A/N: Has their impulsive wedding ruined their case? What did Casey say to Fin when Melinda left? What was up with Kathy and what does Elliot have planned for the honeymoon? I'll post it, if you want it!

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"She didn't," Elliot said disbelievingly as Fin told him what Casey had said when he and Olivia had left for the chemical company the previous afternoon.

"She did," Fin said, chuckling and nodding. "And then she asked me how long I wanted to fuck Mel. Then she had the nerve to ask if I ever fantasized about Melinda the way she fantasized about you and Baby-Girl," he scoffed. "Tryin' to make me into some kind of hypocrite."

Elliot shook his head and finished fixing his coffee. "Man, she really has a screw loose."

"Speakin' of screws," Fin began, lowering his voice and leaning closer to Elliot, "What's Liv like?"

"Perfectly sane, unless you piss her off," Elliot said, not getting it, drinking his coffee. "Or get her drunk," he laughed.

"No, man," Fin laughed. "In bed. What, uh, what's the craziest place you two have ever done it? Does she scream? Does she bite?"

Elliot rolled his eyes. "Ask her," he said. Then his eyes twinkled and he said, "I've never been one to kiss and tell, Fin. But, uh, I have plenty of scars, our neighbors are lucky we have insulation, and I think someone needs to wax or replace Cragen's desk." He smirked, as Fin gaped, and walked back to his desk.

Fin cleared his throat as he walked to his own workspace and looked at Elliot. "Cap's desk? How the fuck did you swing that?"

Olivia dropped her file and pen and glared at Elliot. "You told him?"

"I didn't give him details," Elliot laughed.

"I want details," Fin said, looking at Olivia.

Olivia chuckled and shook her head. "I want a Sixty-Seven Roadster Convertible," she said. "Guess we're both shit outta luck, huh?"

Fin laughed and let his mind race with possibilities as he thought of Olivia, Elliot and Cragen's desk.

Munch walked in, then, shaking his head and heading for the coffee. "You two," he said, pointing to Olivia and Elliot, "Never, ever, get divorced." He poured a cup, sipped and said, "This shit sucks."

"Divorce or your coffee?" Olivia asked with a smirk.

"Both," Munch said, tilting his cup toward them as he sipped again. "Just promise me if your marriage bites the dust you won't pull this mud-slinging shit."

"Munch," Elliot said, sighing, "You don't have to worry about me and Liv. Divorce is not an option."

Olivia softened a bit, smiled at him, and then said, "Yeah, if I ever get sick of him, I'll just kill him." Fin and munch laughed, then she said, "That will never happen, though." She winked at Elliot, unable to really tell him she loved him at that moment.

Munch nodded, sitting, and said, "If it was gonna happen, it woulda happened long ago."

Fin said, "Yeah, and anyway, how the hell did you get into Cragen's office?"

Olivia and Elliot laughed as Munch stared on, confused.

Cragen walked out of his office then, his eyes wide. "You two," he said, wagging a finger between Olivia and Elliot. "Court! Case! Won! How?"

Olivia looked at Elliot, who was staring back at her just as amused. She chuckled, then turned to Cragen and said, "Captain! Case! Crock! Shit!"

"How did you...what the hell happened?" Cragen asked, folding his arms.

Elliot took another sip of his coffee, then leaned back in his chair. "We convinced the jury that the bastard's idea of spousal privilege was faulty and misguided, Liv had the good sense to bring up our case closure rating, I stayed relatively calm, and it helped that Trevor didn't even believe his own bullshit defense. The judge threw out the complaint and told the jury to disregard any mention of our marital status."

"When all they had was cold hard facts," Olivia said, smirking, "They had no choice but to convict the son of a bitch."

"Damn impressive," Cragen said, giving each of his lead detectives a pat on the back. "Oh, uh, Stabler, some guy named Whitfield called for you? Said something about Tahiti? Bora Bora? Wants you to call him back," he said, handing Elliot a message note.

"Thanks, Cap," Elliot said through gritted teeth. Now, the surprise was shot.

"Sure," Cragen said, smirking. The phone rang, then, and Cragen nodded, letting his crew know he'd answer it, and he ran into his office to do it.

"Who the hell do you know in Bora Bora?" Olivia asked, a smirk on her face.

Elliot tilted his head. "No one," he said. "But, uh, we're gonna meet a few people there, hopefully."

Olivia furrowed her brow, giving him the expression she reserved for really incompetent perps, and Trevor Langan. "What the hell are you talking about? When the fuck are we going to...oh, my God."

Elliot let his pressed together lips tighten and lean into a skewed smirk as he tried not laugh at her stunned expression. "Yeah, so you need to go pick out the girls' dresses. The sooner we get married, uh, again, the sooner we can go on this magical mystery tour of Matira Beach."

"They're already...I mean, they just need to get fitted," Olivia mumbled, still shocked. "Elliot, how the hell did you...wow, what?"

Elliot laughed and shook his head. "I told you I had it all planned."

"Yeah," Olivia said, "But usually when you say things like that it's like a third grader telling his mother he's done his science fair project, then stays up all night doing it at the last minute."

Fin laughed heartily. "You just got owned, Stabler."

"She's owned me for years, Fin," Elliot said, drinking the last of his coffee.

Cragen came back out of his office with a pink slip and handed it to Munch. "You and Fin, Mercy General, now."

"Cap," Elliot said, feeling somewhat overlooked, "Liv and I can..."

"No," Cragen interrupted, "You can't."

Elliot folded his arms. "Court was a breeze, Cap. We got back in record time and we can stay if you..."

"You can't take this case, Stabler," Cragen barked, cutting him off again.

