The apartment is dark when Olivia enters. She hadn't meant to stay at work well into Saturday morning, but time and the special case she was called into kept her attention… and time. She was called in on Wednesday morning. She was walking Eli to school when her phone rang. She might not have been on duty, but her badge and gun were attached to her hips, so the journey from Eli's school to the precinct saw no detours. She called Elliot on the way to work. He hadn't been happy she was called in during her vacation, but she was promised her unused vacation days would be restored.
This short workweek became especially hard for both Olivia and Elliot. I guess you can label it partly as separation anxiety, but the remaining majority was a concoction of work and all that accompanied.
For Elliot, Hannah tracked him down in the hallway. He had heard her voice calling after him, but he chose to ignore it. But, the moment he felt someone tug on his hand, he nearly lost his patience when she jerked him around to face her. She was standing there, before him, keeping a firm hold on his left hand. He was able to jerk his hand free, but the action had immediately plastered a hurt and confused look on Hannah's face. She was, to say the least, shocked at his reaction. "Are you mad at me?" He heard Hannah ask. Elliot, unable to hold back the scoff, shook his head with a wicked chuckle following. "What's the problem, Miss Mazza?" Elliot had asked her. Hannah hadn't perked up and the expression she was wearing closely resembled that of someone being completely floored. "Do you hate me?" Hannah had asked.
"Hannah, why would I hate you?" Elliot asked. Hannah bounced from one foot to the other and stuttered before looking up and keeping timid eye contact with Elliot. "I just wanted to do you all a favor." Hannah replied. Elliot pretended to not know of what she spoke, but he knew she was referring to their bill at Burger Joint. Elliot didn't know how to respond nor deal with this student. He had dealt with victims whom took a close liking to him, but with immediate psychological intervention the obsession was stopped and he could properly precede his investigative duties with his partner. God, how he missed Olivia at this moment. She would, undoubtedly, step right in and know exactly how to handle this situation and draw out information this young girl never dreamt of revealing. Elliot just stared at Hannah, dumbfounded. "Hannah…" Elliot started timidly. "I'm going to tell you this one time and I expect you to respect my orders." Elliot said. He received no response from Hannah. "OK?" Elliot asked. He saw Hannah swallow back the knot in her throat and give him a quick nod while her eyes drifted to a spot over his left shoulder. "You, like every other intro student, are only allowed to attend the intro course. You, legally, are not allowed to participate in the masters or field courses. You're nowhere trained enough and if something happened, a lot of asses would be had for your screw up. Got it?" Elliot asked. Hannah gave him a nod and her head had since dropped and she stared at her feet. Elliot continues, "I expect to only see you in the intro course on Tuesday and Thursday. Your class has met for the week and there's no reason to see you in my other courses. At all." Before Hannah could respond, Elliot had turned and restarted his journey out the door. That was Wednesday.
On Thursday, when Elliot entered the master's course, he spotted Hannah front and center waiting for the interactive lecture to begin. Friday hadn't been any different, except for begging for his permission to participate at the shooting range. He had immediately called the range's security and had her removed from the property when he realized she was not going to take no as an answer. Elliot watched as Hannah, in tears, was escorted off the range. Elliot was surprised she was restrained. She had put up a fight against the security officers, but she was no match for retired servicemen and women. Elliot didn't know or understand why Hannah was acting in this particular fashion and he only hoped he wouldn't have to find out.
Olivia's week, although started at a crime scene, had taken an even sharper and dramatic turn. A 19-year-old college girl, attending John Jay, had reported a rape Wednesday morning. She had claimed the rape occurred Tuesday night, but the details of the crime have long been lost. She didn't and couldn't remember what had happened. Wednesday afternoon, another college female, came into the precinct reporting a similar crime. She attended the Lander College for Women. The second victim said she went to a bar for karaoke Tuesday night, the same as the first victim, started flirting with a guy who had offered to buy her a drink, but she hadn't remembered past the first sip. She woke, nearly an hour before coming to the precinct, in pain. Olivia, as commanding officer, sent Rollins with the young girl to complete the medical and forensic exams.
