A/N: Resolution
DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters belong to Dick Wolf. TStabler© owns this story.
Olivia sighed as she packed the last photo frame from Elliot's desk into the box in her hands. She looked around the room, half the unit busy with work and the other half shaking Elliot's hand, saying goodbye to him. She almost cried.
Her eyes met Elliot's, then, and she gave him a soft smile. She moved slowly toward him, and she dropped the box into his hands. "Well," she sighed, "I think you need to go, now."
He chuckled at her, kissed her softly, and winked at her. "I will be right downstairs," he said to her. "We knew this was..."
"Yeah," she nodded, finding it hard to breathe. "Still, nothing could have made me ready for it."
"I'll be up here to pick you up at ten," he told her with another kiss.
She watched him grab look around sadly, then moved in for one last kiss, and tried to hold in the tears as he walked away from her, out of the squad room, the people around her now clapping for him.
Fin, with folded arms, shook his head. "This ain't right," he griped. "You were both doin' your jobs, man. I think Eckerson just..."
"This wasn't just Andy's decision," Olivia interrupted. "He gave us an ultimatum, yeah, but..." she stopped. "Homicide offered him more money, better hours, and he can work solo. With this baby and...the rest of the kids...we need the money. Besides," she said, turning to him, "He's always wanted someone to call him 'Captain."
Munch took off his glasses and wiped his eyes. "He didn't have to force Elliot out, though. Just because you two signed a piece of paper..."
"We got married," Olivia corrected. "Andy was pulling strings for us, temporarily. We knew that once the deed was done, one of us would have to leave. It's better this way, trust me. Neither one of us has to deal with a partner we can't stand..." She turned around. "No offense, Ken."
"None taken," Briscoe said with a roll of his eyes.
Olivia laughed. "And we have the same hours now, I don't have to stay here alone to file reports, I know he's right downstairs doing the same thing."
Fin sighed again, then sat at his desk. "Makes sense," he mumbled.
"Hey, Cap," Ken Briscoe said, his eyes trained on the door. "Isn't that your stepson?"
Olivia turned fast, her eyes widening. "Dickie!" she called, walking toward him. "Honey, what happened?"
"Nothing happened," Dickie said, pale and slightly shaky. "Is Dad..."
"Downstairs," she interrupted. "Setting up his new office. What's wrong? Everything okay at your mom's?"
"Fine," Dickie spat. "You...you talked to th-them," he stuttered. "You talked to Hannah's parents?"
Olivia bit her lip, put her hand on Dickie's shoulders, and led him toward an interrogation room. "Sit," she said.
Dickie sat down, and much like his father would do, he rubbed his right hand over his face. "Why?"
"You know what they were trying to..." Olivia was interrupted.
"I know," he said, "But you could have told me. You could have...I'm gonna be a father, I was supposed to be the one that stood up to them. How can I be a parent, and at the same time have my own parents fighting my battles for me?"
Olivia felt a surge of pride in the young man before her. "Honey," she said to him, "You are going to be father, but you're still a teenager. You're still young enough to need us to step in, especially since they were trying to find a way to..."
"Thank you," he breathed, interrupting. "I mean it, thanks. I was terrified. But next time, just tell me you're jumping into things, okay? I need to grow up pretty damned fast, here, and as much as I might wanna cry for my mommy and daddy to make this all go away, I..."
Olivia laid her hand over his, silencing him. "I know, sweetie."
"It's mine," he whispered, turning his palm up to grip Olivia's fingers. "The baby is...really mine. What...what does it say about me, that I'm relieved it is?"
"It says," Olivia said with a tiny smile, "That you're in love with her, and you couldn't stand the thought of the baby being someone else's because it would mean that..."
"I know what it would mean," Dickie said, nodding once. "But I think I...somewhere deep down...wanted this baby. I want to be to him...or her...what Dad is to me. A friend, a protector, a...a hero."
They both heard a soft gasp and their heads turned.
"Dad?" Dickie spat.
Elliot walked toward his son, hugged him tightly, and said, "I didn't mean to...I forgot to tell Liv something so I..." he pulled away and looked at the young man. "Really?"
Dickie shrugged, embarrassed now. "You had your moments, trust me. There were times when I hated you, times I wished you just leave me alone, but...Dad, you've been...incredible. I know you had it rough, I know you and Grandpa didn't get along and you took a lot of heat, but you raised me right. You're...whether you believe me or not, you're my best friend, and I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like that wasn't true."
Elliot couldn't stop the tears, and he hugged his son again.
Olivia wiped away the small tears that had fallen out of her own eyes, and she silently left the two men, Dickie was a man now, to themselves. As she walked through the bullpen, toward her office, she ran a hand over her young bump and closed her eyes. "That's love," she whispered, knowing the pain of never really having a bond with her mother, never knowing her father. "I promise," she said to her child, "I will always be there for you."
Munch eyed her suspiciously as she walked into her office, and he looked toward Elliot's empty desk. "Everything's changing again," he mumbled. "I was just getting used to things the way they were."
Fin chuckled. "Everything changes, man," he said. "But they're happy. It ain't like we're never gonna see Stabler again."
Munch shrugged. "I'm gonna miss..."
"The way he always got us tied up with IAB? The way he spends more time starin' at Liv than doin' his job?" Fin finished for him. "The way he would yell and hit first, ask questions later?"
"Yeah," Munch said with a smile. "You don't know how much you really care about things like that until they're gone."
Fin scoffed as Munch went back to work, and he turned his head toward the interrogation room. Yeah, he thought, things have changed. But only for the better.
"How was your first day down in Homicide, Captain Stabler?" Olivia said, smiling, her head nestled on Elliot's shoulder.
