Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
authors note: I got another idea. I don't know how far it'll go chapter wise...but read and review please!!
Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
In Any Other Circumstance
Chapter One
I Could Love You.
Olivia was having thoughts that were deep…too deep. She was thinking about her life. It was virtually like if you took away her job, she would have no life. She was thinking about doing something about that too. She didn't want to live miserably, there was always the option that she could screw up and lose her job, and then the only thing she would have left, would be hers and Elliot's friendship.
It was the strongest friendship in the squad. She needed him, he made her complete. There was always the fact that no matter what guy she was with, she belonged to him, or at least her heart did.
She tried to imagine the horrid for a minute, a life without Elliot Stabler. Her eyes misted up and she thought about how pathetic she was being. She was here in the almost empty squad room, sitting across from the man she loved, and she was tearing up because she imagined life without him. What was really the pathetic part of it, is she didn't know if he loved her back. Her one goal in life…to tell Elliot that she loves him. A goal that she didn't know if she had enough courage to accomplish.
"Olivia, are you okay?" Elliot asked
She slightly jumped at his voice bringing her from her thoughts back into the squad room. She conjured up a, "Yeah…fine."
"You're staring off into space, and your eyes are tearing up. Are you sure?" Elliot asked not giving up on the fact that she was obviously not fine.
"It was probably just allergies, and I was just thinking." Olivia said gathering up files and stacking them neatly.
"Since when do you have allergies?" Elliot asked.
"Lay off." Olivia said softly, hoping he wouldn't take the hard comment to heart.
"What were you thinking about?"
"That's really none of your business. Now is it?" Olivia said with a smirk as she locked the confidential files into her desk.
"I'm your partner, that means full access to your thoughts." Elliot joked.
"Thoughts are private El." Olivia stated
"Come on," Elliot said determined to hear all of the details, "Talk to me Liv."
She stopped cleaning up her desk for a second, and stared off into space. She couldn't look at him, it was too hard to think what he was wondering.
"You ever think of the impact you leave on people?" Olivia asked, "If you've changed their life in a negative or positive way?"
"You changed a lot of people's life, you put away the people who hurt others." He reasoned.
"Yeah but outside of work, all I do is hurt people." Olivia stated managing to look deep into his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Elliot asked trying to understand her.
"Well the job is my life, I have no room for anything else, or anyone else." Olivia stated.
"You do too, you just haven't found the person who is worth wasting your free time with." Elliot said with a smile to soften the blow of what he just said.
"Oh really?" Olivia said smiling back.
"Yeah," Elliot said.
"So answer me this, Stabler." Olivia stated, "If I were to die, who outside of my job would miss me?"
There was an awkward silence, as Elliot tried to figure out one person Olivia talked about outside of her job.
"Olivia, don't say that. I would miss you. Since when don't I matter?" He tried to joke off a serious question.
"You matter too much to me, Elliot. That's the problem." Olivia stated, and without another word she left the squad room. She ignored him when he called for her.
He was so confused by the circumstances of the night and he was determined to find out what made her say what she had just said to him.
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Elliot had gone home, but the thoughts of what she had said and what that could have meant never left his mind. He went over every possibility of what those words meant, but the only plausible possibility was that she cared for him.
She cared for him, but exactly how much is what he wanted to know. You don't find a girl as beautiful as Olivia, who cares for you, and leave it at that. Especially when you love her. He got out of bed and went to his closet to get dressed. He was going to tell her he loved her.
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Elliot paced in front of Olivia's door. He was deciding how he was going to approach the situation. He knew he had to have a reason for showing up at her door at eight going on nine o' clock, besides him wanting to tell her he loved her. So he came up with the next best thing. He had something to go on so he decided it was now or never.
He knocked twice, as casually as he could with the nerves he had. Olivia answered the door in black tank top that hugged her every curve and black cotton short shorts. He could tell she liked sleeping in almost nothing cause he never pegged Olivia as a short shorts type of girl.
"What happened?" Olivia asked, thinking there had to be a plausible explanation for him showing up at her apartment this late.
"What? Nothing. I just wanted to see if you are okay." Elliot stated.
"Elliot….Seriously? it's almost nine o' clock." Olivia joked.
"I couldn't sleep." Elliot stated.
"Well, since you're here." Olivia stepped away from the door and gestured for him to enter her apartment.
He smiled and walked in.
"So really, what are you here for?" Olivia said, "The only guys who show up here this late are men who want sex, and you are sure as hell not getting that so what do you want?"
"Really no sex?" Elliot asked, "No I just want to talk."
She smiled at his joke. He sat down on the couch and she went to the other side and sat down facing him.
"About?" she asked inquisitively.
"Well I wanted to know why you said what you said before you bailed out on me in the precinct." Elliot stated.
"Oh that…" Olivia stated, "I knew you wouldn't let that go."
"Just tell me why," Elliot stated.
She was stuck in between a hard place and a rock. It was either tell him, runaway, or spontaneously die. Running away was the easiest route to take, but he pretty much shot down that opportunity when he came to her house.
"Do you really want to know?" Olivia asked drawing out the time until she had to tell him why.
"Yeah," Elliot stated, "Hence me coming here."
Olivia stood up and walked over to the window. "Elliot what is there to explain?"
Elliot got up and followed her over to the window. He walked up behind her as she looked out into the night. He put his hand on his shoulder.
"Why is it a problem that I matter to you?" Elliot asked.
Olivia stared blankly at the window pane, "I don't know, Elliot. Why do you think that could be a problem?"
Elliot pondered this for a second before answering. "Work?"
"Yeah," Olivia said drawing the word out.
"Liv, I think it's time I tell you something." Elliot stated. He was afraid of rejection but he knew he wouldn't regret it, rejected or not, because it was the way he felt.
"Yeah?" Olivia asked hoping it was the same thing she wanted to tell him.
Elliot was about to put a voice to his words when there was a knock at the door. Olivia gestured for him to wait a second. Olivia wanted more than anything to hear what he had to say, but couldn't at the moment. She opened the door for the second time that night, and was surprised to see Kathleen Stabler standing there.
