A/N: A second Saturday. What is being delivered? The kids come home, and Casey and Trevor get into a sticky situation!

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The doorbell rang, waking Olivia out of a not so sound sleep. She moved to nudge Elliot but he wasn't in the bed. She shot up, panicking. "Oh, shit," she spat, looking at the clock. "Elliot!" she yelled, getting out of the bed and throwing on his bathrobe. She padded into the living room and saw movers carrying in furniture. "Elliot! What the hell...we're fucking late!"

"No," Elliot said, directing the movers into the living room. "We're not going in today. I called Cragen, and he was fine with this. He said he talked to Donnelly. Donnelly told him, she told him you were the one who set this up. Everyone knew about this but me, Liv. He knew, and he's giving us the weekend to get everything fixed up and get the kids settled. They're moving in..."

"Tonight," Olivia said, nodding. "Yeah."

Elliot saw one of the movers smirk and nod, then he turned to look at Olivia and his eyes widened. "Baby," he gasped, running over to her and ushering her back into the bedroom. "Stay in here, or get dressed."

"What?" Olivia asked, chuckling. "Why?"

Elliot tugged on the fluffy blue robe. "I know what that guy was just thinking. He looked at you and his left eye twitched. I'm a guy, I know what that means."

"It means he probably got dust in his eye," Olivia said, smirking.

"It means he was thinking about what is under this robe, which I know for a fact is absolutely nothing," Elliot said, gritting his teeth. "I don't want other men thinking about..." he paused, tilted his head, and continued. "Wait a minute. Anyone who looks at you is gonna do that whether you're in a robe or not. I suck at this."

Olivia chuckled, and kissed him. "I love when you get jealous."

Elliot laughed. "You must really love me whenever Porter comes around."

"Did you notice how much more intense the sex is whenever we have to spend the day with him?" Olivia asked, quirking her eyebrow.

Elliot smirked and narrowed his eyes. "Minx," he whispered, pulling her close and kissing her, holding her tight as the movers did their jobs outside in the living room and kids rooms.

"How the hell did this happen?" Trevor asked, trying desperately to rub a stain out of his shirt. "I have to be in court in twenty minutes. Damn it!"

"Oh, like this is fin for me?" Casey spat, rubbing her own shirt.

"You meant 'fun', right?" Trevor asked, stopping his vigorous scrubbing.

Casey looked up. She'd been caught. "What?" she asked, biting her lip.

"You said 'fin', but you meant 'fun'. This isn't fun for you." Trevor folded his arms, covering the greasy stain where the peanut butter smeared across his shirt from their latest snack-food sex-game.

Casey sighed. "Yeah, right," she said. She couldn't believe she had said Fin's name. She didn't even mean to, it had just slipped out. Did she really still love him? She had to find out. "Trevor, there's another of your shirts in my closet, honey. Just...change."

"You tell me this now!" Trevor laughed. He changed, kissed her on the lips and left for court, unaware that she was going to see another man in his absence, and unaware that she was only doing it because she loved him and didn't want to hurt him. She grabbed her jacket and her keys and left, heading down to the One-Six, hoping to catch Fin on a break.

"I think that's it," Elliot said, rolling his arm in a circle, working out a kink in an overworked muscle. "Damn thing is heavy."

"It's a bunk bed, El," Olivia said. "Of course it's heavy. You sure all three of your girls..."

"They don't have a choice, honey," Elliot sighed. "This isn't a house, it's a three bedroom apartment. But at least they're big bedrooms. Dickie's gonna have to share his eventually, too."

Olivia raised an eyebrow and folded her arms. "Oh, now that needs to be explained to me, Stabler."

"Like you don't know," Elliot teased, jutting his chin forward, toward her. "Kids. You and me," he said casually, waving a hand between them as if he'd just asked her to go play a game of basketball, or see a movie.

Olivia scoffed. "Slow down, cowboy," she said. "One step at a time, here. I think the children you already have need to accept this," she mimicked his gesture, "You and me, before we can talk about kids of our own. Not to mention we have to talk about a lot of other things before that happens. Before that's even close to happening."

