Chapter Eight

Risk

"Benson," Olivia answered as she was driving, "Elliot? Wait where the hell are you? Well I'm on my way to your place, here I'll turn around and see you there. Central Park, you do realize it's pouring outside? Hello? Elliot? Elliot!" she sighed as she closed the phone and put it on the seat beside her.

She tried her hardest to see through the windshield at the road but the rain was coming down fast and hard. She saw the exit to Central park and took it. When she got there he was already standing right in front of her car, drenched in water?

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Taking a risk!" they both had to yell because the rain was so loud, "You?"

"Same, you see, somebody once said that when someone great comes along, you have to do anything you can to keep them, even if that means changing everything you know! Because if their worth changing for, then only good can from it, and maybe the risk itself is the thing that'll change you the most!"

"Wow, that's deep who said that?"

"Well, I paraphrased a little! But," now she was closer to him, with her arms around his neck, "My father."

"I thought he was dead?"

"He is, but I read it."

"Well you know what my father said?"

"Okay, he's definitely dead. Unless he wrote some sort of secret journal

that--"

He laughed as he backed away yelling, "My father as in my priest!"

"Oh. Well, what did he say?!"

"To do this!" he climbed up on top of the roof of the ranger's station and opened his arms out wide, "I love Olivia Benson!" he screamed on top of his lungs. Just then the rain started to slow down and his voice seemed louder, "I love Olivia Benson! You here that?" he said looking up at the sky, "I love her!"

He got down and walked over towards her, holding her face in his hands, "I, I love you." They smiled at each other, their eyes meeting, as the rain continued to run down their faces, "I love you."

As they kissed and made their way to the ground she whispered, "I love you too."