Wednesday night, as Olivia was packing up to head home, her office phone rang. Roosevelt Hospital called reporting a rape of a college female. This female, though, was still unconscious and had put up a fight. She had several broken bones on her hands, arms, and collarbones, and many face and scalp lacerations. Before the call ended, the attending doctor stated the victim was literally dropped at the emergency bay doors.
Olivia didn't understand it. She didn't want to deal with a possible serial rapist at the moment. She didn't want to deal with them at all, honestly, but her life wasn't about the rapists or perpetrators. Her career, her main focus had been to empower and help a victim reclaim his or her life through the power of justice. Sighing, Olivia dropped her packed bag and walked to her door. She told two night-shift detectives, Taylor and Vaughn, to head to Roosevelt. Taylor was to wait for the victim to wake to get her statement and Vaughn was to collect evidence and get statements from hospital staff before returning and turning in all proper evidence. The pair seemed eager to get moving. Olivia chuckled watching them leave the squad room, her thoughts jumping to the early years in her partnership with Elliot.
Elliot.
Olivia rounded her desk once again and plopped down in her chair. She was going to make perfect time for dinner with Elliot and all his kids. She was excited and excited didn't even begin to describe Elliot's mood Wednesday morning. Olivia grabbed her cellphone and hit Elliot's contact in her favorites bar. He answered on half-a-ring.
"Hey! You headed home? We're waiting to dig in. The kids can't wait to see you!" She heard Elliot quickly say. She didn't respond. She couldn't respond. She didn't know how to respond. She was disappointed. She wanted to spend this time with the Stablers. And she knew her vacancy would ruin their entire evening, let alone meal. "Liv? You there?" Elliot asked.
"El," was all she could say. She was on the verge of tears. She was and she didn't want to admit it. Brian had been following her every move, questioning every order she gave, and probing every conclusion or thought she had given in an attempt to catch a lead on this rapist. When leads ran dry or came to a dead-end, Brian's disapproval was heard throughout the entire precinct. He was angry. With her, with his situation, and he was making Olivia's life hell. She tried a few times to talk to him, but he refused… spouting off professional inappropriateness and other nonsense. She tried to ease the tension, but it only grew and it was affecting her work and that of her detectives.
At her weak voice, Elliot knew she wasn't coming home. He had promised they weren't mad or upset and understood the current case. Elliot had promised to bring her a plate of leftovers later that night after the kids had gone home and when he did stop by around midnight, he brought her a change of clothes, some toiletries and nearly two days worth of food. He had sat with her on her office couch while she ate for the first time in hours. He held the case files in his lap, going over the documents hoping to catch a lead. Olivia wanted a new, fresh pair of eyes to research the facts and Elliot noticed something that had been before them the entire time. All the young women had frequented the same bar before they were assaulted. Elliot had turned to her and hugged her close. "Go back to that bar. Your answer will be there."
The answer was there, but it wasn't an easy scavenger hunt. The unit spent the next two nights in the bar trying to find their suspect. And it wasn't until Olivia and Fin were grabbing a drink at the bar Friday night that they found their suspect. Both officers watched has the bartender dropped a small white pill into what would be Olivia's drink. They both watched as he grabbed a straw and pushed the pill under the liquid and began to vigorously stir. Fin, who had talked Olivia into bringing a sensor that can detect gamma-hydroxybutyric acid and ketamine, snatched Olivia's drink before she could lay a hand on it and dropped the sensor into the drink and it alerted, detecting GHB. The bartender was immediately taken into custody and the bar shut down. The confession was a bit harder. He admitted to drugging the young women, but denied the rapes. He claimed he worked in conjunction with other young males. They all paid him to drug their woman of choice. He didn't know names, but had numbers and arrests were made from there. Franklin Briggs, the bartender, was arrested and charged with accessory to rape and an attempted rape of a police officer.
