Disclaimer: Nope. Still aren't mine. Though Kiana and I are plotting against them...

Author's Note: This chapter is totally for Kiana (aka ChrisMeloniismysexymanbest) she is the bestestestest gangsta ever! We are totally Foreva Gangstas! Love ya babe! R&R!

El's POV

We spin around like we're being shot at and both of our eyes widen. There stands thirteen year old Dickie Stabler, eyes wide, jaw dropped, nothing but stutters coming out of his mouth.

"Dad? Liv? God, I had the feeling this was happening but...WOW!" He shuffles he feet a bit and grins. "You're one lucky Man, Pops. Hopefully I have the same good fortune as you."

"DJ, you gotta promise us you won't say anything to anybody. Not even your sisters. We don't want anybody to know yet." Liv stutters and I can't help but smile.

"Uh...Liv? The girls...I'm pretty sure they already know. Well, I know Kathleen does. And I have the feeling Maur and Lizzie do too." I say, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing.

"Actually, I know Maur and Liz do. I really wasn't sure if Katie did or not. Now that I know, I guess we don't have to worry about it." Dickie says and we all chuckle. It's akward but it's always been pretty easy with me, Liv and my kids. It's like she just has this maternal instinct with kids, especially mine. I wonder what our kids would look like. I bet they'd be adorable.

"You know Liv, I wasn't going to say anything because I was enjoying it but...your shirt?" Dickie says with a blush and both Liv and I look down. Her shirt is still pushed up in front to where the bottom is tucked under her bra on one side and showing a bit of the black lace on the other. Oh boy

"Oh! Uhm..." She twists around towards me and pulls it down properly, her cheeks blushing crimson. I fight back a chuckle but it ventually wins and comes out as a very loud guffaw. She smacks my chest and grins lightly.

"So...uhm...I've gotta get out of here. See you guys tonight." He waves and winks at me over his shoulder.

"You okay Liv?" I ask and she smiles but it looks kind of forced.

"I...I don't know El. That just sorta threw me for a loop. I mean, your kids know? And they don't care?" Then she grins. "Elliot, you have the most amazing and brilliant children in the world." I smile and check the door to make sure there's no one there before pecking her on the lips.

"Hey, we've got about another hour of work. How about we go for a little picnic before we go to Dickie's game?"

"Sure! Of course! I haven't been on a picnic in years, El. This is going to be so fun!" She pecks my cheek and then goes out the door, giving me a look that I would die for over her shoulder.

When we get back downstairs, I see Casey and Liv talking and the first thing I hear from Liv is, "It's 'cause we gangsta!" And Fin bursts out laughing. (That was for you Kiana Babe!)

Oh Boy. It's gonna be a long day.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEO (Kiana aka ChrisMeloniismysexymanbeast is my new muse! You rock girl!) EOEOEOEOEOEOE

Liv's POV

As Elliot leads me through the beautiful Central Park, I can't help but grin. This man may not be perfect, but he sure is perfect for me. I feel like a teenager again. I'm totally, completely, head over heels in love with this man.

"See something you like Detective?"

I look up at him, blushing furiously. "Nope. Not a thing."

He grins and rolls his eyes. "Right, Liv. Right."

"Okay, so maybe a little bitty bit." He cracks up laughing and I grin.

He puts the picnic basket down and pulls out a few Tupperware containers. "We've got chicken and turkey, for you my Dear. And ham and roast beef for me. There's cheese, mayo, ketchup and mustard. There's some veggies, tomatoes, lettuce, stuff like that. And...if you're good and clear your plate, you can have some of Maureen and Lizzie's infamous brownies."

"Ooohhh! Brownies! I oromise I'll eat all of my food Daddy!" I smirk and he grins.

"Daddy, huh?" He leans close to me, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine.

"Uh huh. Got a problem with that?" I lick my lips in anticipation of the kiss but I'm pulled back by a gun shot and a scream.

"MOM! NO!"

Author's Note2: HAHAHAHA! Two cliffies in a row. I have to admit there is one person that knows what's going to happen, basically. In fact, she came up with it. You know who you are my dear gangsta 'penpal!'