Divided We Fall
Chapter 12 What Did I Do?
A/N: Wickedly mean cliffhanger...just thought I'd let you know now.
"It's oddly warm for March." Elliot smiled giving Olivia's hand a gentle squeeze as they walked along the soft shoulder of the road that past by their home.
"I like it." She chirped taking his arm and guiding it around her shoulders allowing her to lean into him as they walked. "I like this."
"Addison Isaac." Elliot threw out the name wondering how she felt about it.
"He's a cute kid…but looks nothing like his parents." She laughed, "Although he was pretty long, he's probably gonna take after Paul."
"Olivia." Elliot spoke her name softly guiding her into a deeper conversation, "How are you feeling."
"Good, like I told you, I'm gaining my weight back and I think I'm ready to go on solids." She grinned playfully. "What is that? Like level three on the Gerber baby food scale."
"Olivia." He stopped her gently, keeping one hand on the small of her back and brushing her bangs from her face, "You know what I'm talking about, tell me how you felt when you held him."
Olivia lowered her voice feeling the bitterness rise from within her, "How do you think I felt Elliot."
"Hey," he kept her close, "I'm not trying to hurt you, I just want you to talk, so you don't get sick again…that's all Liv." He assured her placing a lingering kiss to her forehead.
She exhaled and brought her hands to his chest absently adjusting his jacket, "I didn't mean to snap at you Elliot, I'm sorry." She whispered avoiding his eyes.
Elliot smiled, "I just want to talk to you Liv, just want you to process this without hurting your self." Wow, I'm starting to sound like Huang.
"I know." She whispered, "Can we rest? My legs are cramping…this is farther than we've went before." She smiled at her accomplishment.
"Sure, how about," he looked around, realizing there weren't very many options along the roadside. "right there." He pointed just a bit further ahead at a telephone pole that apparently had been broken in half. He doubted the person who hit the pole survived, "Do you think you can make it there."
"Yeah, that's not too far," she smiled slyly, "Although a gentleman would just carry me." She teased him.
"What if I told you I got something better?" He smiled then stepped in front of her so his back faced her. He squatted and bent his back, "Hop on Liv."
"Oh, yeah right." She laughed, "I haven't piggy backed since I was four."
"Well then, you're due for a ride. Now hop on." He said pointing to his back.
"I can't beli-"
"Get on woman!" He laughed, "Loose the pride, and let's move."
Olivia grinned and rolled her eyes stepping closer and draping her body over the strength of his back. The laugh came from her belly as he gripped the back of her thighs and adjusted her body with a gentle thrust. She held him around the shoulders and waist tightly and simply smiled as he walked effortlessly to their destination.
He lowered her carefully and suddenly pretended to be out of breath. "Elliot, what's wrong?" she grew concerned, and then saw his faint smile.
"Are you sure you only gained eight pounds?" he laughed.
"Shut up." She scolded him with a gentle slap and a soft smile as she sat, "Wonder who died here." She muttered looking at the pole as she sat.
"Wow…cop attitude to the core." He laughed sitting next to her. Then frowning seeing her wince and grab her leg.
"Cramp!" she groaned, "Oh, I hate these." She moaned rubbing her calf.
Elliot casually pulled out an item from his jacket as she worked the cramp out, "Surprise!" Elliot smiled holding a banana.
"Okay Elliot," She arched her brow at the surprise, "The chunky monkey thing is old." She smiled, then rubbed her calve again, "Come on, this hurts.'
"I know, the doctor said you'd get them and to eat banana's because they have potassium…now eat it." He instructed as he peeled it.
"Eat this…walk over there…you can't eat that…how much do you weigh," She faked irritation then smiled taking the banana, "you know El, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're head over heals in love with me."
Elliot tilted his head playfully, "Naw." He laughed as she took a bite of the fruit and rolled her eyes. "You got to talk about it Liv."
She exhaled and swallowed her first bite, "I hate talking."
"I like listening." He whispered tucking her hair behind her ear, "I like when you trust me with what you're feeling."
Olivia took another bite chewing slowly composing her thoughts then suddenly turning to him, "Do you think I'm a bad person?" she blurted out looking at him square in the eye searching him quickly and finding only compassion.