When Fin asked who had paid for Olivia to be drugged, Franklin shrugged and gave Fin a wicked and crooked smile and asked, "Haven't you ever thought of that?" Fin knew then why Elliot lost his patience so often. Scum. People were scum and his anger and protection for Olivia shone through. Nick, though, was able to stop the scuffle before it even started and he hauled Franklin off to lockup.
Paperwork had kept Olivia longer than she intended and here she was entering her home well-passed midnight on Saturday morning. She wanted nothing more than a hot shower and to curl up next to Elliot in bed. She was off for the weekend and gave specific orders not to be called in unless a dire situation called.
Olivia dropped her workbag in a chair at the kitchen table. She flipped through the mail and tossed all envelopes seeing there was nothing of importance. She had stepped into the kitchen to grab a glass of wine, but decided otherwise. On her way to the bedroom, she poked her head into Eli's bedroom. She smiled brightly seeing the young boy and Lacey curled up in bed. Eli had kicked the covers off and they were hanging at the foot of the bed. She assumes the heat from Lacey had made the covers unbearable and she walks over to the bed and readjusts the covers, pulling them up to reach Eli's waist. Lacey had opened her eyes at the rustling of the blankets. Her reaction, to realizing it had been Olivia to disturb her slumber and not the expected Elliot, made Olivia chuckle. Lacey was happy and thrilled to see Olivia. Petting the dog and hushing her whimpers and eager whines, Olivia pulled Lacey off the bed by the collar and went back to paying attention to Eli. She bent down and kissed his head, hovering a moment to breathe in the scent of the sweet boy. She stood and left the room, leaving the door cracked.
She entered her bedroom and immediately headed for the shower. She refused to give Elliot a side-glance knowing if she looked at him she would forego a shower and, instead, crawl under the covers, curling up next to him.
Her shower was quick and as her towel-wrapped body started rummaging in the drawers for some pajamas, she made a decision. Tonight, this morning, everything would change. She smiled and grabbed one of Elliot's tees and pulled it over her head. She glanced at Elliot over her shoulder and with her head still turned, she turned her body fully around to face him. She was with Elliot. And she couldn't be happier.
She pulled the comforter back on her side and Elliot began to stir. He's on his side with his back facing her. She slides under the covers and slinks up to Elliot. She presses her front to him and wraps her left arm snugly around his waist. She pries her left leg to fit between his two and she nuzzles her face into the back of his neck. She kisses him gently once and takes a deep breath. She's missed him, more than she wants to admit. She releases a soft, deep hum and hearing her gentle voice, Elliot wakes. As he stretches and releases a groan, he grabs her arm around his waist and holds it firmly to his body. His eyes adjust to the clock on his bedside table and seeing the green 2:23, he groans in disapproval. "I bet you're exhausted." Elliot says while turning over to face her. He rubs a hand down her face, pushing her hair back and he leans forward to kiss her forehead and then lips.
Olivia smiles against his lips and bites at his bottom lip, which suddenly makes Elliot release a low growl. "Liv." She hears Elliot mumble in a gruff, rugged tone. She's playing with fire. And she doesn't even care. She kisses him again with added, fierce pressure. The passion ignited causes them both to moan, but Elliot quickly breaks the kiss by pushing Olivia back. She groans in protest, but Elliot's words catch her attention. "Liv, we gotta talk." Elliot says. She detects the seriousness and she doesn't want serious. She wants carefree. She wants liberation. She wants to feel in ways she only feels with Elliot. She dives back into his lips and Elliot is forced to use extra strength to break her away from him. "Liv…."
