A/N: Cragen's luck takes a turn, and annoys the squad. But how? Fin's quirk leads to an injured Alex, and Casey has to answer for her actions. Final Saturday night, and a last Sunday
DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters? Dick Wolf. This story? TStabler©
"Did you...did you just growl?" Olivia asked, pushing Elliot up a bit.
He smirked down at her and waggled his eyebrows. "Yeah," he whispered, moving his hips a little faster. "You make me growl," he said, with another growl, as he nipped at her neck.
She moaned and clawed at his back, biting him back and chuckling. "God, El, you're so..."
He deepened the kiss, not letting her finish her sentence. He moaned and thrust harder, faster, trying to keep them quiet. "Liv," he whispered, "God, Liv." He groaned and moved, hitting her deeper, making her whine against his lips.
"El," she cried, "Baby, I can't..."
"Yes, you can," he interrupted, grunting as she clamped around him quickly, her seventh, if he counted correctly. Another marathon session had come and gone, they'd taken short breaks, and the sun was rising on a calm, crisp, Sunday afternoon when he embarked on this final journey with her.
She gave in, giving him what he wanted, although she could have sworn she didn't have the energy or ability to do it, and she arched her back as she kissed him.
He grunted as he shot into her, spilling over with four hard thrusts that forced their pelvic bones to beat together. He cursed with his last spurt and rolled them over, breathing heavily. "God damn," he hissed, kissing her forehead.
She managed a nod. "Love you," she panted.
"Love you more," he said through harsh breaths.
"No way," she mumbled, her lips pressed against his chest.
Elliot chuckled and closed his eyes. He yawned, rubbing his hand up and down her back, and said, "Believe what you want."
Their breathing slowed to a synchronized, easy, rhythm, and they kissed one last time before falling asleep, wrapped up and twisted together.
Barely four hours into their Sunday morning slumber, both of their cell phones rang out, waking them. "Fucking hell," Elliot grumbled.
"Not happening," Olivia moaned.
Elliot nudged her off of him, seething as he'd fallen asleep inside of her. "Shit," he hissed, missing her comfort and warmth immediately. He reached over and grabbed their phones, handing her hers as he answered his. "Stabler," he mumbled. "What? It's Sun...I know but...okay, okay. Stop yelling. We'll be right there."
Olivia's eyes were still closed as she snapped her phone shut. "I've never hated Fin more than I do right now," she whined.
"Fin? You get a pleasant call with Fin, I get Cragen threatening me," he complained. "Can't believe we're being called in on a fucking Sunday."
Olivia yawned. "Let's just go, do what we gotta do, come home, and curl up on the couch with Chinese food and a bad movie."
Elliot laughed and kissed her forehead. "That sounds like a plan," he said. They got out of the bed, dressed, and headed out to the station, ensuring that the kids knew not to answer the door or leave the house. They drove in tired silence, parked, and plodded into the building.
"What?" Olivia asked, her arms folded, as she walked into the squad room. She furrowed her brow and looked around. "What's with the horseshoes?"
Munch rolled his eyes. "Captain Lucky over there thinks they make the place homey," he said.
"I think they make it look like a dude ranch," Fin said.
Alex, on crutches, said, "It could be worse. He could have four leaf clovers..."
At that moment, Cragen came out and handed everyone a four-leaf clover, encased in plastic on a keychain.
"What were you saying, Cabot?" Elliot asked, smirking as he nodded his thanks to his captain.
"What the hell happened to you, anyway?" Olivia asked, suppressing a yawn.
Alex glared at Fin. "Mister Clean waxed the floor!" she griped.
"No one told you to wear stiletto heels in the damned kitchen," Fin spat back.
"Forgive me for interrupting yet another lovers quarrel," Munch said, "But why am I holding the world's smallest salad in my hands?"
"Luck," Cragen said. "You all need luck, some more than others," he said, looking at Olivia and Elliot. "We need to find this boy. We need all the luck we can get."
Fin sighed. "What do you want us to do?" he asked, running a hand over his head.