"Olivia Stabler." He re positioned himself to straddle the pole and hold her close to him, interlocking his hands around her waist, "There are a million things I think about you…all good; there are so many things you're capable of…all pure." He kissed her softly on the temple, "I don't think you're a bad person…tell me why you think you are."
Olivia smiled sadly and rested against him, "When I was holding Addison…I wanted him to be mine."
Elliot looked down at a face that had entirely too much pain written, "Olivia…there's nothing wrong with that, I think Casey would understand that feeling, I understand it, and to tell you the truth, that's kinda why I didn't ask to hold him."
Olivia looked at him slightly shocked, she had wondered why he didn't ask to hold the baby but figured he just didn't want to be a baby hog, "I'm sorry El, I didn't even ask how you felt about it."
"Hey," he rested his head against hers, "I just didn't want to put myself in a position where I might get depressed and want a drink…I didn't know if I was ready to take on something big like that…but you jumped in there Liv, blind faith…that's what I love about you."
"Blind faith?" she arched her brows, "I hardly think so."
Elliot laughed softly, "Olivia, you've changed so much and you don't even see it."
"For the bad?" she asked furrowing her brows.
"Would I be laughing if it were bad?"
"How can you say I have blind faith…I don't even understand faith." Her voice was borderline angry, "How can you put you're faith in a God who doesn't care Elliot…why would you do that?" Her voice broke with a frustration that she hadn't been able to pinpoint until now.
"If I didn't believe the God loves us…it wouldn't change the fact that He does." He whispered, "Faith is believing what we can't see."
"Why," She lowered her gaze and wiped the formation of moisture from her eyes, "is he putting us through all of this, why…is he so upset with me?" she questioned in a hoarse whisper.
Elliot wrapped her tighter, "Olivia, I can't answer you why were going through this but I can tell you that He doesn't punish people…He's not upset with you, and I know you're gonna hate me when I tell you this…but, you've got to give him a chance Liv."
"What did I do, that was so terrible that He would take our son and then let me stand in the wake of my best friends pregnancy?" she pleaded with him, clutching at his jacket, "Please tell me." She whispered through her tears, "I'll fix it, I'll do anything."
"Olivia," he kissed her cheek, "I understand that you're confused and upset, I am too, but right now, the way I see it, God's our only ally." He kissed her softly again, "We're gonna get through this together…we're gonna make it through this hell."
Olivia smiled faintly and broke the embrace with a gentle kiss on his lips, "Elliot?"
"Yeah?"
"The banana?" she held up the peel.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Didn't really do anything for me…legs feel great but I'm starving." She smiled.
"We'll then, let's get some soup in you." He stood extending his arm.
Olivia groaned, "Elliot, come on."
"What?" he said pulling her up gently, "We got tomato, vegetable and chicken soup at the house."
"El, please take me out…I want food, I want to be out with you…I'm sick of liquid's and pudding."
"Oliv-"
Olivia cut him off deciding she would have to play dirty, "What happened to 'Your wish is my command'?" she tugged on his jacket, "Don't make me act like some whiny school girl, Elliot." She smiled, and added one more just for good measure, "Please?"
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"Come on Paul," Casey smiled, "let me hold him."
"Case," he smiled back cradling Addison carefully, "You held him for nine months, and I want to hold him now."
"He needs to eat." She offered.
"Your just trying to hold him." He smiled sitting next to her in the bed, "He's asleep…how do you know he's hungry?"
"Come on Paul." She sat up, "Let me hold him, please."
"Fine," He smiled kissing the small forehead of his son and placing him gently into Casey's arms, "I have to get some work done anyway."
"No, please?" She asked him clutching his shirt as he tried to leave, "Please stay here with me."
"What's wrong Casey?" He asked softly readjusting himself to sit next to her with his arm around her shoulder.
"Nothing," she smiled sadly, "I just…"
Paul looked at her hold his son securely against her breast, "What is it?"
"We weren't…we didn't, we didn't get to spend time…you know, with-"
"Casey," Paul smiled kissing her gently on her cheek and resting his hand on Addison's tiny frame. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to be with you when we lost Sara, I need you to know that I'm not going anywhere…ever."
Casey smiled softly and bent her knees to rest Addison so they both could see him. "Paul?"
"Yeah, Honey?"
