A/N: Okay, I am writing this while I am half asleep, since I stayed up to watch the new Rizzoli & Isles because I missed the first showing of it and I had to watch it at 11. Then all 3 of my sisters decided I was getting up early today. Anyway… the ideas in this chappie are prolly not going to be any good. But The Reviewers deserved a little something. Sorry if it's short.
Did I mention I went to see The Avengers for the first time yesterday? Sad, I know. It was actually more interesting than I thought. Lots of cute guys. I mean, have you seen Captain America? Iron Man? Thor? Daaaaaaamn. I'm rambling. So, REVIEW REPLIES!
Edboy4926: Thanks, I tend to be better at intros than the actual story part…
Amanda4Meloni: I appreciate the heads up on the names. I actually hadn't watched the show in a while so my memory was a bit foggy. Other reviewers weren't as nice as pointing that out to me… Oh and I do want to know why you think that I'm going to make him the father?
OrangeHippopotamus: Thanks for reading, my bestie! :p
Olivia: I will do my best, but my muse seems to leave me often. We have an abusive relationship. =D
Anon: That was not very nice language. I would appreciate it if you talked to me nicer. You would have more efficient results.
Casey15Fun: English is my first language, though I am young. I try my best, and I am unfamiliar as to how beta-ing works. I appreciate your review!
Jennifer Catlin DiNozzo: You liked it that much? I would have to say it wasn't my best. Here's Your next chap, though!
Disclaimer: I know that I have forgotten this in a few chapters/stories, so NOPE, not owned by me.
Elliot woke up to a knock on his door. He groaned and rolled back over; knowing whoever it was could wait. That is, until he heard a female curse. "Dammit, El, I know you can hear me knocking!" He shook his head then walked to the door, opened it and revealed a quite angry looking Olivia.
"What the fuck is this?" She shouted at him, shoving the DNA results to his chest. Elliot opened his door wider so Olivia could come in.
He lifted the paper up, glancing at the name that was printed there. "Why the hell does it say I am a familial match to Kathy Stabler?"
"I-"
"No, El, don't give me a goddamned excuse as to why you didn't tell me. You knew, you bastard! You knew who my mother's rapist was! My father. But you still didn't tell me!"
"How was I supposed to turn my wife's dad in for rape? How, in any way, would that go right for me? Huh? Would you like to tell me that?"
"You could've at least put a rapist in jail! Or maybe have been a friend to me!" She shouted in his face. "El, you would've been my hero."
"Olivia, you don't know how much I wanted to tell you. But I knew I couldn't without knowing for sure! I didn't want to get your hopes up just to be the asshole that burned them down again!"
"So you run a DNA test on Kathy. Why?"
"She was having doubts about her mother's faithfulness. I was being the dutiful husband that makes his wife's worries go away." He explained.
"So what, now you're still fucking loyal to her, not me? El, I thought we were partners." Elliot rubbed his face with his hands and sat down on his couch.
"Liv, he's a changed man. He's a good guy. He does charity work, donates money to places. He's not bad anymore,"
"Go to hell, Elliot! How am I supposed to explain to your kids that I'm actually their aunt? I'd like to have you come up with a brilliant one for that," She said sarcastically.
"You know they think of you as a second mother!"
"Well they have some pretty fucked up mothers! One was the product of a rape the other mother's dad committed, who was cheating on her husband!" Olivia yelled.
"She, she what?"
"Oh El, I-I didn't mean to tell you like that," she whispered.
"No, it-its fine. We're over anyway,"
Olivia sat down next to Elliot on the couch and hugged him. She kissed his ear and said, "I'm sorry,"
Everyone must've been out chasing a lead when Olivia came into the precinct-no one was there. She went up to Cragen's desk and sat down in his chair. She opened the bottom drawer, where she knew he stashed his bottle of bourbon and shot glasses. She ignored the glasses and just took out the bottle. She took a healthy swig and it burned her throat. She didn't know why she was there; it wouldn't help anything.
It probably wasn't a good thing that the bottle was now only a fourth full, considering Olivia was the only one that had taken a drink out of it. She lifted her feet up onto Cragen's desk and leaned back in his chair.
She heard his footsteps on the other side of the door. Olivia didn't try to hide the fact that she had broken in to his stash of alcohol, or that she had been drinking at all. When Cragen walked in, he was surprised to say at least. "Olivia, what're you doing here? Elliot said you weren't feeling okay and that you needed the day off,"
"Oh, Elliot, the good 'ole partner. He is such a sweetheart, ya know?" She slurred.
"Yeah, Liv. He's a good guy. Maybe he'll take you home. How does that sound?"
"He's taking me home? I've always wanted him to do that." Cragen stopped in his tracks at that. It was something he really didn't need to hear.
"Hey, did ya know that his cheatin' bitch of an ex-wife is my sis?"
"No, Liv, I-, wait. What?"
"DNA test. Haven't ya ever heard of one, you old bat? I did one on myself," she said smugly.
"Oh, Liv."
He called Elliot to go and take Olivia home, giving him the rest of the day off. "Take good care of her," he warned.
"You know I will, Cap,"
Elliot crashed into his apartment while clutching Olivia to his side. "Hey, El, did ya take me home yet? I've been waiting a long time," she insisted.
"Nah, Liv, we're at my place."
"Well, are ya gonna take me to your room or what?"
"Olivia Benson, you are one-hundred percent drunk," he told her, trying to pretend that those words didn't do anything to his lower extremities. He decided that she would be more comfortable in a bed, so he lead her to his room. Elliot gently pushed her onto his bed and took her shoes off.
"C'mon El, you know you want to," Olivia's husky voice whispered.
A/N2: Insert creepy organ music here.
