A/N: Is everything really "happy"? Trouble in paradise soon to come… By the way, thank you for the reviews! I've been really tempted to start a new fic but the pairing won't be E/O but O/T… just a thought going through my mind that won't leave me alone. Anyway, I'm watching the SVU marathon on USA and "Savant" is on. The girl, Katie, gives Elliot a hug. I want to hug him… okay, on to chapter seven.
"Where's Fin?" Elliot asks anyone who has an answer.
Munch hesitantly rubs the back of his neck, "He's in the cribs. He's pretty mad at you, Elliot… and he's your partner." He grins at Elliot before turning around and heading into his office.
Elliot didn't except all this to be easy. Olivia hasn't made eye contact with him since he walked in but did manage to get a "hi" from her. He sighs; there was still a lot to do at work and at home. He had found a two bedroom apartment a few days earlier and should be moving in, in about week. He had taken Lizzie and Dickie with him to help him furniture shop because Lizzie claimed that he'd "pick out the ugliest things in the store". He is still having trouble adjusting that his baby girl is pregnant but he's giving her all of his support.
He looks one last time at Olivia as Munch hands her a pink slip and then she walks out with Nick, her partner.
"Where were you?"
"At work, where else?" Olivia looks at Trevor questioningly as she walks past him towards the drawer. "Why?" she pulls out a tank top and black and pink plaid pajama bottoms.
"It's one in the morning," Trevor points at the clock on the night stand, "it's late. Your shift is over at nine o'clock."
Olivia takes off her blazer then shirt before putting on her tank top. Her hands go to her hips, and she gives Trevor an unpleased look, "I know it's over at nine, Trevor. I had a shitload of paperwork Munch wanted us to finish." She pulls down her slacks and kicks them off before pulling on her pants that hung low on her hips. "This needs to stop. It's only been twelve days since Elliot came back and every time I'm late you interrogate me as if you were a fucking cop!"
Trevor approaches her and tries to wrap his arms around her but she moves away and sits down on her side of their bed. "Olivia… you better not be lying to me."
Olivia rolls her eyes, "You're right," she begins and she sees the hurt in his blue eyes, "I'm lying. I was actually making love with my Spanish lover, Enrique, behind the Dunkin' Donuts next to KFC where I am pretty sure we conceived eight babies. That's right. It was unprotected."
"Olivia…"
"Don't."
She feels the bed dip as he sits down next to her. He puts one arm around her shoulders and presses his lips to the side of her head, "I'm sorry. It's just with Elliot back, I feel threatened."
"I barely say a sentence to the man, Trevor. Nothing's the same with Elliot and me… I don't know if we can go back to the way things used to be." She drops her head to his shoulder and places her hand on his knee.
"I don't want it to go back to the way it used to be with you and Elliot, Liv." He rubs her arm. He's scared that he may lose the only woman he has truly been able to love completely. "Because if things went back to the way you and Stabler…"
Olivia lifts her head and looks into his blue eyes, "Trevor, I love you." She assured him with a quick kiss to the lips. But she can't help but to admit to herself, that all the familiar feelings she felt when Elliot was around were rushing back now that he has returned. Trevor has nothing to worry about, she tells herself. And to reassure herself and her husband, she pushes him down on the bed.
"Livia…?"
She places her index finger over his lips, silencing him. She climbs on top of him, straddling his waist, and lowers her head to his ear, "Nothing to worry about. He isn't going to change our relationship Trevor; no one will." But she isn't completely sure who she is trying to convince more.
Trevor flips them over with on top of her now; his stubble is tickling her face as his kisses travel to her neck and begins to suck on her pulse point. He pulls back and stares at where a nice looking bruise appeared. She isn't aware of it, but he did it to show anyone who's looking that this goddess of a woman is his. The ring on her finger also proves that.
"Okay… So what did he look like?" Dickie holds a small notepad and mechanical pencil in his hands, ready to jot bullet notes on the guy that got his sister pregnant. He was serious when he had said that he was going to find the guy even though he is possibly overseas in some country… far away.
Lizzie groaned and rubbed her barely there bump. She is three months along and moving in with her father the next day, so while Dickie is questioning her about her baby's father, he's also helping her move while their father is at work.
"Lizzie…"
"Dickie…" she sticks her tongue out at him. "Look, I don't know! I was drunk!" she sits back on the headboard of her old bed. "Um… I know he had, like, black hair and there might have been red on the tips. Honestly, I think he was gay."
"He slept with you." Dickie points out as he wrote down "black hair, red tips". "I don't think a gay guy would… you're kind of missing something, sis."
"Just because he's gay doesn't mean he couldn't have slept with me. He can choose to have sex with a woman, but he's attracted to men which is something he can't help." Lizzie stands up and tries to help her twin out with one of her boxes when he slaps her hand away, "Richard, I think I can carry this shoe box out to your car. It only has pictures in it."
"A lot of pictures," Dickie smiles at her and takes the box before she could get to it. "Eye color?" he asks as they make their way down the stairs of the house they grew up in.
"I don't know… I know they weren't brown or anything. For all I know he could wear contacts!" she wants Dickie to drop the subject so they can meet up with their father for lunch.
Dickie sighs and runs his hand through his hair after he puts the box in the back of his car. "Liz, this guy needs to take responsibility for what he did! I thought you said you were on that birth control thing. How did you get pregnant?"
