Hey everyone! I'm in Australia, YAY! I made this new friend at camp, she's letting me use her laptop to write with while we both come up with the stories. It's pretty cool here, it's blazing hot though. But anywho, this is one of my new stories, I hope it's good, I try my best. Oh, in case you don't know, dyslexia- comes up in the story- is a mental disorder that challenges the brain when you try to read, makes writing come up backwards or upside down, and you usually can't write correctly, just in case you needed to know. OK, that's about it, hope you enjoy and if you don't... don't read it! :):):)
"Daddy higher! Higher!" Little Michelle Stabler giggled as her father pushed her on the swings.
Elliot laughed and pushed harder and harder on the swing, making his five year old daughter go up higher on every push. It was the last day of summer vacation, and since Michelle was scared about entering the first grade- when they tested her for kindergarten the teachers had said that she would never be nearly as challenged as the other kids because she had already learned her alphabet-sort of, she still had trouble with the quality of her spelling and her reading-, numbers and basic math and writing skills from watching her father intently- Elliot had decided to take her to her favorite park, to soothe her mind.
Especially as a single dad, Elliot had always taken much pride and care for Michelle, she was his life and spirit. So he always taught her what she needed to know to survive in the outside world, and she was already at five an extremely bright girl. When Michelle's mother, Kathy, left Elliot only a week after Michelle was born, Elliot had sworn to protect her from any sorrow that the world could bring to such a precious, innocent girl.
And by the looks of her, so far he has done a superb job, because every day she woke up as cheery as ever, eager to get out into the open universe and explore everything there was to see. Even on their bad days, she still stayed proud and strong, and Elliot felt as if he could never be happier, well, at home that is.
Work wasn't going too great for him this month. The last case that he worked got to him bad, so bad that he had actually hospitalized the perp when he was interviewing him. So for now, Elliot was on suspension, suspected to come back to work in about another month or so.
"Daddy! Watch me jump off, I know how to land on my feet now!" Michelle called down below her.
"OK! Let's see it." Eliot said, standing back to get a better view.
"Remember, sweetheart, count your swings back from three then jump." Elliot reminded.
"I know! One... two... three!" Michelle squealed as she let go of the swing and went airborne into the sky, then, as promised, landing flat on her feet into the soft, hot sand.
Michelle clapped her hands vigorously and turned around to face Elliot, then waved over to him proudly. He walked towards her to give her a high five.
"Nice one, kiddo. Flawless." Elliot congratulated.
"I told you I could do it, daddy." Michelle teased and stuck out her tongue.
Elliot laughed and stuck his tongue out as well and put his thumbs to his ears and wiggled his fingers.
"Daddy! Stop! Hey, can we go get ice cream?" Michelle smiled sweetly, jutting her lower lip out at her father and looking into his identical-to-hers baby blue eyes.
"Mmm... why not?" Elliot smiled, pulling Michelle to his side and hugging her.
"Can we walk on the trail? Daddy please!" Michelle pleaded more, referring to the sidewalk.
"Uh huh." Elliot nodded, guiding her over to the sidewalk.
"So... did coming to the park help you calm down about the whole school thing?" Elliot asked as they began to walk down the street to Michelle's favorite ice cream shop.
"Sorta. But I'm still a little scared." Michelle admitted.
"And why is that?"
"Because... I'm smarter than all the other five year olds... and I'm gonna be put in a class with bigger kids, that I don't even know. What if they make fun of me?"
"Oh Michelle, no one is gonna pick on you... you're an amazing girl to be around. But, if they do, you can always come to me, or a teacher. And who says you have to be friends with the older kids? You can still play with the kids your age at recess."
"Yeah, you're right." Michelle smiled and hugged Elliot again, then focused on the sidewalk as they turned a corner.
"Hey daddy?" Michelle thought of something again.
"What if I'm not smart enough?" She asked.
"Easy, then we put you back into kindergarten with the other kids your age, but I'm pretty sure that you will be doing just fine, OK? Hey look, we're here. Come on, lets go get some of your favorite ice cream, then we can head home, get all of your school stuff ready." Elliot smiled, pulling her into the small ice cream parlor.