Olivia tilted her head. "Why not?" she asked.

Cragen sighed, shaking his head, and said, "Because the vic is Kathy."

Silence.

"Go home," Cragen said. "Both of you, just go home, you had the day off for court, keep it."

"Cap," Elliot said, "My kids have a right to..."

"I'll call," Cragen interjected again. "Just go."

Olivia and Elliot were cuddled together under a blanket on the couch, watching a movie, with a bowl of cheddar cheese popcorn nestled between them. Dickie and Lizzie were on the floor in front of the television, Kathleen was lying flat on the rug in front of the couch, and Maureen was curled up on the reclining chair. It was a quiet family evening, as Olivia and Elliot were trying to forget that Kathy had been assaulted.

"Come," Olivia whispered, leaning into Elliot and speaking with the character in the movie.

"Stay," Elliot whispered back to her.

Olivia, turning her face from the screen toward Elliot, pointed to her heart and said, "Ouch."

"Ouch," Elliot said, mimicking her actions.

Olivia turned back to the TV and rested her head on Elliot's shoulder as she whispered, "I'll be right here."

Elliot kissed her forehead, letting his eyes close.

"Okay," Kathleen said from the floor. "I know you two can reenact this movie with finger puppets if you wanted to, but will you both shut up? E.T is leaving and it's...God, I'm crying over a stupid alien movie.

Sniffling, Olivia said, "It's not stupid, Katie."

"This is Liv's favorite movie," Elliot said, brushing his thumb under her eye, wiping the tear, then popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

Maureen chuckled. "Yeah, probably just because the kid's name is Elliot."

"You have no idea how much crap kids at school gave me for that, do you, Mo?" Elliot asked, tossing popcorn at her. "Every five minutes, some kid would come up and point to me and go, 'E.T phone home, Elliot.' Drawing out my name like the damned alien does. All the way up through the damned police academy."

Olivia's cell phone rang, interrupting Elliot's anecdote, and she answered it. "Sta...Benson," she said, giving Elliot a look. "Wow, okay. Is she...oh, that's good, then. You don't know. Right. Thanks, Fin. No, uh, just let us know when you do. Bye." She hung up and shook her head. "I really almost said 'Stabler,' El. That's a little creepy."

"It's your name, Liv," Elliot said with a chuckle. "You legally changed it, now I think you're heart and your brain have finally changed it, too."

Olivia smirked at him, tossing some popcorn in her mouth. She leaned into him and whispered, so the kids wouldn't hear her, "Kathy's in pretty bad shape. He really worked her over, El. We should take the kids to see her tomorrow."

Elliot scrunched his face a bit. "I don't think they should see her if..."

"She looks fine," Olivia broke in. "According to Fin, she's just got a black eye and a broken wrist. Everything else is, uh, internal."

Elliot cringed, dropping his head to Olivia's. "He say if she knew who did it?"

"No," Olivia said. "But he said she swears it wasn't her boyfriend. Guy was wearing a mask, jumped her coming out of work."

"Stop," Elliot said, kissing her quickly. "I don't wanna hear it. We're off tonight, I don't wanna talk about work, or Kathy. We're having a good night. I don't want to deal with this right now."

Olivia nodded, kissing him again, and she was stunned when Elliot pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. They were interrupted, though, when a couch pillow hit Elliot in the head.

"Ow!" Elliot yelped. "Rude," he spat, tossing the pillow back to Dickie.

"No, Dad," Dickie laughed. "Rude is you two making out like Maureen and Travis."

"Dickworm!" Maureen shouted.

Olivia chuckled. "Hey, that's not nice. Don't call your brother names," she said, trying to sound stern and motherly.

"Hey, Mo," Elliot said, grinning, "Don't you have laundry to do, oh, grounded one?"

"Shouldn't out loving mother be doing the laundry, oh, overdoing-it-with-the-punishment one?" Maureen asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Olivia scoffed. "Who do you think your father married? For the last sixteen years, I've been paying a nice Chinese woman to wash my clothes. I don't do laundry," she said smirking and lowering both eyebrows a bit.

"Or any cooking," Kathleen said.

"Or cleaning," Lizzie added.

Dickie fell back onto the pillow on the floor and said, "But that's why we love you, Mom. You wouldn't be you if you did all those things. You'd be all boring and un-Liv-like."

"So true," Kathleen said.

Elliot looked at Olivia and he smiled warmly at her. She could see the love reflecting in his eyes as he said, "Incredibly true." He brushed her hair back, kissed her sweetly, and said, "I love you, Olivia."

"I love you, too," Olivia said, smirking. She stuck her finger out, pointed at him, and said, "Elliot," in her best drawn-out E.T voice.

Elliot chuckled and shook his head, then leaned in to kiss her again. "Lemme guess, you wanna phone home, too?"

Olivia shook her head, pecked his lips, and said, "I am home."

"Damn right you are," Elliot said, holding her close. He was about to kiss her once more when her phone rang, again. "Dammit," he muttered, a breath away from her lips. "We're off tonight, baby."

"I know that," Olivia said, sighing as she flipped open her phone. making a conscious effort to say her name. "Benson," she spat. "What? Oh, my God, where? No, no, no, we'll do it, just tell her to stay there, and to stay calm, we're on the way." She hung up and pushed Elliot off of her.

"Liv," Elliot said, "baby, what is it? Kathy?"

"No," Olivia said, pulling on her shoes and reaching for her bag. "Casey."

A/N: What? Oh no! Is Casey all right? What happened to her? Does this mean someone's targeting women involved with the men of SVU? Wanna know?