"Thank you…for coming back to me." She smiled letting a tear cascade down her cheek, "Thank you for being with me right now."
"Ah, Case," He wiped her tear with his thumb, "I think we came back to each other, and there's no place I'd rather be than right here, right now, with my gorgeous wife and my handsome son."
Casey smiled and rested her head on Paul's shoulder, "Where did he get this dark hair?"
Paul chuckled, "I haven't the slightest idea…he's gonna be a rebel." He suggested, "Tall too."
Casey smiled and looked up to see Paul's eyes, "Just like his dad." She smiled kissing him softly.
"Yeah," Paul grinned down at his sleeping son, "Just like his dad."
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Olivia stepped out of the bathroom stall of the Italian restaurant and washed her hands quickly, wanting nothing more than sit down for some real food with her husband. She rolled her eyes when she realized there was no soap in the dispenser, glancing over to the next dispenser she groaned seeing that it was also empty. "Cute." She mumbled sarcastically and turned the water faucet off. Grabbing the lever of the paper towel dispenser she groaned in protest, seeing that the janitor hadn't filled the dispenser, "You can't be serious." She moaned and then turned to see there was an electronic dryer mounted on the wall. "Yes!" she smiled then quickly frowned when she pushed the button and no heat was produced, "Un-friggin-believable." She tossed her head back and exhaled, shaking the water off of her hands and then cramming them into her jean pockets and rubbing them against the fabric, perfect.
Olivia looked at her shoes as she exited the restroom knowing that, at the rate she was going, it was very possible she had toilet paper dragging on her sneakers. When she looked up she stopped and leaned against the wall, observing a woman shamelessly flirting with Elliot. Oh, this is gonna be good. She smiled, remembering how Elliot flirted with her constantly, she smiled knowing he still did, but she'd never seen a woman flirt with him since they'd been married. What kind of woman flirts with a man wearing a wedding ring? She thought to herself watching and listening from a distance.
"So, are you here alone tonight?" The obviously plastic breasted woman asked bending just far enough that Elliot thought they moved Silicon Valley over to the East coast.
"I'm here with the only person who matters." He told her matter of factly.
"The seats empty." The blond motioned with her head.
"So it is." Elliot opened the menu in an effort to let the woman know he wasn't interested, in fact, he was completely annoyed, what kind of woman flirts with a man wearing a wedding ring? He thought to himself and wished Olivia would hurry up whatever it was that she was doing.
The woman sat slowly and leaned over the table putting her breast on display for Elliot, "Come, on," She smiled, "No woman in her right mind would leave a good looking man like you alone for a second."
Elliot closed the menu he was trying to peruse and exhaled in an effort to speak calmly, "A woman who trusts me would." He smiled apologetically and stood walking over to the bar.
Olivia smiled seeing Elliot literally walk away from a woman who she knew, that in her current state, looked much more appealing than she did. She was about to walk over and meet Elliot when the buxom blond made her way to him first. Olivia shook her head and laughed at the woman's audacity, scandalous. She shook her head and watched a little concerned that he was at the bar, but happy when he ordered a soda and sat. She watched as his shoulders tensed when the woman sat next to him. Ha! He's uncomfortable. She grinned.
"A little shy handsome?" the woman smiled ordering her self a soda.
"Nope." He responded dryly as he eyed the sports program on the T.V. "A little married." He countered waving his left hand at her and wiggling his finger hoping she would get the hint.
"I'm sure I can show you a good time…maybe a dance?" She asked trailing her finger on his thigh.
Olivia furrowed her brows, no touching she thought to herself and started to make her way to the bar again when Elliot slid the woman's hand off of his thigh and reached into his pocket retrieving his wallet. His body language declared his embarrassment, while his eyes spoke his anger but, somehow, his voice was cool, "If, I want to dance with a beautiful woman," he smiled at her, luring her in slightly closer to him before he smirked, "I'll ask my wife." He said tossing a five on the bar and telling the bartender to keep the change.
Elliot pocketed his wallet and turned to see Olivia standing with a smile on her face, "Hey," he smiled at her, "I thought I was gonna have to send in a search team." He teased her walking to her as he felt the stare of the blond on him. He wrapped his hand possessively around her waist and led her back to the booth he'd previously occupied, "You go on a walk-a-bout or what?" he laughed as they sat.