Elliot and Michelle arrived hand in hand up the steps to their apartment building and were walking down the hall to their number when they saw a bunch of people crowding apartment 2B. Movers.
"Who are they, daddy?" Michelle asked, looking up towards Elliot.
"Apparently we're getting a new neighbor." Elliot said.
He and Michelle then went inside their house and continued with their school organization for the next day.
"Crayons?" Elliot called off of the list of needed school supplies for the first graders. Michelle grabbed the pack of crayons her dad bought her not too long ago and stuffed them into the smallest pocket of her jansport backpack.
"Check." She said.
"Two or three number two pencils with a small sharpener."
Michelle shoved them into her pink pencil box and set it back down on the ground.
"Check."
"And lastly, two glue sticks or one bottle of glue."
Michelle already had the glue sticks placed in her pencil box which was already in her backpack.
"Done."
Elliot smiled and folded the piece of paper back up and placed it in his pocket, just in case they needed to double check any time soon.
"Alrighty, you're good to go! And I already made your lunch, its in the fridge and your lunch bag is on the counter. The cooler for it is in the freezer. And that's it, honey." Elliot smiled and pulled Michelle into a quick hug before pulling out his iPhone and checked the time.
"Whoa, it's already eight thirty. Time to put your little butt to bed." Elliot laughed as Michelle got up and ran to her room.
"Hurry up! Or I'm gonna getcha! I'm coming!" Elliot called out.
Michelle giggled and jumped under the covers of her bed, trying to protect herself from Elliot. But it didn't work, he towered over her and started tickling her madly until she finally couldn't breath.
"Give up?" Elliot chuckled.
Michelle laughed crazily and nodded her head and snuggled into her pillow.
"Good. Cause it's bedtime." Elliot reached over and turned off the lamp right next to Michelle's head, then bent down and kissed her cheek.
"Goodnight baby, I love you." Elliot mumbled.
"Love you too, daddy." Michelle smiled, her eyes already shut.
"See you tomorrow morning." Elliot whispered, then left the room, leaving the door open just a crack, like he always did for her.
"Alright baby, this is it. Now remember, if you think that it's just not working out for you, just tell the teacher and we will get it all fixed out, OK?" Elliot assured.
The two of them were both standing outside the door to Michelle's new classroom, and Elliot was just about to take off. Michelle looked really nervous, because all of the other kids had seemed to know each other, and when they looked at her they looked confused.
"OK, bye daddy. I love you." Michelle whispered, then hugged Elliot one last time for good luck.
"Bye bye princess, I'll see you after school, right here." Elliot assured.
Michelle nodded and rushed over to the door to her classroom, waved goodbye to Elliot one last time, then walked into the brightly decorated classroom. In the center the room there were four large (to the kids) round tables in a box like pattern. Six chairs, four of each color of the rainbow, with one rainbow set per table, were set out. Michelle looked over to the large whiteboard on the farthest wall of the room. She thought it read in bold and decorated letters: "Ms. Benson's class, room 108. Take a seat with your last years table buddies.", but she couldn't really make out the whole sentence well. Michelle looked around at all of the kids who were gathering up in the room, setting their stuff down in their designated areas.
"Are you lost, sweetie?" Michelle heard someone ask her.
She jumped and shot around, looking up at the pretty woman staring down at her. She looked nice, maybe she was her teacher this year.
"Are you my teacher?" Michelle asked her hopefully.
"Well, I don't remember you from last year, and all of my kindergarten students transferred up to my first grade class, so I don't know. Oh! Wait a minute! Are you miss... Michelle Stabler?" Olivia asked.
Michelle nodded her head and tapped her toes in her shoes nervously.
"Oh you poor thing, you must be so confused! I'm sorry about that I really forgot that I got a new student this year. But at five, wow, you must be a smart girl. Oh, Vanessa, sweetheart can you come here for a moment please." Olivia ordered one of the girls from table two.
The girl nodded and came running over.