He hummed and turned his body a bit. "Interesting," he told her. "How was your day, Captain...Stabler?"
She laughed. "It's still Benson at work, El. For now anyway," she sighed. "It was hard without you. I'm not gonna lie and say it wasn't. I hated every minute of it without you there."
He looked into her eyes and ran his palms over her belly. "We have this, though. We have a life now, a real one. Our time together doesn't end at ten anymore, and we aren't the ones who have to get out of bed at three in the morning, honey." He kissed her forehead. "I'm happier this way, with you."
She closed her eyes and smiled, her body pressing further into his. She moaned, feeling his fingers slipping lower from her bump to her thighs, swooping up between her legs.
"I really did miss you today," he whispered, two of his fingers working over her flesh, teasing her. "How Eckerson even found out we...I thought Judge Carter wasn't gonna tell..."
"El," she moaned again, her head dropping against his, her hips bucking into his hand, "Please."
He smirked, kissed her nose, and swiped his thumb over her clit slowly as he pushed the two teasing digits into her. He twisted and pulled them out, before pushing in and twisting again. He laughed to himself when Olivia moved up, opening her legs a bit wider, twisting herself on top of him a bit more.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, moaned his name softly, and her hips began moving on their own.
"Not yet," he whispered, shaking his head, slowing his hand. "Not yet, baby." He pulled his fingers away from her wet heat, bringing them up to her lips. He swiped them over her pout, watching her eyes blink and widen, and he kissed her with fervor, tasting her with every moment.
She returned his eager kisses, her fingers working to free him from his sweatpants, her whole body throbbing for him. "El," she breathed against his lips, "Baby, don't move."
He chuckled, raised and eyebrow as he pulled back from her, and he stilled. He waited. "What are you gonna do, Captain?"
She grinned, pulling the grey cotton down, slipping over his body with them. She tossed them over her head, hearing the plop as they hit the floor, and she narrowed her eyes. She gave him a look that was a blend of love, lust, and playfulness, and she took hold of his rigidness.
"What are you...oh, oh, fuck yeah," he spat out, his eyes fluttering shut as he watched and felt her engulf him. Her mouth was so hot, moist. Her tongue worked him to a frenzy fast, his hips began to buck gently into her mouth. "God damn, Liv," he grumbled. He moved his hands, caressing her cheeks for a moment before fisting both of them into her hair. "Fuck," he seethed, pulling lightly.
She bobbed up and down on him, taking him in as much as she could, then pulling away almost completely. She sucked lightly on the head, then flicked her tongue over the tip quickly, and she grinned when it reduced him to a whining, begging, child.
He opened his eyes and looked into hers, then used his grip on her head to tug her up his body. He slammed his mouth into hers, kissing her madly, as his fingers untangled from her locks and smoothed down to her thighs. He nudged them apart, moving her around his waist, and he grabbed himself in one hand and her left hip in the other. He stroked twice then nudged at her entrance, taking a sharp breath.
She moaned his name loudly, into his mouth, when she felt him thrust into her. It took a moment for shock to subside, but she quickly found a rhythm that matched his, and the frantic bodies relaxed. Now it was slow, powerful, deep, and quiet. No words, just moans and grunts, appreciative murmurs, sighs, and the mumbling of names.
He looked up at her, the look on her face was a drug to him, and he drank her in completely as they moved together. "You," he whispered.
"Me," she nodded, rolling her hips into his and moaning softly.
"My wife," he said, craning his neck to kiss her.
She tensed as the word left his mouth, her whole body tightened, she heard him grunting and felt him moving into her with more force, trying to work through the vice she had become. "Yeah," she whispered.
He knew how close she was, how close he was because of her, and he worked his right hand between their bodies to flick at her clit as he drove into her deeper. It was her undoing, and he felt her clench hard. He watched her head fall back, her body angle backward with the arch of her spine. He felt her hands dig into his chest and rake down, leaving red streaks in their wake, but he was concentrating on her face.
She moaned his name again, then lifted her head and dropped it forward to look at him, and as soon as her eyes met his, he let go.
His eyes shut tight, his body wracked against hers, still thrusting powerfully into her as he shot off. His left hand was caressing and stoking every bit of her he could reach and his right thumb still playing at her nub, still making her whine and keen on top of him.
They slowed, they stilled, they held onto each other and stared into one another's eyes as they took hard, shallow breaths.
Olivia was the first to laugh, her head dropping to his.
He chuckled, then, too, kissing her, wrapping her arms around her. He had finally gotten her right where he wanted her, after years of hoping and praying, and fantasizing. He twitched inside of her at the thought, a groan escaping him, and he kissed her again. "I love you."
"I love you more," she told him, smiling.
He shook his head. "No way." He held her close to him, kissed her forehead, and waited until he felt the pounding in her chest subside, the thud of her heart matching his.
She turned her head, kissing him again. "If it's a boy," she said, "I wanna name him James."
"And if it's a girl?" he questioned, kissing the end of her nose.
She shrugged. "It took me three weeks to land on James," she admitted.
He laughed and planted small, light, pecks over her lips and cheeks. "We have plenty of time," he said.
She opened her mouth to say something to him, but a crash from above them cut her off. "What the hell was that?"
Elliot eased her off of him, got out of the bed, and looked around for his discarded sweatpants. "Stay here," he said to her, pulling the cotton pants back on. He grabbed his gun off of the nightstand, kissed her, and left the room.
Olivia bit her lip, knowing the kids were with Kathy, wondering who the hell had gotten into the house.
A/N: How did Andy find out they were married? Who's in the house? And another complication...
