A/N: How is the rest of their honeymoon? How's Kathy? Read on! I love you guys.
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Olivia was dreaming. Mentally recalling the events of yesterday. The stroll along the beach, the romantic sunset, the amazing sex they had, rolling in the hot sand, no one around to care. She fluttered her eyes open and took a deep breath. Salty, fresh, ocean, island air and..."Pancakes?" she asked, popping up in the bed. "El?"
"Yeah, baby. I'm making pancakes." Elliot was bent over in the small kitchenette in their bungalow, making the fluffy, orgasmic pancakes that Olivia loved. Olivia grinned and wrapped the sheet around her, padded softly over to him and wrapped one arm around him.
"You know," she said, "We have two unpacked, unopened suitcases sitting in the corner. We've been here for five days and we haven't even gotten out of the bed, except to take a naked walk on the beach."
Elliot turned his head to face her. "Are you complaining?"
"Nope," she said with a smile. "Just stating the facts, Detective Stabler."
"Open your mouth," he said. She raised an eyebrow, but dropped her jaw. Elliot popped a piece of a pancake into her mouth and watched as her eyes rolled back behind her head, and a sultry smirk played at her lips. "I love that face," he said, kissing the end of her nose. "Pancakes and sex. I can definitely keep you happy for the rest of your life."
She smiled as she chewed and wrapped her arm tighter around him. "You will. I know you will."
"Liv, silly question, why the hell are you wrapped in a sheet? I've seen you naked a million times, we're in a private bungalow on a remote section of a pretty empty island," Elliot said as he flipped the last pancake onto a plate and turned off the stove.
"Because, I actually want to eat the pancakes," she said, matter-of-factly.
Elliot laughed. "You can't eat naked?"
Olivia sighed and dropped the sheet. Elliot froze. His left eye twitched. He put the plate down on the counter and pounced on her like a hungry lion, kissing her neck and stroking her already wet slit, working her up rather quickly. "Fuck, Elliot, See?" she said, moaning.
"Huh?" he said, stopping. "Oh," he laughed. "Sorry."
Olivia chuckled. "Don't stop now. I can eat cold pancakes," she said, rubbing his back, leading him toward the bed. He crawled on top of her, slowly, and slid inside of her, when his phone rang. They both groaned. "Are you kidding?" he mumbled against his wife's lips. He pulled away from her. "I don't even know where my phone is, right now." He pulled out of her and searched, finally picking up the jeans he wore five days ago, and found the phone in the pocket. "Stabler. Hey, Cap. God, the kids? Oh, thank God. What? How...oh, shit. Yeah, no, it's fine. She thinks what? Wow. No, uh, we'll be home to, uh, explain. This is a good thing, it means she's gonna be out of our lives. Thanks."
"What is it, El?" Olivia asked, concerned. "Is it one of the kids?"
Elliot walked back to the bed, climbed back in and held Olivia close. "No, the kids are fine. It's uh, Kathy. She was attacked in jail. Simon had someone try to kill her, but they were stopped before they could finish the job. She was in a coma for a couple of days. Cragen didn't want to interrupt us, but she woke up this morning. Liv, she can't remember anything about the last thirteen years, our entire marriage, her career, her boyfriend, it's all gone. She's got partial brain damage. She thinks we're still together, in high-school, and she thinks she's having my baby. She doesn't know who any of the kids are, and she doesn't know who you are."
"So," Olivia began, "When she gets her memory back she'll flip out and try to kill us again."
"The doctors don't think she'll get her memory back, baby. If she does, it won't be for years, and by then she'll have been in jail or a hospital for so long she'll have forgotten all about us anyway."
"What are we gonna do?" Olivia asked.
Elliot smirked. "We are going to fly home, and introduce her to our family. She knows she's in the hospital, she knows she's been in jail, now she's gonna know that she's out of my life for good and Liv, do you know what this means?"
"Ding, dong, the witch is dead?" she joked.
"Well, yeah," Elliot laughed. "But it also means that since she has no recollection of ever having the kids, you can now claim them as yours. Completely. No one will argue." He kissed her forehead and she smiled at him.
"El, I already thought of them as mine," she said, kissing him again. He rolled over on top of her and slid into her in one fluid motion, to finish what they'd started before the phone rang.
Their plane landed at seven-thirty, Cragen picked them up at the airport. "I'm so sorry about this," their captain said. "Your kids are shaken up, not about Kathy not remembering them, but about their grandparents. Elliot, Kathy's parents are scaring the shit out of your kids. We have to go to the hospital, right now."
"What? What are they saying to my kids?" Elliot asked, demanding.
Cragen sighed as they barreled their way through the airport. "They told your kids that since Kathy doesn't know who they are, you were never going to let them see grandma and grandpa again, and they were going to have to find a way to see them, any way they could. They're making threats."
"Jesus Christ," Elliot muttered. "I think her psychosis is hereditary."
