Wow, long time no write. I haven't posted anything that I haven't ended up deleting in almost 6 months.
I'm not going to continue in the path that I was planning on because some people didn't like it. Instead, I'm just going to finish this story and use that idea for either a sequel or a new story. So, this story will be finish up in few chapters, and then it will probably be a long time before I can get another story out because a.) I want to finish off another one of my stories, and b.) I'm really busy now that school started.
I hope that you like this chapter better.
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The sky was shade lighter than black. An occasional rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance.
Olivia stood over the grave, with her eyes shut, hoping maybe it would change if she wished hard enough.
Today was supposed to be Jeffery's birthday. He would have be four today.
Placing her hand on her stomach, she felt reminded one of the only reasons why she was here; that and Elliot. The baby was coming in four months. Her apartment was all packed up and ready to move out into a new place that she hadn't managed to find yet. Elliot was helping her, but it wasn't working yet.
As Olivia looked down, the skies burst open, unleashing thick drops of water on her, for she was the only one in the cemetery. The rain covered her within in a few minutes, but she didn't wipe it off. The drops on her face mixed with her tears, making her feel better.
Her sobs grew louder and more violent, shaking her entire body. Her hair was plastered to her face and her clothes soaked as she shivered but she didn't care. She was supposed to be at work in an hour and a half, and she would be sopping wet, but she didn't care; as long as she had been here.
She took a deep breath to try and calm herself. The rain began to come down harder, and she could no longer see more than a foot in front of her. She was freezing and the parking lot was a good quarter of a mile away. She wrapped her wet arms around herself before looking at Jeffery's grave one last time. She had promised herself that she wouldn't become obsessed with visiting it all the time.
"You didn't think this through, right?" someone said from behind her as an umbrella was placed over her head.
She turned and saw Elliot Stabler, who was one of the only people she could trust now.
"How did you know I was here?" Olivia mumbled as she wrung water out of her hair, and then her thin sweater.
"I knew what day it was. You know, this probably isn't good for the baby," he reprimanded, being the good fatherof four. He didn't see his kids, but he was still a good dad. He then handed her the umbrella before slipping off his jacket and placing it on her shoulders.
She thanked him softly. As they began to walk, he turned to her and said, "Liv, you've got to let it go. You couldn't have prevented it any way."
"How do you know that?" she asked. Elliot wasn't able to answer that question. She smiled weakly. "I'm not trying to be mean or anything. I'm not even sure that it's Jeffery I'm upset about."
Elliot stopped walking and turned, facing her. "Olivia, what are you talking about? What's going on?"
"I think what's happening is that I don't think I'm strong enough to take care of the baby. With Jeffery, I just didn't take care of him when he was a baby; Anthony and I did together. And then having a new baby in my life will just bring reminders of Jeffery. Plus, not having a father in their life will impact his or her life. I know it did with mine," she explained.
Elliot had had no idea that Olivia felt this way. "So, are you saying you no longer want the baby?"
Olivia looked down at her feet. "I visited an adoption agency the other day. Nothing has been set up, but I just it to have want a happy home, not a single mother who's a workaholic, and who was raped by her estranged husband who ended up killing his own son before killing himself."
Olivia looked so fragile, so breakable. Elliot wanted to take her away from the world that could hurt her in any way. He wanted to do anything that could help her in any way. Most of all, he wanted to tell her that he was falling in love with her, but he knew he couldn't do that.
Wait, do something to help her. Exactly.
"Olivia, I know this may sound a little odd and intruding, but I think you should keep the baby. Don't give it up," Elliot said as a smile began to grow
Olivia looked extremely confused. "What? What are you talking about? That is exactly what I don't want to happen. It wouldn't have a normal life, let alone a normal family. Who would be the father?"
Elliot's smile disappeared. He paused for a moment. "What would you say if I offered to be the father?"
Olivia's eyes grew. She was speechless. She tried to say something, but nothing would come out. Elliot always knew the ways to help her to save her. He was always there for her when she needed him, and she loved him for it.
"Are you joking?" she asked. Elliot shook his head. "Well, honestly, I'd have to say that I'd really like it. I mean, if that's what you really want."
"Of course it is. Olivia, you and my job are basically the only things I have left. I would help you in any way that I could."
Olivia smiled. "You have no idea how much this means to me Elliot," she said as she wrapped her arms around him. Their quiet yet passionate embrace was interrupted by the all too familiar ring of the cell phone.