Elliot snickered. "I know that. I did say eventually. That doesn't mean tomorrow." The look on Olivia's face told him he was hitting one of her walls. One that hadn't come down yet. "Baby," he said, stepping toward her, taking her hands in his, "We've been here, in this place, for a year. Spending every night together, exploring different aspects of this relationship, discovering new parts and pieces of each other, and if you can stand there and tell me that you're honestly not sure if you want a life...a real life with me..."

"El," Olivia said, shocked, "How could you even think...I told Donnelly we were were planning a goddamn wedding for crying out loud! I was just...the way you said it, so...simply. 'Kids, you and me,' like you were asking me out for a beer, it was..."

"Olivia Benson," Elliot said with a smirk, "At some point in the not-too-distant future, would you consider having my child?" He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Formal enough for you?"

Olivia rolled her eyes and slapped his arm, then brushed a hair that had fallen out of her ponytail out of her face.

Elliot swatted her hand away and tucked it behind her ear. "You look so gorgeous right now. I'm glad I told Cragen we weren't going in; I get to spend the whole weekend looking at you like this. No makeup, hair just...up like this. And as hot as you are in the clothes you wear to work, nothing beats what you look like in a tee shirt and sweatpants." He tugged on the waistband of the pants and pulled her close to him, and he kissed her, gripping lightly to her ponytail.

Just as the kiss deepened, there was a knock on his door. They pulled apart, staring into each other's eyes for a moment, silently preparing themselves for the moment. "They're here," Olivia said, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, baby," Elliot said, leading her toward the door. "Yeah, they are."

Casey walked into the squadroom and was unprepared for the commotion she faced. "Woah, what's going on?" she asked, amazed at the bustling crowd.

"This is what happens when Benson and Stabler go AWOL," Munch said, frantically typing. "Hellmouth opens when Buffy and Angel take the day off."

Fin, trying desperately to straighten out his desk while on hold on a phone call, looked at her. "What do you want, Novak?" he asked.

"I need to talk to you," Casey said, noticing he was straightening out all of his belongings, lining them up neatly. "Privately," she added.

Fin eyed her suspiciously, then took the phone call. He wrote down the information, passed it off to another detective, and looked up at Casey again. "Is it important? You can see we're really busy."

"I need to...yeah," Casey said. "It kind of is."

Fin sighed and got up, gesturing up to the cribs. "Up there," he said. "It's quiet." He led Casey up the stairs, closed the door behind them, and said, "Okay, what?"

"Do you, uh, do you ever...miss me?" Casey asked, not beating around any bushes.

"Wow, you interrupted one of the busiest days I've had in months to ask me that?" Fin asked, folding his arms. "Are you crazy, Casey?"

"I need to know," Casey said, "Because I was with Trevor this afternoon, and your name came out of my mouth. I was just talking and out it came, in the place of another word, subconsciously. I don't know if..."

"You think that means you miss me?" Fin asked. "You wanna know if I miss you, because you accidentally said my name durin' casual conversation with Langan?"

Casey nodded. "It sounds silly, but...I've been thinking a lot about it, ever since...I heard you."

"Heard me?" Fin asked, confused.

"I was leaving the office late one night," Casey said. "You and Alex..."

"Oh, fuckin' hell," Fin said, running his hand over his face. "That's embarrassin'." He looked at her and squeezed his eyes shut. "I can't...shit, Case, I have to keep my eyes open with her. If I close 'em, I'm gonna see you, ya happy?"

"Okay, wow," Casey said, stunned. "I didn't think...I mean...what?"

Fin sighed, cleared his throat, and sat on one of the beds. "Alex is hot, she's wild, she's fuckin' crazy," he said. "But you...you understood me. You let me have my moments, Case. You knew when I had to clean, and you didn't stop me, it didn't get on your nerves, you didn't want me to get over it. You didn't think it was weird." He looked at her and said, "With Alex, it's fun, and excitin', but with you...it was real. What happened, Case?"