"Hi, I'm Vanessa. Yes, Ms. Benson?" Vanessa greeted Michelle.
"Hi there Vanessa, did you have a fun summer?"
She nodded.
"Great. Listen, I need you to do me a big favor, you see this here is Michelle. She's supposed to be in kindergarten but she's so smart that she got sent here instead, so she's very confused. Could you show her around the classroom and just introduce her to everyone at your table, she's going to sit next to you this year." Olivia instructed.
"OK, come on, Michelle, I'll let you have the purple seat, cause it's the prettiest." Vanessa smiled and dragged Michelle over to their table and let her set her backpack down. Michelle smiled at Vanessa shyly, she liked her free spirit because it matched her own, and she liked how she wasn't shy to share everything with her.
Olivia watched closely as more students piled in and Vanessa introduced Michelle to every one of them. Olivia couldn't help but smile at this little Michelle girl, she was very straight forward, honest, she was definitely a sweetheart and kind soul, and as the minutes went on and on, Olivia saw more and more personality burst out of Michelle's tiny body.
Suddenly the bell rang, and Olivia ordered for all the students, except for Michelle, to take a seat. All the tiny children's eyes found their way up to her, and Olivia smiled.
"Woow! Very impressive, you all know that 'I heart a silent start', well that was really good. OK, so, first order of business, I don't know if you all have noticed, but this is the exact same classroom and classmates and, of course, teacher that you all had last year. Except, for this little one. Everyone, I'd like you all to meet Michelle Stabler, she will be joining us in our learning trip this year." Olivia announced.
The whole class erupted into hello's and hi's everywhere and then quickly got quiet again, because they all knew what the wrath of Ms. Benson looked like, and it was not pretty.
"OK Michelle, you can go take a seat. Now, next, in order to let Michelle get to know each other better, and just in case any of you would like to share anything, I'm going to go table by table, and you all say your name and age, and if you don't wish to say anything else, that's fine, just say the word pass, OK? Ok, so... Michelle let's start with table two at the end of the rainbow, tell everyone about yourself." Olivia smiled brightly at the little girl as she looked at Vanessa and giggled.
"OK. Um... I'm Michelle Stabler, I just turned five last month..." just like that the whole class bursted out.
'you're only five?!' 'You aren't supposed to be here!' 'I'm confused.' Those were the only types of things Michelle could hear being said throughout the classroom until Ms. Benson put a fist in the air.
Vanessa and everyone else joined her in throwing their fists up, so Michelle did it too, a little confused.
"It means hush up." Vanessa whispered.
Michelle nodded and set her fist down with everyone else.
"Well then, yes it is true, Michelle is only five years old. Michelle had to skip kindergarten this year because when they gave her a special test, she got really high scores so they put her in here." Olivia explained.
All of the children then nodded as they began to process why she was here.
"So, Michelle, you were saying?" Olivia let her continue.
"Oh, right, OK I'm five. And for summer, me and my daddy went all the way to California and went camping for two weeks, then we came back home and I got to spend some time with my mommy for a couple days, and... yeah." Michelle giggled, Vanessa still whispering funny stuff under her breath.
Olivia nodded and smiled at Michelle.
All of the children got their time to talk about summer, and by the time everyone was done it was time for recess. All of the kids scurried to the door, and right when Michelle and Vanessa were leaving to go play four square with some of Vanessa's other friends, Olivia called Michelle back in for a minute.
"Bye Michelle, if you still have more time I'll be over on the four square court." Vanessa smiled, running away to go catch up with her friends.
"Yes Ms. Benson?" Michelle asked.
"Come here, sit down for a second." Olivia smiled, patting the circular table for Michelle to join her.
Michelle obeyed the order and walked back over to her seat and sat back down. She looked up at Olivia curiously.
"So... I noticed that when you mentioned your age earlier today and everyone got surprised, you kind of spazzed a little there. And I just wanted to tell you, don't let those older kids intimidate you one bit. I did the same thing when I was your age, I had to skip first grade because I was smarter than them, but sometimes the second graders intimidated me." Olivia smiled.