Lizzie leans against her brother's Civic and answers, "I was on it… I forgot to take it the next day because I spent most of the day puking my guts out and recovering from my hangover. Sperm stays inside for seventy-two hours, three days."
"That's gross."
"You learn something new every day."
"Nick, say 'hi' to Trevor so he can leave me alone… again."
Nick Amaro takes her cellphone, "Hey, Trevor… yeah, yeah… I'm her partner. Why would she… right… uh, bye." He gives Olivia a confused look and hands her back the phone which he hangs up. "What's that all about?" he leans back in his chair and kicks his feet up on the desk and folds his harms over his chest.
"He's assuming that I'm cheating on him." Olivia explains with an eye roll.
"Are you?"
"No!"
Nick shrugs and smiles innocently. "Sorry. I mean, you are pretty hot so I don't blame him for being worried. But why did it start all of a sudden?" He takes his feet off his desk and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He looks around the room before looking back at his partner, and whispers, "Is it Stabler?" When she nods, he says, "I don't know much about your partnership with him, but Munch always said you two were the best. Fin told me you two were the best of friends. Cragen always said you two had a friendship and partnership like no other… did you and him ever…?"
Olivia shakes her head and replies, "Never. He was married throughout our partnership. I respected Kathy and him. When they had their rough times and Kathy was on the verge of leaving him, I talked her out of it. I though, you know, 'hey, one of us has to be happy'."
"You were in love with him." Nick realizes with a nod. "This is why Trevor keeps calling. He wants to make sure you aren't alone with him because he's scared that with him back then those feelings will come back, and now that Stabler's single, you'd leave him for Stabler."
"What about Stabler, Amaro," Elliot asks, walking in and sitting down at his desk. Fin is right behind him, grumbling obscenities, and holding an ice pack over his eyes.
"Nothing," Nick and Olivia say quickly and she shoots him a look. He smiles, sheepishly, at her. "Sorry," he apologizes and turns his attention to Fin. "What happened?"
Fin huffs and glares at Elliot. "Stabler, here, ducked jus' in time for the father of the vic to swing his arm. I got hit instead." He hears Elliot chuckles. "This is what happens when you tell a very Catholic man that his fourteen year old daughter is a prostitute and was raped by her gym teacher-slash-pimp…"
Elliot cuts in, "And telling him she's pregnant just made everything ten times worse."
Some things never change.
It was nine o'clock in the evening when they were beginning to finish up their paperwork. The first ones out the door were Nick and Amanda whom have become best friends. They were teased by Munch by being too much like Elliot and Olivia in their early years. Is Amanda like a younger version of Olivia? Is she in love Nick, her best friend? Olivia watches them leave; their steps are in perfect sync.
"Remind you of anyone?"
She looks at Elliot, half-smiling, and replies, "Us. Only they're not partners." They watch Briscoe leave, leaving just Fin who just finished his DD5. "How's Fin?"
Elliot shrugs a shoulder, "Doesn't talk much like we used to. Don't blame him." He'll give Fin time to cool down a bit. "How's married life treating you?"
Olivia laughs and shakes her head, "It's getting kind of rough right now with Trevor. He's having… trust issues." She sighs and closes her file. "How's it going with Liz? Kathy told me she's pregnant."
Elliot scrapes his teeth over his lip and scratches his temple. He is still pretty touchy about the subject. "She's, uh, good. Morning sickness is no more, which is good. Dickie complained that it kept him up at night."
"All day sickness," Olivia nods, "God, I hated it."
"C'mon admit it detective you know you want to bang your partner, watch her grow swollen with your child, and why not man, she'd give you beautiful babies."
Elliot's eyes travel down to her flat abdomen and tries to picture her pregnant in his head. "Two kids, huh?"
She nods with a huge smile on her face and picks up the picture frame of her two kids, Nicky and Leah. She knows that he has seen them but it was once and about a month ago. "Nickolas Joseph and Leah Grace," She hands him the picture and she watches him look at her son and daughter. "Amaro was the one that helped me get to the hospital… If we didn't get there when we did, Nicky's chances on surviving were slim. So, Trevor and I decided to name him after Nick." And he also thinks I named him after my father, Joseph Hollister, my mother's rapist.
"He's a good guy…" Elliot says and gives her the picture back.
Olivia hums in agreement, "Yeah, I agree." Just as she's about to say something, Trevor runs in with Leah in his arms. She quickly stands up, knowing something horrible happened. She runs over to him and takes Leah from him. That's when she notices that Nicky isn't with him. "Trevor, where's Nicky?" she asks him, beginning to panic.
That also catches Elliot's attention and stands up. Trevor notices Elliot, but at the moment he is too upset with what happened.
"I… the babysitter… she…" he takes deep breaths just to calm him down enough to spit the sentence out. "Mina said she took Leah to her nursery to put her down… and… and when she came out twenty minutes later, Nicky was missing," His face reddened in anger, "and her boyfriend."
A/N: Nicky's missing! Did the babysitter's boyfriend take him or is he also in trouble? I don't know… maybe… gotta review for Nicky's sake. More of Dickie trying to figure out who got Lizzie pregnant. Will he get closer? An E/O moment possibly.
