest partner that he could've imagined, no matter how intriguing he found her to be.
"Nice to meet you" Elliot's words were detached, empty and emotionless. He nodded blankly as politely as possible while his mind continued wandering places that it hadn't wandered in quite some time. Mesmerized by her stunning presence, all he could do was gaze...
"Detective," Cragen's command quickly shocked Elliot out of his momentary lapse of consciousness. "Is there a problem, Detective?"
"No...no problem...sorry captain." confused and slightly embarrassed, he slid out the room quietly for his desk.