"You know what intimidate means, right?" Olivia asked.
Michelle nodded, her dad told her what the word meant when she was three, and Captain/'Grandpa' Cragen yelled at Elliot for intimidating their perp too much.
"My daddy told me when I was three. It means to physically or emotionally threaten or scare someone by appearance." Michelle recited what her father told her when she was a kid.
Olivia looked down at Michelle and laughed slightly, she was really smart for her age. It was actually quite intriguing to Olivia
"Hey Michelle?" Olivia started.
"Yes?"
"I've got something important to tell you, and I really need you to remember it and tell your mommy or daddy after school today, OK?" Olivia smiled and patted Michelle's hand with her own.
Michelle nodded excitedly at Olivia, she could remember anything if she really wanted to. She was perfectly capable of remembering anything Olivia wanted for three more hours.
"OK, so you know how you took that test earlier in the year? Well I just got your test results yesterday, and I need to have kind of like a parent teacher conference with parents after school. I won't say anything bad about you, I just need to talk about your advantages and disadvantages being in this class. So, do you think you can remember to tell your mommy after school?" Olivia smiled at her.
Michelle shook her head slowly and pouted for a second.
"My mommy doesn't love as much as daddy, she left when I was just an 'itty bitty baby.'" Michelle quoted from her father.
"Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart, I mean, I only assumed. But I get it, I never met my daddy, he... died, before I was born." Olivia lied, she wasn't going to tell this innocent five year old how her mother was raped.
"But I can tell my daddy after school, he'd love to come see you. He's siiingllle." Michelle giggled and wagged her eyebrows at Olivia. She laughed and patted Michelle's shoulder.
"Well that's great, so am I, and after only one conference with your father, I think I'm staying that way. No go, you've still got five minutes, go play four square, make new friends." Olivia smiled, and gave Michelle a small push to speed her up when she got up from the chair.
Michelle smiled to herself. She really like Ms. Benson, and she just knew that her father was going to love her, it just had to happen. Michelle ran over to the four square court and waved at Vanessa, who was in the middle of a game. She quickly looked back to Ms. Benson's room and smiled.
'She'll love my daddy. I'll make sure of it.' She thought to herself.
The rest of the day went by in a wink of an eye, the only thing the class did that day was catch up with everyone else, then a few games and arts and crafts, and right now all the kids were all cutting out colored pieces of paper to make their selves out of for their 'me posters' which Ms. Benson was going to hang all of them up for back to school night next week.
"OK, kids, there's only two more minutes, just leave the undone 'me posters' on your desk and I'll collect them when the glue dries. Besides the posters though, it's time to pack up!" Olivia announced to the class.
Michelle was probably the fastest one to clean up, because instead of making a random Mosaic of her face the the other children did, she actually used her ruler and measure the height and width of her face and cut out a circle with the same measurements. Vanessa thought she was a true genius for doing so, and Michelle just told her honestly, her father taught her how to do that.
Michelle slapped her backpack on her back and waited over by her desk for the bell, talking to Vanessa. Olivia smiled at all of the kids in the room, she missed them over the break, and she loved having them back in her class. She looked over to Michelle. She wasn't going to remind her about the conference with Elliot, she wanted to put Michelle's mind span to the test.
The bell rang abruptly, and Michelle and Vanessa were so caught up in conversation that everyone basically ran them over to get to the door. Vanessa giggled and grabbed her backpack off the table.
"It was fun meeting you, Michelle. I'm excited to have you in my class, I've gotta go, bye!" Vanessa called out as she ran to her awaiting mother at the door.
When the two cleared the doorway, Michelle could see from here two people waiting outside.
"Daddy!" Michelle cheered, running out the door and over to Elliot.
Olivia walked over to Michelle's chair and laughed. She down at the pieces of paper that she had neatly cut out, and was honestly surprised to see the measurements of each on the back of all of them.
"Auntie Alex, what are you doing here?" Michelle asked in Elliot's arms.