"No," she smiled softly, "I got sidetracked by something interesting."
"Interesting?" He arched his brows, "In the restroom? Do I want to know?"
Olivia smiled opening her menu, "Maybe I'll tell you tonight."
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"Hello, I'm here to see you're chief medical examiner." Melinda Warner smiled at the young receptionist and couldn't help but feeling a little old. These kids get younger and younger…or I'm get older she thought to herself.
The young receptionist who, according to her nametag, was named Dara, furrowed her brows, "Did you have an appointment?"
"Um, no actually I didn't." Melinda smiled hoping that would be enough…knowing it wouldn't be.
"I'm sorry ma'am, he doesn't see people without appointments." She smiled closing the appointment books. "It's almost the end of the work week as well."
"I see." Melinda pressed her lips together and pulled out her identification card, "Can you tell him that the Chief Medical Examiner of Manhattan would like to pick his brain about a case."
"Manhattan?" The woman smiled, "What brings Manhattan into Queens?" she smiled opening the book again and running her finger along a column.
Melinda smiled at her, "Just a little research."
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Elliot smiled seeing Olivia's face light up as the waiter placed a plate of fettuccini in front of her, "Yes…sustenance." She grinned picking up her fork as the waiter placed the lasagna in front of Elliot.
"Go easy on that Liv, you don't w-"
"Want to hurt my stomach." She finished his sentence, "Yeah, yeah, I know El." She smiled diving her fork into the cheesy fettuccini and taking a bite, savoring it as if it would be her last, "This is so amazing." She mumbled chewing the food and relaxing in the seat.
Elliot smiled watching her chew, eyes closed, a faint smile on her face and her head slightly tilted, "You're a woman who loves her food, Liv." He teased her starting in on his own meal.
"I have been deprived." She smiled and took another bite, "Now, that's heaven." She smiled and slid her feet over to his allowing him to wrap his calves around hers and lock his ankles together.
"Liv?"
"Yeah?" She asked not looking up from her food but trying to determine which section had the most cheese to pull from.
"I was thinking," he lowered his voice, "about, maybe, talking to the detectives who ran Isaac's case."
Shocked, she dropped her fork as she stared at him. Not exactly able to find her voice she whispered, "Why?"
"I don't know." He shrugged, "I think maybe it would help us with closure if w-"
"Closure is crap!" she hissed bitterly, "You and I both know it Elliot, don't feed me that line…why do you want to talk to them? Can't we just…can't we just," Unable to find the words she finally confessed, "I don't want to know anything," she whispered lowering her head. "I don't want to know the pain he felt, or the breath he gasped for in the fire." Her tears slid uncontrollably.
"Oh, Liv." He swallowed is half masticated lasagna, "I'm so sorry." He shook his head and stood to his feet only to slid into the booth next to her and wrap his arm around her shoulder, "I didn't mean to hurt you, I thought it would help…maybe it's too early."
"I don't want to know El."
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"I'm sorry Ma'am." Dara smiled hanging up the phone, "He said he just doesn't have time right now.'
"That's alright, can you tell me what time he's usually here?"
"He's here every morning at seven and leaves promptly at five." She smiled, "Thanks for coming bye."
"No." Melinda smiled wondering if the youngster realized she'd just given her what she wanted, "Thank you."
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"Hey," Paul smiled and kissed Casey gently on the mouth in an effort to wake her from the nap her body finally gave into, as Addison lay cuddled next to her.
"Hi." She mumbled then suddenly jerked awake checking to see that she hadn't smothered Addison.
"He's fine." Paul chuckled and picked him up slowly. "I'm gonna put him down and take a shower okay?"
"Mmmm, I'm gonna sleep." She smiled, "Thank you." She muttered sliding further down into the comfort of her bed.
She heard the sound of Paul winding up the mobile above the crib, then the shower water turning on as she finally drifted off to sleep only to be startled by a ringing phone.
"Paul." She groaned, "Phone." She muttered hoping he hadn't actually jumped in the shower yet.
"I'm naked,' he called back to her through the door.
Casey arched her brows and smiled, all the more reason to come out here and answer the phone.
"The phone is right next to you Case." He informed her.
