Dr. Elliot

Kathy is at work, and Elliot is left home to take care of his sick son, Dickie.

This Tuesday morning was very abnormal in the Stabler house. Normally, both parents were at work, and the kids were at school, with the exception of baby Elliot Jr., who was normally being watched by grandma. But today was a different day. Elliot was not a detective today, he was a doctor - taking care of one of his favorite patients - his son, Dickie.

"Dickie, you want soup?" Elliot asked.

His son groaned painfully from the couch. Elliot took that as a yes.

"Daaa-ddddy. My tummy hurtsss." Dickie cried out in pain, real tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Well, I have JUST the right medicine for an upset tummy!" Elliot smiled, turning the pot of soup off the stove and letting it cool, and then sat next to his son on the couch. He just slightly lifted Dickie's shirt, and placed his hand on his stomach, rubbing it softly.

Elliot smiled at his boy, "do you feel any better?"

"A little.." he said hopefully.

"Well, I know something else that will help you."

"What is t-?"

Before the words could escape his mouth, Dickie exploded with laughter.

"Daaa-ddyyy! S-s-stop!" Dickie squealed, gasping for air. Elliot was tickling him. He noticed that his children always seemed to feel better when their minds were taken off of their sickness.

"I-I feel be-tter now!" Dickie gasped, still laughing, "you can s-stop!"

Elliot stopped, smiling at his son. "So you feel better?"

Moments later, Dickie sprang at his father, attempting to tickle him.

Though his son failed miserably, Elliot laughed and giggled, as if Dickie was really tickling him.

"Got you back daddy!" Dickie smiled proudly.

"Yeah, you sure did D! Now let's eat."

Soon after Dickie ate, his health was in bad shape again. Elliot was in the bathroom with him, holding his head as he threw up.

"Dadddyy." Dickie choked, tears in his eyes.

Elliot wiped away Dickie's tears and hugged him a little, reassuring his son that everything was going to be okay.

"I don't feel gooood." Dickie groaned, holding his stomach.

"I know baby. But your doctor appointment isn't until later. I don't know what else to do for you."

Dickie was crying. Elliot's heart was breaking. Every time one of his children was sick, they always cried. He never understood why, but figured that it was something all kids did.

"Do you want to lay in my bed and watch TV?" Elliot suggested, ruffling his sniffling sons adorable mess of curly blond hair.

Dickie sniffed, rubbed his puffy red eyes, and nodded his head yes. He weakly grabbed Elliot's hand, and they both walked into Elliot and Kathy's bedroom.
Elliot picked Dickie up and laid him softly on the bed, covering him up with a blanket.

"Whatchya wanna watch kiddo?" Elliot asked, grabbing the remote.

"Mhmmm..Criminal Minds!" Dickie smiled at Elliot.

"Haha! You know you can't watch that!" Elliot winked at his son.

"Okaaaaa-y. How about Spongebob?" Dickie suggested.

"Sounds like a plan!"

"Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you lay with me?"
"Sure."

And so, the day ends like that. Both Elliot and his son, bonding together, watching 'Spongebob Squarepants.'

:)

**I know it was short, but I'm running out of ideas for a story, you guys! If you want to comment or message me with stories you want to hear, PLEASE DO! I don't like writing E/O love stories, but I'll write stories with E/O if you'd like. Just no love stories! I do E/K love stories, and any stories with Elliot and his kids. :) PLEASE comment, and tell me what kind of story you want!***