"I wasn't gonna miss your first day of school, you miss skip a grade! Gosh, you're getting too big and smart.
Michelle giggled and looked down at Elliot.
"Daddy, Ms. Benson gave me special words to say to you, she told me to tell you she needs 'to just talk about your advantages and disadvantages being in this class. " Michelle repeated.
"I thought that that would happen. That's why auntie Alex is here, she's gonna take you home while I talk to Ms. Benson." Elliot said.
"OK, but can I see Ms. Benson first?" Michelle pleaded.
"Alright, you can come in with me, but once it gets serious you're going home." Elliot warned, setting her down and watching her run inside.
"Ms. Benson I got him! He's here!" Michelle called over to her.
Olivia was currently switching her textbooks around, so there were tons of boxes she was carrying around everywhere. She set down the box she was currently replacing and stood up straight to see a very handsome man with baby blue eyes step into the classroom.
Elliot's mouth basically fell to the floor when he saw her, she was incredible. Her shoulder length brown hair had gotten a little in her face, just barely covering all of her right eye. She quickly brushed her hair off of her eye and smiled.
"Hello, Mr. Stabler, I'm Ms. Benson. Sorry about the boxes, I'm just in the middle of switching textbooks over with the classroom down the hall." She smiled, extending her hand to shake with Elliot.
"Hi, please, call me Elliot. So, Michelle tells that you need to talk to me about some advantages and disadvantages." Elliot said.
"Nice job remembering, girl. Um, yes I do, oh here, have a seat." Olivia said, pulling out two of the chairs to table three.
"Hey, Michelle baby, it's time to go, you don't want to keep auntie Alex waiting." Elliot said softly.
Michelle nodded and gave her dad one more hug and kiss before she left. Elliot smiled and sat back down with Olivia. He sighed and shook his head at his daughter.
"Ah, she gets a little excited about... everything." Elliot chuckled.
"Oh that's natural, and she's actually a little cute when she hangs on your every word." Olivia smiled.
"She does that to you too?" Elliot asked.
Olivia nodded.
"But that's only when she's not talking about you. She is actually advancing her performance more than the other kids just by cutting out paper. You see, we were making these posters today where they had to cur out construction paper and make their faces, then put down three sentences that described their personality. These are the ones that the kids were doing." Olivia said, pointing down to the pictures on the desk.
She quickly got up and retrieved Michelle's then sat back down with Elliot.
"And that is Michelle's. Mr. Stabler, she was measuring the length and width of her actual head." Olivia pointed out.
Elliot smiled and looked down at the poster Michelle made. He and Michelle made something like that together for her room, except it was a butterfly and the measurements they cut out on wood.
"Uhm, yeah. I guess I'm guilty of that one. I taught her how to do that last year when she helped me build and paint a wooden butterfly to hang up in her room. I taught her that trick so she would always evenly cut things out." Elliot explained.
"Yes, but Elliot, that is ninth grade geometry she was learning. She is five. It is actually really amazing to me to find someone her age who even knows a little bit about second or third grade material, let alone ninth." Olivia admitted.
"Well thank you, Ms. Benson. But its not me, I'm only showing her, she is the one who actually asked me to measure out a butterfly and multiply the size by making a bigger one." Elliot said honestly.
"Please, call me Olivia." Olivia grinned.
"Olivia, lovely name. Suits a lovely girl, anyways..." before Elliot could continue he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out and quickly looked at who was calling. 'Home' popped up on the screen.
"I'm so sorry, do you mind if I take this?" Elliot asked.
"Oh take your time." Olivia smiled, then got up to go do more boxes while he talked.
"Stabler." He answered.
"Daddy, do you like her? Do ya?!" He heard his daughter answer.
"Michelle, I was in the middle of talking with her until you called. Yeah, I like her, she's telling me all of your secrets." Elliot joked.
Elliot heard Michelle scream no a bunch of times and Olivia at the other side of the room laughing at how loud Michelle was.
"Sweetheart I'll be home soon, OK? Just go play with Alex and before you know it I'll be home. I gotta go now, baby, see you soon." Elliot said into the phone.