"You and Munch, retrace the kids steps and get a track on the van. Benson, Stabler, you're in here, fielding calls."
"What?" Elliot yelled. "Cap, that's not..."
"I'm not letting her chase a man with a gun," Cragen interrupted. "You know why, so just do as your told, Detective," he scolded, his eyes narrow.
Fin and Munch looked at Cragen, stunned. Fin opened his mouth. "Cap, you know she could take the bastard down in..."
"No," Cragen said, shaking his head. "Not today, not this time. Just go."
Fin sighed, getting up, and he and Munch walked out of the bullpen to chase down leads. Elliot walked over to Cragen, folded his arms, and said, "You're keeping her from doing her job. Are you trying to get her to quit? Because she will."
Cragen looked at him. "I'm trying to keep her safe. I'm not gonna be responsible for sending her out there. She wants this kid more than anything, Elliot, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let her do anything that would possibly take it away from her."
Elliot blinked. "You think I would let anything..."
"Sometimes, you can't help it," Cragen cut him off again. "I'm not taking a chance. Not now. Answer the phone," he spat, turning and heading for his office.
Elliot looked after him for a moment, then turned toward his desk, but Olivia had already answered the phone. He smiled at her, noticing her glow, her slightly rounded belly, her fuller breasts, and he smiled. She was in mommy-mode, and he couldn't wait to go through everything with her, experiencing it all with her for the time. "Anything good?" he asked, watching her hang up.
"Wrong number," she said with a laugh. "Guy tried to order a pizza."
Elliot laughed and sat down, then turned to Alex. "So Fin's OCD finally got to ya?" he teased.
"Please," Alex said, rolling her eyes. She took a breath and asked, "Have either of you talked to Casey? I mean, she isn't my favorite person right now, but she's pregnant and scared, and after what she did..."
"I said I was sorry," a meek voice from the doorway called into the room.
Eyes turned and landed on Casey, her hand resting on her swollen belly and her eyes red. "I talked to Trevor," she said. "He said...we could work on this."
"Good," Olivia said, nodding. "But Case, why couldn't you have talked to me? I would have..."
"I didn't want to bother you, Olivia. You have the life you've always wanted with the man you've always loved. I ruin things," she shrugged. "I didn't want to ruin that for you. I thought if I left, then Fin could get serious with Alex, Trevor wouldn't be tied down, and you wouldn't have to worry anymore."
"When you took off, Casey, it only made us worry more," Olivia said, shaking her head. Then she lurched forward. "I'll be right back," she said.
Elliot's eyes widened and he ran out after her.
Alex and Casey looked at each other, not wanting to talk but not having a choice. "Uh, so, is she okay?" Casey asked, rubbing her belly.
"I think she ate something that didn't agree with her," Alex said with a shrug.
"What happened to you?" Casey asked, biting her lip.
Alex smirked. For some reason, she could tell Casey every sordid detail. "Fin waxed the kitchen floor, we were having sex in the kitchen, my heel slipped, twisted my ankle," she said casually.
Casey swallowed hard and nodded. "Right," she said. "Look, uh, whatever happened with me and Fin, it wasn't..."
"It's over," Alex said. "It happened, I forgave him, we're okay."
Casey nodded again. It was silent. Dead silent, until Elliot and Olivia walked back into the room. A waft of mint hit Alex and she tilted her head. "Did you brush your teeth, Benson?" she asked.
"Uh, no. Mouthwash," Olivia said, letting Elliot held her into her seat. "I wasn't expecting this yet," she said, shaking her head.
"Expecting what?" Casey asked, smirking, as if she knew.
Elliot looked at Olivia, who nodded, and then looked at the two A.. "Morning sickness," he said, a smile gracing his lips.
"Oh, my God, Benson!" Alex chirped. "You're...really?"
Olivia smiled and nodded. "Really," she said.
The phone rang, Elliot answered it, and the girls chatted about babies and names. They were all excited about having babies, and were oblivious to the distraught man in the doorway, who wanted nothing more than to forget he was going to have one, too.
A/N: A very final Monday, coming up, that will change the lives of three people dramatically. But who? Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212