Wow I love the reviews that I've been getting. I thought people may not like it with the whole "Olivia is dead" thing but the more you read the more things will stat to make sense, but I don't want to give it all away just yet.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has been or is on Law and Order: SVU.
(Again the part in italics is flashback)
Chapter 2
Elliot slammed his foot down on the break and pulled the handbrake on, his tyres screeched, leaving traces of rubber behind on the road. He got out of the car and slammed the door shut just to let anyone who hadn't heard his entrance from the car notice him now.
He walked around the car and stepped onto the grass, weaving in between the other headstones, making his way to the huge crowd of people dressed in black who were all watching his approach.
Fin, Cragen, Munch, Warner, Casey and Huang all stepped forward to stop him before he reached the crowd.
"What is this shit?" Elliot spat at them, pointing at the crowd of people who had turned up to attend Olivia's funeral.
"Elliot…" Cragen tried to calm him but was cut off by him.
"How can you all just be giving up on her, ha, do you think she would just accept things and turn up at your funerals. What a load of bull, you people call yourself her friends!" Elliot yelled, pacing in front of the road block of people.
"Elliot it's because we are her friends that we are here. I am sorry that this is so hard for you, I know what it's like to lose the person you love, but staying mad and drinking yourself to death isn't going to help." Cragen told him.
Elliot looked at each of them. Casey and Warner both had puffy red eyes, Fin just looked blank, Munch's eyes were hidden behind his sun glasses and Cragen just seemed angry, almost to the point of being confused at what he was so angry at.
Elliot knew he looked rough. His face was red and puffy and tear stained. He hadn't showered in days. He had on a pair of torn jeans and a t-shirt that he'd slept in for the last two nights, he hadn't shaved and had stubble all over his face, he hadn't brushed his teeth and knew for a fact he stunk of alcohol.
"They're not dead." He told them all before he turned and went back to his car, getting in and pulling off before they could stop him.
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Elliot lay on the bed in the dark, he had Olivia's pillow pulled into his body and was resting his face against it, inhaling her lingering scent. He just stared ahead at the cot he and Olivia had set up in the corner of the room.
They had decorated that corner of the room. They had painted the walls cream and had a border that had little grey bears with balloons and flowers on it. He had hung the mobile up above the cot and she had put in all the bedding and fixed the bumper to the sides of it.
They had everything else sorted and ready, they had allocated one cupboard in the kitchen to holding baby things, like bottles and sterilizes, eventually as the baby got older it would hold formula and tins of food as well.
He pushed himself up off the bed and walked over to the cot, still clutching Olivia's pillow. He turned the mobile on and listened as it gently played twinkle twinkle little star.
He turned around and saw the rocking chair he had surprised Olivia with. As he sat down in it holding her pillow tight next to him, resting his chin on it, he remembered her reaction when he had got it her.
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"Elliot can I please open my eyes?" She asked him laughing as she held onto his hands that were covering her eyes.
"No not yet." He said as he led her into the bedroom. "Keep them closed." He said as he stopped her and pivoted her body round. "Okay, open them." He said.
Olivia did as she was told and saw the most stunning rocking chair she had ever seen in her life in front of her. "Elliot." She said as she walked over to it.
"I knew you said you'd love to have one so you could nurse the baby in it." He said proudly as he watch her admire it, stroking the smooth wood. He had put pillows and a blanket over the back of it.
She turned around and sat down in it and began slowly rocking it. "I love it. It's perfect" She said.
Elliot walked over to her and knelt down in front of her. "Good." He said before kissing her.
He placed his hand on her swollen tummy, smiling as he felt his unborn child kicking his hand. "Guess you like it too." He said to the bump.
Olivia just smiled and placed her hand over his as the baby continued kicking. Olivia reached up and turned the mobile on and they both listened to it, the baby slowly stopped kicking. "Guess you like that too."
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Elliot stood up as the music stopped. He walked through the living area and into the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of scotch out of the cupboard and opened it, taking a swig and leaving the lid off so he could drink more.
He still had hold of the pillow. His cell phone began spinning around on the counter as a call came through. He walked over to it, expecting it to be Fin or Munch, one of them checking to see whether or not he'd drank himself to death after crashing the funeral earlier on.
As he looked at caller ID he dropped the bottle and the pillow from his hands. 'Olivia'. He grabbed the phone and flicked it open. "Liv, Liv, Olivia, I'm here. Liv?" He said frantically.
All he heard was silence. "Olivia baby please talk to me, are you there?"
"She's here." A husky male voice said in a sing song tone before hanging up.
"No! Olivia!" He yelled.
He just looked around the dark apartment, he knew they weren't gone and now he was going to find them.
TBC
What do you think, sorry if it seems a little depressing it will pick up.
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