Nuts! She rolled over smiling at her own choice of words and picking up the phone. "Hello, this is Casey."
"Casey, it's Melinda, do you got a sec?"
"Melinda?" She furrowed her brows, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Cragen tells me you had a little boy." Melinda informed her, trying to ease into her real reason for calling.
"No, I didn't have a little boy," She smiled and corrected her, "I had a gorgeous little boy."
"Oh," Melinda laughed, "I apologize for the miscommunication."
"No problem." Casey giggled, "But Melinda, come on…what did you really call for?"
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"How about Syriana?" Elliot suggested as they stood in the movie line.
"Ahh, what about that movie with the wardrobe? Alex said it was good." Olivia countered, squinting her eyes and scanning the sign for the movie.
"Really? Okay." Elliot shrugged, "Never figured you for a kids movie."
"Yeah, well…I think we both need something a little light hearted these days, don't you think?" she smiled then suddenly grabbed for his arm.
"You okay?"
"I think I need to rest a little." She blushed, "My legs are a little wobbly." She confessed.
Elliot walked her slowly to a bench and sat next to her.
"Aren't you gonna buy the tickets?" She smiled watching as the length of the line increased.
"First, we'll get something in you're stomach." He smiled bringing the backpack down between his feet and unzipping it.
"I just ate."
"Your weak."
"Hey…watch it buddy." She warned with a smile and reached down to the bag, "What do you got in there anyway?"
"Don't touch." He smiled and playfully slapped the back of her hand.
"Come on El, you've been lugging that pack around since I got out of the hospital…what's in it?" She asked curiously.
"Are you cramping?" Elliot asked ignoring her question and searching through that bag.
"No," She smiled, "Just wobbly."
"Okay," He said retrieving a health bar, "I think you're stomach can handle these now."
"Elliot." She smiled, "You've been carrying this stuff around…for what?" she grinned already knowing, "Let me see." She asked softly taking hold of the pack and looking through to see that he'd thought about everything, "Water," She smiled, "Protein bar, pudding, ewe…Ensure," She made a disapproving look but knew that it was the tiny things like this that made her fall in love with him. He'd never want to see her hurt, and for a moment she wondered if he would ever forgive himself for hurting her, by turning to alcohol.
She caressed his face with her hand and brought him to her lips sipping softly, before running the tip of her tongue along his lip and separating with a smile, "Thank you." She smiled looking at him, "But promise me something?"
"Anything." He grinned.
"Trash this." She smiled holding up the can of Ensure, "I really hate these…they make me feel old."
Elliot smiled taking the can from her and kissing her forehead as he stood, "I'll get the tickets."
Olivia smiled, "I'll eat the pudding."
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"Melinda," Casey smiled opening the door for her to enter, "Come on in." Casey motioned with her hand.
"Thanks for seeing me Casey, I know you have to be exhausted."
"I'm a little tired, but Addy should be waking any minute to eat." She ran her hand through her hair, and closed the door. "What's going on…you sounded stressed on the phone."
"I got a case that I'm not sure what's happening with." Melinda shoved her hands in her pockets, "Is there some place we can talk?"
"Sure, let me tell Paul to keep an ear out for Addy, and I'll meet you in the office." She said pointing down the hall, "Second door on the right, forgive the mess, I'm researching a case right now."
Melinda smiled and made her way to the indicated door while Casey disappeared into the master bedroom, "Paul?" she called into the bathroom placing the baby monitor on the countertop.
"Yeah?" he stuck his head out of the shower stall.
"Can you keep an ear out of Addy? I'm gonna be in the office with Melinda."
"Have fun." He smiled closing the door and returning to his shower.
Casey retreated to the kitchen and grabbed two bottled waters from the refrigerator before walking back to the office, "So," Casey smiled offering Melinda a water, "What's this big case you got going?"
"I should ask you the same thing." Melinda said pointing to the files on Casey's desk.
"Ugh," Casey shook her head and sat down, "Can you believe that people sell dead bodies?"
"Excuse me?"
"Take a look for you're self." Casey passed a case file to Melinda whose curiosity had already been peeked.
"Wow."
"You're telling me'" Casey rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "Apparently, it's all over the nation, and there's a couple here in good old NYC." She scoffed, "This city is somethin' else."
"Tell me about it."
