"I'll take the rib eye steak with mashed potatoes," Elliot Stabler told the waitress, handing her his menu.

The waitress-Lucy, her nametag said-wrote that down on her notepad and glanced up at Olivia. "And you, miss?"

"I would like the house sal- you know what, I'm starving, can I have the same as him?" A little salad would not satisfy her appetite right now, and besides, she was over the whole only-eating-healthy thing.

"Trying to bulk up on muscle?" Elliot raised an eyebrow at Olivia.

"Just hungry," Olivia smirked.

Lucy watched the playful exchange with a smile. "Sure thing sweetie." She took Olivia's menu but stopped before she walked away. "It's refreshing to see a couple so in love."

The two looked at each other laughed.

"Oh no," Olivia said. "We're just friends."

Elliot nodded, still laughing. "No romance here."

When the lady walked away, Olivia took a sip of her drink and looked up at Elliot through her eyelashes. "Can you believe she thought we were together?"

Elliot's baby blue eyes stared at her. She was so god damn beautiful. His first wife, Kathy, had been pretty too, but nothing like Olivia. Olivia had a natural beauty to her. She had fluffy brunette hair with natural highlights, that always smelled like vanilla and something else he couldn't place. Her big, deep brown eyes were simply gorgeous. And she had the prettiest smile-wide, white, and happy. Elliot never got tired of looking at her. "No, I can't believe it." He finally said, even though it was a complete lie.

Olivia chattered about random things that came to her, lively and happy until their food came out. Elliot just nodded every now and again, staring at her

lips as she spoke instead. She didn't seem to notice, and if she did, she didn't let on.

"Wow, this looks great!" Olivia enthused as the waitress set down the eight ounce steak in front of her. "Thanks."

Lucy placed Elliot's plate in front of him, and by the time he was getting ready to cut his first piece, Olivia already had her mouth full. He chuckled, looking at her for a second longer than necessary.

"What? I was hungry!" Olivia said defensively.

Elliot smiled and stuck a piece of his steak in his mouth. As he was chewing, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, without looking at the collar ID.

"Stabler."

Olivia got quiet and continued to eat as Elliot sat in silence, listening to whoever he was talking on the phone too. His face went from confused, to shocked, to completely pissed. Olivia wondered who it was and what they were saying to upset him that much.

"We have to go." Elliot told her, putting his hand over the mouth piece for a second. "Now."

"Why? Who is it?"

Elliot stood up, still on the phone. He ran to the front door of the restaurant, leaving a very confused Olivia behind. She pulled fifty dollars out of her purse and dropped it on the table, knowing whatever was up with Elliot was seriously bad. She ran after him as fast as she could in her three-inch heels.

"El! El." She said softly, grabbing his arm and getting in front of him, forcing him to stop walking. He wasn't on the phone anymore. "Talk to me. What happened? Who was that?"

Elliot ripped his arm from her grasp. He walked around her, stopping when he got to his car a few feet away. "Someone broke into my house and took Lizzie." His voice had such raw anger to it.

"Oh my God." Olivia whispered, standing still. She looked Elliot straight in the eye. "We'll get her back, El."

Elliot nodded solemnly and got into the car. Olivia did the same. They drove to Elliot's, Elliot silent, and Olivia thinking out loud about who could have taken Elliot's fourteen-year-old daughter.

Eli, Dickie, Kathleen, and Maureen all ran out of the house in tears as soon as Elliot's car pulled into the driveway. Dickie was the only one who could coherently speak, so Elliot talked to him as Olivia comforted the rest. Five-year-old Eli immediately jumped into Olivia's arms, scared to death. Kathleen and Maureen hugged her, before stepping back and telling her what happened while they cried and shivered in the cold.

"Dickie, tell me what happened. Start at the beginning." Elliot had his hand on his son's shoulder. They stood away from the others, next to the front porch steps.

"We were all watching a movie, and Eli was sleeping. We heard a noise from the kitchen- like someone was breaking in." Dickie gave his dad a scared look. "So Lizzie went to check on Eli while Maureen went to see what the noise was. The guy pushed Maureen and grabbed Lizzie from the hall. He-he had a gun." It was clear Dickie was shaken up.

A tear fell down Elliot's cheek. He balled his hands into fists.

"Dad, she's gonna be okay. She's strong. And… you're a cop. You'll get her back." Dickie said quietly, trying to comfort his obviously distraught father.

Elliot pulled his son into a manly hug. He knew Lizzie would be alright- she had to be.

A/N:

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