"Love you!" Michelle said, already preoccupied with something else.
"Love you more." Elliot hung up.
He put his phone back into his pocket and looked over to Olivia, who was picking up the two stacked up boxes of textbooks to go bring to a teacher.
"Oh here, let me get them." Elliot insisted, rushing to her side and grabbing the boxes out of her arms.
He carried them over to the door as if they were weightless, making Olivia notice for the first time today how incredibly built he was. His biceps jutted out from the dark shirt that he had on which made Olivia's mouth dry. She could just imagine herself fitting in those same arms as he carried her to bed, she could imagine his strong muscles deflating as he held Michelle when she slept, when she cried, when she was hurt.
There you go, not that bad." Elliot said, snapping Olivia out of her trance.
"Oh, thanks for the help, Ms. Martinez has a key to my room, I'll just let her get them. So what did Michelle need?" Olivia asked.
"She wanted to know if I liked you." Elliot chuckled.
"Oh, little troublemaker's playing matchmaker." Olivia smiled.
"Something like that. Oh, back on the subject, she didn't give you any trouble about the whole situation today did she? Because she was paranoid yesterday." Elliot asked.
"No, not at all. She was very nervous at first, but I set her up with this little girl, Vanessa. She's just like Michelle. Your daughter fit in just fine." Olivia informed.
"But, there is one thing that does concern me." Olivia announced.
"What's that?" Elliot asked.
"Well I was looking at her test from last month, and I did notice something about her. When she started the math test she did just fine, a natural at math. But when she got to the English portion and had to read every problem, she got a little weird with it. She was writing all of the paragraphs on the page in an upside down font." Olivia started.
"Oh, her dyslexia? Yeah, I knew that that was going to be a problem. I've been taking her to the doctor about it every Saturday, he says for now just let her write paragraphs upside down when she needs to read them, and he is now working with her letter by letter." Elliot explained.
"OK that's great. Yeah, I saw that and I didn't know if you knew, but it did concern me. That was the disadvantage I was talking about. If her dyslexia doesn't get better, we might have to give her after school reading lessons. Maybe even drop her back down a grade." Olivia warned.
"I know, I was just talking to the counselor about that a couple weeks ago, said they might have to pull her. She would be devastated if she found out that she wasn't capable of first grade level material. She is such an over achiever and a perfectionist, I always tell her that everyone had their flaws but she sometimes beats herself up because she can't read right." Elliot sighed.
"Awe, poor little Michelle. You know, if you would like, I'm actually one of the teachers of the reading classes. If she feels that she would be embarrassed taking the class here I would be more than happy to give her a few tutoring sessions. That way I could also make sure she has the right qualities for my class if she is to continue." Olivia smiled.
"Really, you would do that for her? Well... thank you. Sure, I would be happy to have you over at my place to help her, or if you want to go somewhere else that's fine too." Elliot stuttered.
"Great. Whenever she's ready I'll just call you and set it up. But for now, I've got to get home, I just moved into my new apartment yesterday, still things everywhere to unpack." Olivia chuckled, walking over to her desk to pull her keys out of her drawer.
"Oh, I know the feeling of that. I was always moving around when I first joined the police academy. I would go from L.A. all the way to Nashville for an undercover case or a new job in a matter of hours." Elliot stated, thinking back to his first few years of being a cop, what his friends like to call the "testing days."
"You're a detective?" Olivia asked shocked, how could a man so nice and sweet have a job like that?
"Of four years, currently in Special Victims Unit." Elliot announced proudly.
"Really... that's a tough one." Olivia sighed.
"Yeah I know, especially when I have to go home to Michelle... she's my baby, if anything like I see every day ever happened to her... I'd probably go insane." Elliot spoke softly.
Olivia knew the feeling. Hell, she was one of those kids, it's just that she never got saved from it as a kid. She lived through that trauma for seventeen years, now, when she moved to New York, she has a crazy, sex addicted ex-boyfriend to deal with, who no matter how many times she moves he always finds out where she lives. In other words, Olivia knew the feeling, because her life was just as messed up.