"Actually," Casey corrected her posture, "I thought you were here to ask me something."
"Well," Melinda said pulling out her own case file from her workbag, "can you promise me that this is just between you and I for the time being?"
Casey arched her brows, "Sounds interesting."
"I don't know what it is at the moment…do I have you're word, as an officer of the court?" Melinda asked seriously.
"Melinda," Casey grinned, "I haven't had something interesting fly by my desk in ages, you have my word as an officer of the court, and as a friend…now show me what ya got."
Melinda exhaled and handed Casey the case file, "It was sent to me anonymously, but I have a good feeling who sent it."
"Have you confronted the sender?"
"No…that's what I wanted you're opinion on." Melinda informed her, "I need the fine art of manipulation."
"Ah," Casey smiled, "You should go talk to Olivia and Elliot then…those two could get blood out of a turnip."
"What if I told you that," She exhaled puffing her cheeks, "Those are the photos from the car accident?"
Casey had just begun to swallow a sip of her water when she stopped and stared at Warner. She put the bottle down slowly and opened the file, "What do you mean?" She looked at the photos and gasped, "You mean the car accident…with Isaac? Why do you have this? Every one at the precinct was ordered off of this case." She informed her looking at the photos, "Including you."
"I'm aware of that which is why I don't understand why it was sent to me…is someone trying to screw with the Stabler's?" Melinda asked resting her elbows on her knees, "I don't know what to make of this."
"Have you read the reports?" she asked flipping through the pages, "Well, I guess, there's no use, just about every pertinent piece of information is marked out…wonder why?" She furrowed her brows in thought, and then stopped when she looked at the photo's again, stopping on the third one, "Why are there two adult bodies?"
"Accomplice?" Melinda suggested.
"Maybe." Casey shrugged her shoulders, "What do you need by way of manipulation skills…by the way, don't tell Paul, but I'm flattered you think I'm a good manipulator in the court room." She chuckled.
"The best." Melinda smiled, "I need to know how to get someone to admit that they sent me that folder, I can't just ask…what if I'm wrong?"
Casey smiled, "One day Olivia got a confession out of a guy that no one could."
"How?"
"Someone had sent her a photo of a dead boy's grave…she hounded every suspect," Casey laughed, "she told them that she knew they'd sent the photo to her."
"I don't get it?" Melinda furrowed her brow.
"Melinda," Casey arched her brow, "When you apply enough pressure to a soft spot…you get a break…but only if it's a soft spot."
"So, you think I should just tell him I know he sent it and see if he caves?"
"Yep…but you have to be confidant, can't show fear,
otherwise, he won't confess." She smiled.
"No, I have a
question for you."
"Okay shoot."
"These bodies, or maybe I should say…bones" She grimaced, "What's with the lay out?" She asked looking at the way the adult skeletons were laid out, and feeling her stomach turn when she saw the infant skeleton laying precariously face down.
"Rig…most likely, once the muscles contract…it's down hill from there." She smiled and looked at her watch, "Oh, I have to go, I told my husband I'd actually be home early tonight."
Casey smiled, "Well, if anything else comes up…you know where to find me."
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Elliot exhaled as he lowered himself on the edge of the bed, the movie was interesting and being out with Olivia for the first time in several weeks was more than fun but, he was tired, then again, sitting across from one of the most gorgeous women, and having to restrain himself from having his way with her at any given moment could drain the energy out of anybody.
He smiled feeling the bed move as she crawled over to him. Her hands were soft against his sore body, warm against his chilled form. She knelt behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, caressing his chest, "I had fun with you tonight." She smiled and kissed his shoulder.
Elliot leaned his head back onto her shoulder, and smiled, "I had a really good time with you too Liv."
"You're pretty tense." She whispered rubbing her hands over his shoulder "Is something wrong?"
"Do you think I'm old?" he blurted suddenly.
Olivia laughed, not at him, but at the innocence of the question, "Where'd that come from?"
"Just asking." He exhaled and brought her hand to his lips kissing her softly, "I just…" his voice wondered off not sure what he was feeling.
"Elliot," She whispered in his ear, "I think you're sexy, you're body…is amazing." She smiled against him.
Elliot scoffed, "I'm fat Liv."
"What?" She smiled, "You sound like a woman."