They rode quickly to the hospital, ran even faster through the glass doors and followed Cragen as he led them to Kathy's room. The kids leaped into the arms of their father and their new mother. Elliot glared at his former in-laws. "What the hell have you been telling my kids," he seethed in a whisper.
"The truth, Elliot," Mr. Malone spat. "You really expect me to believe that you're going to let us remain a part of your new, perfect family..."
"Yes."
The voice was Olivia's.
It shocked everyone.
"You are their grandparents. Whether she's in jail, crazy or both, you're their blood. Family is family. We'd never keep them from you. We haven't so far, have we? After everything she's already done, we've still kept you involved. Why would that change?" Olivia asked, softly, clutching a frightened Lizzie in her arms.
Mrs. Malone softened her expression. "My God, Paul. She's right. Like Lizzie said, she really is an angel," she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Yeah, she is," Elliot said, looking at Olivia with a warm expression.
"I'm sorry," Kathy said, groggy. just waking up, confused, from her bed. "But who are all of these kids and...Elliot? Is that you, baby? You're not in your uniform, did they send you home?"
"Baby?" Maureen asked, making a horrified expression.
Elliot rested his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Uh, yeah, Kathy. It's me. But, you can't call me 'baby' anymore. See, you were hurt, in jail. You did some pretty horrible stuff to me and my wife."
"Wife?" Kathy asked. "You're married? That's not...not right. We're getting married."
Elliot looked at Olivia, then moved, stepping closer to Kathy. "Kathy, listen. Someone hit you, very hard, on the head. You don't remember anything that's happened for the last decade. We aren't together anymore, and that baby you're carrying is not mine. That beautiful woman, right there," he said pointing to Olivia, "Is my wife. She is having my baby. And these children, Maureen, Kathleen, Lizzie and Dickie, they're our kids. Mine and..." he paused and took a deep breath, then looked at Mr. and Mrs. Malone.
"Just, do it, Elliot. It'll make it easier for her," Paul Malone said, blinking back tears.
Elliot continued. "Mine and Olivia's. You and I haven't been together since high-school, Kathy. That guy over there, the one in the white jacket? He's a doctor. He's the father of your baby, Kathy. He's the one who you need to be with right now. I think you two need to talk." Elliot nodded at Kathy's parents, then took his family out into the hallway.
"Why did you tell her we weren't her kids?" Kathleen asked.
Elliot sighed. "Honey, she doesn't remember anything about you, she doesn't remember giving birth to any of you, your lives are wiped from her memory. If I was to tell her that you guys were her children it would send her into traumatic shock and she could..."
"I get it," Maureen said. "After everything she did, it's better this way."
Kathleen nodded. "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to know why you were so nice about it. I would have loved to see her freak out."
Olivia's eyes widened. "Katie?"
"Yeah, Mom?" she asked, calmly.
Olivia put her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Why would you have..."
Kathleen interrupted. "Okay, hi! She tried to kill us! In that car! Then she tried to get you both in trouble at work. She shows up at our house and punches Mom in the face. Then she makes the judge kick us out of our house, not that we don't totally love our new place, but we had to sleep on the floor of Mom's old apartment for a week. My back still hasn't fully recovered. And then she makes friends with Mom's psycho brother and tries to get you and our baby brother or sister killed by blowing up the police station which ended up putting Uncle Munch in the hospital. Personally, I think she deserves a little bit of the post-traumatic stress that we've all had to deal with for the past seven months! Go traumatize her!"
"Wow, Katie," Elliot said. "Remind me never to piss you off."
Kathleen huffed. "You already have! You're supposed to be in Hawaii for another two days being all gooey and romantic with Mom. Not here sugar-coating that horrible woman's new life for her!"
Lizzie cleared her throat. "What my temper-tantrum-having, yet correct, older sister is trying to say, is that we are going to stay with the Warner's for the weekend. You two can pretend the house is Hawaii. It'll be really easy."
Dickie chimed in. "Yeah, there's a whole bunch of surprises...ow! Maureen!"
"Surprises are only surprises if you don't talk about them, little brother!" Maureen scolded, whapping her brother in the arm.
Cragen came up to the family, with Trevor Langan. "Guys, the D. A has decided, under the circumstances, that Kathy should be released into the care of a mental health facility. Trevor's going to talk to her parents. Since she can't remember committing the crimes, she can't remember the reasons, therefore she's no longer a threat to you or your family. She is, however, mentally retrograding, and needs help."
"Thanks," Elliot said, shaking Cragen's hand, then Trevor's. "We're gonna wait for you Cap. Hank is coming to pick up the kids."
Cragen nodded, then walked into the hospital room to tell the Malones what was happening. Elliot looked at Olivia, still unable to believe that she was really his wife. He turned her face toward him, smiled, kissed her and said, "What do you think the kids meant by 'surprises,' baby?"
"No clue," she replied kissing him back. "As long as they didn't pour sand all over the new carpet, I'll be happy."
A/N: What have the kids done to the house for their parents? Is Kathy really suffering memory loss or did she just give her family up out of guilt? Review!