"El…." Olivia whines, but smirks and tries to play another card in her hand. "If we're getting married we're gonna be fucking. Might as get used to it now." Olivia breathes. Her words shock even her. She's never been that forward. Maybe she has, but she doesn't remember. But, right now, she doesn't care. This is Elliot. "I'm sober." She quickly says. The look is his eyes changed to some type of acknowledgement. No substance had altered her state. This is all Olivia Benson. Olivia sees Elliot's eyes close and she hears the lust-filled groan he emits. She smirks knowing victory is hers, but Elliot sits up in bed and looks down at her. The stern look on his face worries her. She doesn't know what's coming and part of her doesn't want to know.
"God. I can't believe I'm about to say this." Elliot groans out while looking to the ceiling and scrubbing a hand down his face. He drops his head down to look at her and he sees her smirk and his own smirk forms across his face. "I'm serious, Liv." Elliot says. At those words, Olivia pops up and mirrors his position. "What's wrong?" Olivia asks in a hurry. He waves her off and slowly begins to talk… to tell her about Hannah and how he's truly worried about her actions. He doesn't know what's coming, but he doesn't trust her at all.
"What's made you this… anxious? This can't be just from her being in your classes after telling her not to come." Olivia says and she watches as Elliot's gaze drops to his hands that rest in his lap. "It's not about that. At all." She hears Elliot mumble. Olivia reaches out and places her hand over his fidgeting fingers and the action makes her regain his eye contact. "What happened, El?" Olivia asks.
Elliot releases a heavy breath before speaking. "I went down to Pippa Cox's office this morning." Elliot stares at Olivia. "What happened, El?" Olivia asks. She knows he was planning to look further into the foster care and adoption of Baby Boy Doe, but she didn't know what day that would occur. This last case, it had distracted her in ways she would normally be grateful, but not anymore. She wanted to be with Elliot. She wanted to be with his kids. She wanted to be making future plans and establishing a life with Elliot, but her job had kept her from those things. "El?" Olivia asked again.
His lips were on his immediately. She was taken back by his action and when he righted himself to his original sitting position, she stared at him dumbfounded. "I love you," Elliot said. "Elliot." Olivia said. She wasn't in the mood to play games. She wanted to know what the fuck was going on. "Pippa said Liz had called her asking about the state of Baby Boy Doe. Liz said she was our legal counsel in the interest of gaining foster care and subsequently adopting Baby Boy Doe. And… Pippa said… she agreed with Liz." Elliot said. She stopped, stared, and waited for Olivia to comprehend what he was saying, the full wait of what was happening.
Her eyes dropped and flicked back up to him. Her eyes jumped back and forth between his, looking for a clue as to what he really meant. And as the small spread of the smile appeared across his face, she gasped. Olivia had her answer. "What… What? Are you sure?" Olivia asked. She had moved from an Indian-style position to perch on her knees, preparing herself to pounce on Elliot if what she was thinking was exactly what was happening.
Elliot simply smiled at her and he had to brace himself from falling at the force that which Olivia hit him. Her arms were around his neck in an instant. She scrambled to straddle his lap and buried her head in the crook of his neck. Elliot squeezed her tight. He knew she would be emotional, but he never expected her to be sobbing on his shoulder. Elliot moved one hand from her back to cup the back of her head. That same hand began a slow and easy caress. The tips of his fingers began a gentle dance with her hair while his voice becomes her lullaby. With each affirmation, each detail uttered, her tears became larger and her sobs became stronger. Judge Elizabeth Donnelly single-handedly told the family court judge that Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson were the best option for Baby Boy Doe's welfare. Judge Linden had instantaneously agreed and awarded co-fostership of the engaged couple. The history of Elliot and Olivia was the key factor in the decision. Judge Linden knew of the partnership and highly admired the pair's professionalism. The pair was a couple. They shared a large home on the Upper Westside and taking into consideration the schedules of both adults, there was no reason either should be turned away from parenting this infant. So, with Pippa Cox's approval, Elliot and Olivia were rewarded custody and were able to pick up their son on Saturday morning.