They pulled apart as Olivia pulled hers out of her damp pants pocket. "Benson," she answered. "Yes, ha ha, very funny Munch. Yes, I'm very wet, thank you. Yeah, we'll meet you there. Bye." She then hung up her phone and put it in her pocket.
"What was that about?" Elliot asked.
"You know that case we're working on? Well, Captain thinks something may be happening today so he wants us back at the stationhouse as soon as possible."
Elliot nodded and they began to walk back in silence. Elliot gripped the umbrella tightly in his hands. He wanted to tell her so badly. He wanted to take her in his arms, hold her tightly, and kiss her until he couldn't breathe.
Like Elliot thought he was a psychiatrist and always knew when there was something wrong with Olivia, she knew something was bothering him. She just didn't want to ask him because she knew then he would throw up his guard. She just knew it had something to do with her.
"Do you just want to come in my car and after work I'll drive you back and get your car after work?" Elliot asked softly.
Olivia nodded. She had to thank Elliot in some way. She needed to do something to cheer him up. Most of all, she needed to do something that expressed her feelings... her true feelings.
Right now, she felt euphoric, like she was on top of the world. And she had Elliot to thank for it. Basically, whenever she was happy, it was because of Elliot. He was always there, even when she was upset. And she needed to let him know she appreciated it greatly.
She felt like she needed to something she had never done. As Elliot walked around to the other side of the car with her and opened the door with the umbrella over her head. She turned to get in the car, but stopped and spun around. She then grabbed his collar and pushed her lips onto his.
Instead of being awkward or surprised like she had expected, he dropped the umbrella and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her arms stretched gracefully up on his neck as their tongues dipped into each other's mouths.
The rain, which had soaked Elliot now, trailed over their faces and tickled their lips. When they broke apart, Elliot looked at her strangely, but there was a smile on his face. "Why did you do that?" he asked quietly.
"Because I knew you wouldn't, and I couldn't wait anymore," Olivia responded, the confidence and courage back in her voice. And at the moment, Elliot knew he had his old Olivia back. She grinned as he pulled her close before their lips met once more.
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As Elliot and Olivia walked into the stationhouse thinking of everything that happened this morning, they had a hard time keeping a straight face.
When Elliot, Olivia, Fin, and Munch were called into Cragen's office almost as soon as they got there, they knew it was serious. But not too serious.
"Why are you all wet too? I thought you would be nice enough to bring her an umbrella," Munch accused Elliot. Olivia looked at Elliot. Both of them opened their mouths to make up some kind of excuse, but Cragen came in just in time.
"Okay, I just received a call from George Washington Bus Terminal saying that Gitano placed a money transfer and will be there in a few hours to pick it up. So of course, we will be there to meet him," Cragen explained.
"But what it he's got the kids with him?" Fin asked.
"We'll be disguised as civilians. Then, when it is the appropriate time, we'll move in. Okay, does everyone understand?" Cragen repeated. They all mumbled responses. "Okay, that's all." As they began to exit, he changed his mind and called Elliot and Olivia back into his office.
"Now Olivia, as you know. New York State Police policy is that when female detective approaches the fifth month of pregnancy, she can no longer be 'on the job' and must stay on desk duty. At seven months, you are allowed to leave work altogether. Now, today can be your last day out there, or you can skip today altogether. It's you and your partner's choice. Just let me know so I can call an alternate."
Elliot pulled Olivia aside and grabbed her hand. He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. "I think you should skip this day," he whispered, firmly yet tenderly holding her hand.
"What?" Olivia asked. "Why?"
"This maniac is obsessed with blood, and pain, and guts. If for some reason he finds out you're pregnant, you're the first cop down. I don't want anything to happen to you Olivia. I can't let anything happen to you again…especially since I may have been able to stop the last one," Elliot said before looking away.
Olivia remembered how Elliot felt responsible for Anthony's attack. She placed her other hand over his and smiled. "Elliot, look at me. Nothing you could have done that night would have stopped Anthony. He would have found another way, or he may have killed you too, and imagine the mess I'd be now. You need to trust me. I can take care of myself. I know I can. You just need to trust in me."
Elliot stared her for a moment before nodding. "Okay, I guess I can trust you."
"Besides, what's the worst that can go wrong?"
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Well, that is probably the most romantic thing I have ever written in my life. Who doesn't love a romantic, unexpected kiss that also happens in the rain between two amazing detectives? I think this was the perfect time too. Tell me what you think.