A/N: A huge shoutout to Cinderella1268. Thanks so much for your reviews to Chapters 11 & 12. I really appreciate them.
A/N2: I hope I can get back to a regular updating schedule starting this week. Thank you all for the well wishes and your patience.
Chapter 13
Olivia slumped her shoulders as she read through the medical report. The doctors had done a full work up of Samantha and the traumas the poor girl had endured. It had been three days since they rescued her but there were no signs of Gregg and no clues as to where he'd magically disappeared to.
"Heavy reading?" A familiar voice from the door asked, as they poked their head through the door opening. The Sergeant had only left the door open enough for her to hear if the phones out in the bullpen rang.
"You have no idea, El," Olivia shook her head as she put the paperwork down.
"Carisi said you'd holed yourself up in your office. Rollins is apparently glued to someone at the hospital and Nick and Fin are out running down a lead. Almost sounds like the squad back when I was here," he said as he pulled his entire body inside the room, still leaving the door open a little.
"Not much has changed, just the personnel," she agreed.
"Well I didn't come here to talk shop. I came here to check up on my best girl," Elliot smirked as he took a seat across from her desk.
"Your best girl? Still working on a nickname?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yes and I kind of like that one," he admitted.
"I might be able to get used to it," Olivia conceded.
"Well it's a start. Now, how are you? I left quite a few voicemails and even called the awe-inspiring Lucy once or twice," Elliot said.
"I'm seriously considering letting her adopt Noah. He called her momma the other day," it had crushed her to hear it despite Lucy automatically correcting him. The babysitter hadn't brought it up, ignoring it as if it hadn't happened but Olivia had cried herself raw after Lucy left for the evening.
"Oh Liv," Elliot got up from his chair and walked around her desk. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. He could feel his shirt getting wet and he immediately pulled back and wiped away her tears.
"No more ifs, ands, or buts. After this case, you use some of that crazy stockpiled vacation time. Just you and Noah. You don't even need to go anywhere," he said.
"Is that an order Marine?" She asked.
"I'd call it more of a stern warning," he smirked slightly and gently kissed her on her lips.
"I wish you wouldn't do that here," she said when they broke apart.
"Why? Can't let everybody see?" Elliot wanted to know.
"Because then I'm horny the rest of the day," it was not like her to admit such things but he loved it.
"How long until you get off shift?" He asked.
"About an hour," Olivia told him.
"I will be waiting at your place with dinner," Elliot smirked, kissed her quickly again, and then left the room. She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing he did it on purpose. She adjusted her legs as she sat back down in her chair when the phone rang.
"Benson,"
"Sergeant, I'm here with Samantha and her mother, Sherry," it was Rollins. She had stepped out of the room to make the phone call a little more private.
"Anything going wrong, more so than it already has?" Olivia asked.
"Samantha is worried that we're going to charge her in the death of Gene Sanderson," Amanda said.
"Why would we do that?" Olivia was confused. The girl had been protecting herself and besides, she wasn't the one who delivered the final blow.
"She admitted that she stabbed Sanderson in an effort to get away from him. I told her that she had nothing to worry about because he was trying to kidnap her. Instead of looking relieved, she had this blank stare on her face. I think she needs to be evaluated by a shrink," the blonde said.
"I'll see if we can borrow Doctor Skoda," Olivia told her.
To Be Continued…