Casey got off hte bed, looked at Fin, and said, "Alex."

"I fucked up," Fin said, nodding.

Casey tilted her head. "Yeah," she said. "And as much as I want to hate you and her, as much as I'm falling in love with Trevor, I'm not entirely over you. I don't know what to do here."

"Neither do I," Fin said. "We're both kinda screwed, huh?"

Casey put her hand on the knob and turned as she looked at Fin and nodded. "Yeah," she said. "We are."

"Pass the rice, please," Maureen, the eldest Stabler child said, giving her father an attitude.

Elliot sighed as he handed it to her. He eyed Olivia, who wasn't eating. She was just rearranging the food on her plate.

"Can I have the chicken?" Dickie, the only boy, asked, a slight chip on his shoulder as well. He was pissed off at Maureen. Maureen was angry at her father. So was Kathleen, the middle child. The kids loved Olivia, but they didn't appreciate the suddenness of moving in with their dad, and finding out they were also moving in with her. The twins were excited about it, Dickie and his sister Lizzie, while the two oldest girls entertained the hopeless thought that their parents would somehow work it out.

Elliot handed Dickie the chicken, seeing Olivia place her fork on her plate and walk into the bedroom. "Damn it," he spat harshly. "You guys, a year, you knew about this for almost five months, we talked about this. You knew this was gonna happen, you couldn't...just...deal with it?"

Kathleen looked at him. "We're okay with you dating, but her living here? With us?" she asked, shaking her head.

"Not cool dad," Maureen said, folding her arms.

"No, what's not cool is that she's the whole reason you're even here with me. She had to tell the judge...ya know what, it doesn't matter," Elliot said. "Nothing I say is gonna change the way you two feel. It's gonna change the fact that you two are just like your mother, and you don't care that Olivia Benson, who didn't cry when her mother died until the day of the goddamned funeral, is in that bedroom right now, bawling her eyes out because she thinks you two, who aren't even related to her, hate her." He threw his napkin down and ran into the bedroom, leaving his kids around the table looking at each other.

Lizzie was stunned. "You guys made Liv cry!"

"I thought that was impossible," Kathleen said, shocked, feeling guilty. "She's so...strong."

"We suck," Maureen said, dropping her head to the table.

Elliot closed the door quietly and softly crept over to the bed, crawling onto it and wrapping the sobbing mess that was Olivia into his arms. "Baby, stop," he said. "It's gonna be okay."

"I told you," Olivia said, shaking her head and turning, crying into his chest. "I told you they wouldn't want this, I have to leave, and you made me give up my apartment."

"You're not going anywhere," Elliot told her, kissing her forehead. "I just chewed them out, and they feel like crap. They were just shocked, honey. They'll get over it." He kissed her tears away. "Please, stop crying. I hate to see you cry."

Olivia sniffled. "Your kids hate me," she whispered. "How are we supposed to even think about having our own when..."

"I told you, baby, they're going to adjust to this," Elliot assured her. "Maureen and Kathleen have their mother's superiority complex. It's their quirk, I guess. We just have to let them have their little hissy fits every once in a while. And we now have four teens in this house, yay, who crave attention. We're gonna have a lot of those fits."

"Wonderful," Olivia scoffed, nuzzling deeper into his chest.

Elliot chuckled, caressing her back. "Ya know what else is wonderful?"

"What?" Olivia asked, looking up at him. She had stopped crying and looked calm, and smiled at him, kissing his nose.

"Four teenagers can take care of themselves while their father and his girlfriend spend their Saturday night the way they always do," Elliot said, kissing her, and holding her tight. He worked a hand under her tee shirt and said, "We just have to be incredibly quiet."

A/N: Next: Saturday night and Sunday morning. Does Olivia get an apology from the kids? Cragen and Liz's second date, and Kathy calls Olivia, revealing her little quirk! Want it? Review here, or leave one on Twitter! TMG212