It seemed too easy, too good to be true. This baby, this petite, dependent human had been shuffled around more in his near three-month life than many urban adults move apartments. He had captivated Olivia Benson from the moment her eyes had landed on his tiny body. She wanted him. She had yearned for him, dreamed of forever taking him home. And tomorrow, she would be… With Elliot.
Olivia lifted her head from Elliot's shoulder and stared in his eyes. Elliot cupped her cheeks, wiping her face dry. She leaned forward and kissed his mouth. "Elliot." Olivia breathed. She ran one hand down his chest and it fell loosely in his lap. Elliot looked down at her hand and his eyes widen. He saw her. He really saw her. His t-shirt was all she wore and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He had dreamt of the day he would be, once again, intimate with Olivia, but he never imagined it would be tonight. But, he blocked that thought… maybe she just wanted to be free while she slept.
Olivia's hand that rested in his lap twisted and wound itself into his briefs while she simultaneous scooted forward on his lap. The edges of their sexes met for a brief moment causing both to moan. He didn't know what she was doing, but he didn't want her to stop. He hadn't realized how much he had missed the feeling of her hands on him, gripping him, bringing him slowly and firmly closer to paradise. He didn't have to rely on memories any longer for here she was with a solid hold on his manhood stroking him to attention. She scooted even closer and contracted her thighs, essentially lifting her body from his and positioning their bodies to become one. Just as she lowered herself, allowing his tip to enter, Elliot's voice stopped her actions. "Liv." He was panicked.
She snapped her eyes to his and they collectively held contact. Olivia leaned forward and briefly and firmly kissed his lips. She didn't have a chance to remove her mouth. Elliot quickly read into the meaning of her actions and deepened the kiss without a second thought. One hand dove into the back of her hair while the other moved to grab ahold of her ass. He gripped, squeezed and caressed while he began to feel her lower herself completely, taking full control of the situation. He was going to let her have control. He was going to let her set the tempo, the speed, the rhythm, and he was going to be at her beck and call. She was in charge and he loved every bit of it. But, she started to lean back to lie flat on the bed, which meant… he would be on top and essentially in control. "Liv?" He was panicking again. Olivia simply laughed and pulled harder on his shoulders while falling backwards. Elliot had used the hand still resting on her lower back to scoot her further into the bed. Their pillows were at Olivia's right and Elliot's left and they didn't care they weren't in the designated missionary form. They were overly satisfied to be together once again.
Olivia's heels dug into the back of Elliot's knees while her hands grabbed at his butt and back. She loved the feeling of a man, specifically Elliot, moving above her. Nothing compared to the feeling of the weight of your lover. It was a comfort unlike any other and while her hands gripped his muscles of his lower backside, Olivia became even more turned on. He was moving, gently at that, but she could feel every ripple and dig of his body. His slow, balanced thrusts were quickly sending them both into oblivion and there was no other place either wanted to ever be. Olivia turned her head to find his lips, but her mouth met his chin and he wasn't budging. She bit his chin and Elliot chuckled, tilting his mouth down to meet hers. Olivia had won that small spar. But, truthfully, they were one flesh, one unit, one body, and it was an aspect of life neither wanted to ever give up. The connection, the love, the devotion was simply Olivia and Elliot and it was theirs to be had for the remainder of their lives.
Small cries to The Lord above were mixed within utterances of their names, gasps, moans, cries, and groans. Skin met skin and echoed off the walls of their bedroom. There was no going back. They were one. They were becoming a family and that reality brought on a greater excitement to this fresh round of lovemaking. This was it. Hands roamed, weight was shifted, positions were changed, and cries were emitted…. The night would be long, but no one was keeping an official clock.
Several blocks away at college-aged sports bar on 10th Avenue and West 50th Street, Dickie Stabler and several of his college buddies are enjoying pints of beer, the Nets game and the attention from some of their female classmates. A heavy game of pool was going on deep within the walls of 123 Burgers, Shots, Beers, but Dickie keeps shooting short at the hands of one, Hannah Mazza. They're all buzzed, Hannah a little more than others, but no dangerous turns have been taken. It wasn't until the game ended and Dickie wound his way to the bar to grab another pitcher that the tides started to turn.
