Hey, everybody! Well, I finally did it. 200 stories. Wow... I felt it was only right to make this an SVU story, seeing as how I was an SVU fan first when I started writing. This idea came to me this morning, and the idea of it made me laugh so hard that I had to share. So enjoy, everyone, and please remember to review!

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This story is dedicated to everyone who has read, reviewed and encouraged my writing. The list is too long to write out here, but ya'll know who you are. And I appreciate ya'll much more than I can say. Thank you so much!

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Elliot Stabler was relaxed for once. Sitting comfortably on the couch with a bag of chips, he was thoroughly enjoying a rare day off. He picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels.

Suddenly an ear splitting scream sent him to his feet, and his eyes widened in horror as he ran toward the source of the screams.

He reached the bedroom in record time, breathless and afraid. "What is it? What's wrong?" he demanded.

A pair of wide, frightened brown eyes looked up at him, and he felt as though a train had ran into him when the little body plowed into his legs.

He bent over and picked his daughter up, holding her to his chest. "What's wrong, honey? What is it?"

"Isa 'pider, Daddy! Kill it!" she shrieked, throwing her arms around his neck.

His brow furrowed. "A spider? Is that all?"

She buried her face in his neck. "It was big and brown and it looked at me, Daddy! It tried to eated me!"

"Really?" He rubbed her back and stepped into the room, looking around for the source of his two year old's distress.

She nodded furiously.

"Where is it, Izzy?"

She pointed at a corner of the room, and he walked over and looked around. Finally he saw a small brown spider scurrying up the wall, and he sighed. Izzy was just like her mother, so much it was scary. Olivia was probably the bravest woman he had ever known, but if it had more than four legs...

Daring to take a peek, Isabella raised her head and looked at the wall. But at the sight of the spider, she shrieked and buried her face in her father's neck again. "Kill it, Daddy!"

Elliot sighed again and lifted his leg, pressing his shoe against the spider and killing it. Spotting a tissue on her white bookcase, he picked it up and cleaned up the little spider corpse with one hand. "Okay, it's dead, Izzy."

She looked, then wiggled out of his arms and hit the floor, running out as fast as her chubby little legs would carry her.

A few seconds later, he heard Spongebob on the T.V. in the living room, and he sighed again. Walking into the living room, he said, "Is that all I am to you women? A spider killer?"

No response.

He leaned against the wall. "Well, now you can enjoy your cartoons in peace."

"Shh, Daddy!" she said, pressing a little finger to her mouth.

He stared at her. "Well, I guess I should be used to this by now..."

"Elliot!" Olivia shouted from their bedroom. "Come kill this spider for me. Now!"

He groaned and headed up the stairs. A husband's work was never done...

The End

A/N: Well, there it is. My 200th story. I really hope ya'll enjoyed this and the rest of my works, and everything that's still to come. Thanks again for taking the time to read this.