"I probably would too if I were in your shoes... anyways, like I've said, I really should get going." Olivia put on a plastic smile, hiding all of the hurt she had remembered deep inside her, like she always did, and looked up at Elliot, into his crystal blue eyes.
"Yeah, me too. But it was nice meeting you, I'll see you again next week for back to school night. And I'll talk to Michelle tonight, we'll set something up for her later on." Elliot said and shook her hand once again.
Elliot pulled in to the parking spot of his apartment and pulled the key out of the ignition to his car. He sighed and opened the door, stepping out and into the fresh air. He turned around and closed the door, locked the car, and was about to walk into the building when he saw a car pull into the garage as well. Elliot smiled at the neighbors in the car and waved, thinking it was probably someone he already knew from inside. But then he took a deeper look inside the car, and saw a woman, who was extremely familiar.
"Olivia?" Elliot called out as the woman parked her car and opened the door. There she stood, just as shocked as he was.
"Elliot! What, what are you doing here?" Olivia asked.
"Um, going inside. I live here." Elliot laughed.
"Really! Small world, huh, I told you I just moved yesterday." Olivia smiled.
"Yeah. Well come on, I'll walk you in. What floor are you on?" Elliot asked as they got inside and into an elevator.
"Eight, I'm 2B." Olivia told him. Elliot looked down at her surprised. She was the reason why all of the movers were surrounding his front door yesterday, it was all her.
"No! It was you! Michelle and I were getting home from the park and ice cream late last night and I was trying to open the door, but people kept bumping into Michelle and she started complaining about them, asking me who they were and why they were being mean to her. I had to explain that you were just moving and they were just doing their job." Elliot chuckled.
"What really? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get in anyone's way. Gosh, I can't even move anywhere anymore without getting into trouble with someone." Olivia apologized.
The elevator door swung open and up they were on the eighth floor, just a few steps away from their apartments. They passed the last of the A buildings, then came B1, and there was B2, Olivias's door. across from her was B3, Elliot's door. Elliot and Olivia laughed at the short amount of distance there was from the two. Looks like it wouldn't really take much effort to contact Olivia about anything serious. Suddenly, like she knew he was home, Michelle swung the front door open, and smiled up at Elliot.
"Auntie Alex, Daddy's home!" Michelle cheered, running to his spot in the hallway and jumping onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
Olivia smiled sadly up at Michelle. She wished that a child could one day scream like that when they saw her get home from work, jump into her arms, he child saying sweetly, 'I love you, Mama.' But so far in life, nobody worthy of a relationship has come up yet, except for the man she stood in front of right now, but that would probably never happen.
"Ms. Benson! What are you doing here?" Michelle smiled over to Olivia as she still held tightly onto Elliot's neck.
"I live right across from you two, sweetheart.' Olivia explained.
Michelle beamed with happiness. Yes, her plan had worked. Her and Elliot had fallen in love, and Elliot would soon remarry and have Olivia move in with them and live happily forever after. Michelle always had a big imagination, sometimes Elliot wondered how much useful information was in that child's brain compared to all of the ludicrous stories and fantasies she had come up with. But little did anyone, not even Michelle, know, that this recent fairy tale she had in mind... no matter how crazy and out of the question it was, if little Michelle Stabler played her cards right and fair, her job as matchmaker would be a complete success.
Hello everyone viewing! My name is Siena, and I'm not from this channel! I hope that you all have visited Suninthemorning's stories, she showed them to me just a second ago after our swim and I love them. We share a cabin this year, so I'm getting to know her pretty well. This is one of the stories we have been writing, I as well as Suninthemorning (I'm keeping her name a secret!) love watching SVU, and I'm also a fan of the Hunger Games. But on the other hand, we are still going to try to write more for this story, but we are really busy with camp, and what we are doing is making a bunch of first chapters to new stories then leaving them aside to add to them later. I want to see how many ideas I could make for stories. Ok, I will stop rambling on, now. I hope you enjoyed, see ya!