Elliot and Olivia sat in the Sudan on their way back to the precinct after another case.
"We'll get him, I know it!" he snapped, pounding his fists on the steering wheel.
"Let's just not talk about that right now," she sighed, clenched one hand in a fist and rested her head on it. With the other she reached for the car radio.
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his carhe's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheelthe other on my heartI look around, turn the radio downhe says baby is something wrong?I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a songand he says...our song is the slamming screen doorsneakin' out late, tapping on your windowwhen you're on the phone and you talk real slowcause it's late and your mama don't knowour song is the way you laughthe first date "man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have"and when I got home...before I said amenasking god if he could play it again
Olivia laughed as the song played and then Elliot began to laugh with her.
Elliot looked over at her as they pulled up to a red light. He leaned over and kissed her lips gently and then pulled back. "I should have done that a long time ago," he said really just to himself but it made Olivia smile.
They pulled up to the precinct and Elliot ran around to open the door for Olivia. They walked back into the building and up to the squad room together.I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the dayhad gone all wrong or been trampled onand lost and thrown awaygot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bedI almost didn't notice all the rosesand the note that said...
At the end of the day after everyone had left Olivia looked down at the one corner of her desk where a sticky note was.our song is the slamming screen doorsneakin' out late, tapping on your windowwhen you're on the phone and you talk real slowcause it's late and your mama don't knowour song is the way you laughthe first date "man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have"and when I got home...before I said amenasking god if he could play it again
Olivia smiled when she read the song lyrics. She put the note in the top drawer, got up to get her coat and walked out.I've heard every album, listened to the radiowaited for something to come alongthat was as good as our song...
She walked up the stairs to the crib and was met by a familiar face. She smiled and walked over to the beds.cause our song is the slamming screen doorsneaking out late, tapping on his windowwhen we're on the phone and he talks real slowcause it's late and his mama don't knowour song is the way he laughsthe first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I could have"and when I got home, before I said amenasking god if he could play it again
Olivia wrapped her arms around Elliot's neck.
Elliot put his hands on Olivia's waist.I was riding shotgun with my hair undonein the front seat of his carI grabbed a pen and an old napkinand I...wrote down our song
Their lips met again but this time they went slow and took time to explore each other, like they should a long time ago.