"I'm gaining so much weight." He said patting his stomach, "I got on the scale today and I've gained twenty pounds since you've come back home." He started to laugh, "I got an old man's gut Liv."
Olivia smiled and tugged on his shoulders to turn him to her, "So, you gained a little weight," she smiled, "We got three months before we go back to work…you'll loose it."
Elliot groaned, "When I bought the movie tickets…the lady gave me a weird look, like I was too old to watch the Chronicles of Narnia." He blushed, "You married an old man Olivia."
"That Barbie doll at the restaurant didn't seem to think so." She smiled at him pulling him down to lay next to her. "You're blushing Elliot."
"I didn't like her around me." He smiled, "I wanted you there."
"Oh," She arched her brows, "I was there…watching you squirm like a worm on a hook."
"She flirted with a married man, Liv."
"My married man." She smiled and nuzzled next to him, enjoying his arms around her waist, "Can I tell you something?"
"Yeah."
"You made me feel really sexy tonight." She smiled into his chest.
"Really? How'd I manage that?" he kissed the top of her head through a grin.
"The way you responded to that woman," She raised her head to look him in the eye, "She definitely was a good looking woman Elliot…and I love that you didn't want her." She kissed him gently on the mouth, " I was starting to feel really unattractive since I've been sick and…I can't explain it but what you did made me feel sexy again."
"You're always sexy." He smiled, "She might have been good looking…but you're stunning." He whispered and tightened his embrace holding her. For Olivia, there was no place safer, no place more comforting.
"Liv?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you weigh your self today?" he asked out of concern.
"Oh, Elliot, come on." She groaned into his chest, "What is you're fascination with weight?"
"Liv, come on…you know I'm not trying to be mean, I just want to make sure you're gaining and not loosing."
"Well," She smiled shifting her weight and pinning him under her, "Let's just say you're not the only one gaining." She chuckled.
Elliot smiled and rested his hands on her waist, "You're really cute you know that?"
"Excuse me?" she smiled, "I'm trying to seduce you," she laughed, "And you tell me I'm cute?"
"Maybe I think cute is hot." He shrugged, "Let's start working out when you get back to you're normal weight."
"Are you serious?" she said sitting back on his thighs and resting her hands dangerously close to his crotch.
"Yeah…it'll be fun," he smiled walking his fingers under her shirt, "to see you sweat."
Olivia smiled slyly and lowered her body caressing his naked chest with her tongue and lips, "You know," She whispered making her way to his collar bone and following its contours, "If you want to loose weight," she caressed his cheek as she grazed his neck with her lips, "I know a good way you can burn a couple hundred calories."
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Dr. Warner found herself on her second venti latte before she had even hit the office. Her eyes were swollen from a sleepless night. She couldn't place it exactly, but there was something that Casey had told her that kept her up all night, something that, she couldn't finger but knew it was important.
Warner sat at her desk looking at the mound of paperwork and exhaling. She rubbed her neck and glanced at the clock, deciding that she would take Casey's advice and confront Dr. Savhey at five O'clock. She was about to take a sip of the blessed caffeine when she heard the voice of the one she didn't want to deal with.
In his best Bugs Bunny impersonation Donavan smiled, "Ehh, what's up Doc?"
She glared at him at stood, "If you don't that body bagged and tagged like I asked, I'm gonna be shootin' Donavan rabbits." She informed him seriously.
He furrowed his brows, "Come on Doc, it's not like you two were dating."
Melinda stopped and looked at him in total confusion, "What?"
"Dr. Savhey." He repeated and then absorbed her facial expression, "Or maybe you were?"
She sat her coffee down and folded her arms, "I'm a happily married woman…what the hell are you talking about Donavan?"
"You didn't read the paper this morning?" He folded his arms and furrowed his brows.
"I'm not afforded that luxury." She raised her brows, "You gonna tell me what you're talking about?"
"You seriously didn't watch the news this morning?"
"Donavan!" she snapped, "If you have time to read the paper and watch the news, than you have to much time on you're hands, and you need to get you're bony ass down here…now what the hell is going on?"
Donavan stepped a little closer and Warner wondered if it was the first time she'd seen him serious, "Melinda," he lowered his voice, "last night, Dr. Savhey…was murdered."