"Hey." Hannah said. She was standing to Dickie's right. She had slinked up to the young boy and stood a little too close for Dickie's comfort. Hannah was standing so close to Dickie, her pelvis was connecting with his right outer thigh. He was uncomfortable to say the least; he had never met her before. He said seen her around campus. He had pointed out her attendance in his upper-level criminology courses and instantly became confused when she said she was actually auditing the class but just to listen to Professor Stabler speak.
"Hey," Dickie flatly returned. He turned back to the bar to grab the pitcher, but Hannah's hands stopped his actions. His audible gasp and wide eyes brought a mischievous grin to Hannah's face. "What?" Hannah asked coyly. Her right hand was firmly gripping Dickie's crotch and she was softly squeezing him through his jeans. "If you're anything like your father, Detective Benson is a lucky girl." Hannah said. She immediately realized she had said the wrong thing. Dickie had moved to step away from her and began his journey back to the pool tables. He immediately found his ex-girlfriend, Reese, and stood close by her side. He assumed Hannah would get the hint and stay away, but she refused to see reality. In a matter of seconds, Dickie found her at his side once again and she started to snake her right hand into Dickie's right pocket. He had started to swell back at the bar and Hannah was taking advantage of that situation. She grabbed ahold of his dick through the lining of his pocket and began to squeeze and stroke him to life. "Hannah," Dickie groaned turning his head to her. Hannah took advantage of Dickie's newfound position and reaching on her tiptoes, latched her lips onto his. "Let's get out of here." Hannah whispered to Dickie. He had offered her some resistance, but as soon as she started adding pressure to her actions, Dickie faltered and craved to Hannah's actions.
"We're going back to my place, " Dickie commanded. If she was offering, he was going to take what was being served.
Reese Haden watched as Dickie and Hannah left the bar. She's had several classes with Hannah and has had a many deep conversation with the West Coast Girl. Reese didn't trust Hannah as far as she can throw her. She knows her behavior is inappropriate and no matter how many times she offered Hannah this particular advice, Hannah refused to alter her actions. She knew in this moment, something big was about to happen and she didn't know what, but she was worried. Reese immediately grabbed her phone and stared at the contacts, contemplating on whom she should call. Her father? His ex-girlfriend, whom she was close? Elizabeth Stabler? Her godmother? She didn't know, but she went with her gut. She called her dad's ex-girlfriend and left a message asking for a return call. She immediately called her father, who picked up.
"Dad, I need your help." Reese said into the phone. "No, no, dad! I'm fine! I promise!" She pauses to listen to her father's voice. "It's not me. It's Dickie." Reese says as she exits the bar and hails a cab. "You know that Hannah girl? Yeah… Yeah, he did." Reese said in between her dad's questions. "But, that's not my biggest worry. I don't think she's playing Dickie. I think she really wanted to… have sex… with him. Dad, let me finish… I think she's using Dickie to get close to someone else." Reese pauses as she listens to her father. She steps into the taxi and gives her home address, an address familiar to her father and his ex-girlfriend. "I already called her, dad. I left a message. I'm just… I'm just worried." The taxi driver pulled over, Reese gave him the appropriate bills and headed for the entrance of her apartment. "I'm in the building now. Yeah… Yeah… Ok… So, if her name comes in circulation….? Yeah… Ok. I love you too, dad. Goodnight."
Reese disconnects the call and takes a look around her apartment. She releases a heavy sigh knowing several lives are about to be flipped upside-down and she doesn't know how to warn any of the people crossing her mind. It's not any easy task and it's an uncomfortable position, but Reese is willing to place herself directly in the uneasy for the benefit and protection of those people crossing her mind.