A/N: Some more good honeymoon fluff. The start of Kathy's trial, Elliot and Olivia have another unforgettable moment in Mexico, and someone new joins the squad, who's gonna rock their world.
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"Look, Captain Cragen," Frank said as Cragen was leaving, "Olivia...she doesn't know."
"About what?" Cragen asked, confused.
"The money," Frank said. "Elliot never told her, and..."
Cragen furrowed his brow. "Wait, his wife has no idea that they've got a few mil..."
"No," Frank said. "Elliot isn't proud of it. He calls it blood money. He's always said Dad only left it all to him to keep him quiet about what he did. Like some half assed apology or something. He never touched it. Not until he had the kids, and after that he started spending it on..."
"Olivia," Cragen said.
Frank nodded. "He isn't exactly thrilled, using money that came from his father like that, but it's for her and his kids, and he...he doesn't want her to know. Not yet."
Cragen sighed and nodded, then grabbed the files. He glanced up and said, "Take care of those kids."
"Take care of Kathy," Frank said, an evil look in his eyes.
The men nodded at each other and Cragen left, hoping someone at the courthouse could arraign Kathy and get her onto the calendar before Olivia and Elliot came home. He picked up his cell as he left dialing the number of the Two-Seven. "Yeah, Fredricks? Don Cragen at the One-Six. I need to borrow one of your detectives. Eckerson. He's a what? Well, can you find him? Yeah, get him over to my station pronto."
Olivia rolled over in the sleeping bag, in Elliot's arms, and sighed. The salty air filled her lungs as she inhaled, and she couldn't open her eyes, for fear of this all being a dream.
"I'm dreaming," Elliot's voice declared into the barely lit morning. He gave voice to her thoughts. He had a funny way of doing that. "I have to be dreaming. This is too fucking perfect." He rolled slightly onto his side and pulled her up a bit, kissing her gently.
"Good morning," Olivia whispered, her eyes finally opening.
"Right back atcha, Misses Stabler," Elliot said, giving her another kiss. He tasted the remains of sweet grape juice on her lips, mixed with the salty bitterness of whatever she had licked, sucked, and kissed off of his body as they made love, twice, during the night. It didn't matter to him because beneath it all he definitely tasted pure Olivia. He moaned, softly but she heard him.
"Elliot," Olivia whispered, putting up little resistance as he tugged her legs around his body, his tip playing excitedly at her entrance, ready to go.
"Olivia," Elliot whispered back, against her lips, running his hands down her body, their movements tossing the unzipped sleeping bag open. He rolled them over, his dominant side prevailing. The waves came in, crashing on the shore and rolling in over their toes, spraying their ankles and legs as they kissed and caressed. He skimmed his arms up her body, grabbing her arms and gently guiding them above her head. Linking their fingers, he held them there as he pressed into her and began moving, thrusting slowly.
Olivia murmured his name and squeezed his hands. She rolled her head and forced her eyes open, noticing his eyes had not left hers. He smiled down at her; she smiled back. "Oh, my God," she moaned.
"Hmmm," Elliot agreed, pulling out and pushing in, keeping their eyes and hands locked. "Liv," he whispered, followed by several short, grunting noises.
A wave came in further, this time cresting on the shore and rolling up to their knees, making them gasp, but not stopping them. Not at all. Elliot closed his eyes and dropped his head to hers, moving slower but deeper. Stronger. As if trying very hard to tell her something with each move. How much he loved her.
Olivia gave his hands another squeeze and tried to pull her own arms down. She managed to loop them around his neck, forcing his to fall. He tangled his hands in her hair as he nuzzled her nose and kissed her, whispering, "I love you."
"I love you," Olivia moaned back, tightening around him. Her muscles contracted and released, her body tensed, her eyes screwed shut.
"Look at me," Elliot demanded, pulling back slightly to peer down at her. He was always adamant that, at this moment, their eyes remain open and locked. "Look at me, baby. I gotta...shit, look at me," he panted, gasping and grunting.
Olivia rolled her eyes and bit her bottom lip, finally meeting his. She saw him smirk at her, she smiled back, he moved more deliberately, hitting spots he knew would drive her impossibly crazy. "God, El," she cried, her nails digging into his back as she clenched tight around him.
Elliot kissed her deeply and pulled back, thrusting hard and deep as he filled her, spilling into her, grunting her name as she screamed his and came around him.
The cold water, rushing over them, was a pleasant contradiction to the heat they had been emitting, and as they tried to calm down, they kissed, letting the wave splash around them.
"Yeah," Elliot said with a kiss and a chuckle. "Definitely a good morning."
"Am I reading this correctly?" Judge Donnelly asked, looking at the file in front of her. "This woman is being charged with attempted murder of an officer and her unborn child? How 'unborn' are we talking, Miss Cabot?"
"Detective Benson was approximately four months pregnant at the time of the attack, give or take a few weeks. We don't want to interrupt them. We know it's, legally, not a person, but, Your Honor, we know it's a girl, and once gender can be specified..."
"Benson?" Donnelly interrupted. "Olivia Benson?"
"Yes, Your Honor," Alex nodded. "Detective Olivia Benson. The defendant is her husband, Detective Stabler's ex-wife. That's why this needs to be..."
"Is she okay? Is the baby all right? Why didn't I know about this?" Donnelly asked, suddenly white with fear and panic.
Alex was confused. "They're both absolutely fine, Your Honor. Detective Benson is in Mexico, with Detective..."
"Can it, Cabot. Talk to me like a human being for five minutes!" Donnelly interrupted.
Alex sighed. "Olivia and Elliot are on their honeymoon, Liz. She and the baby are just fine. When Olivia collapsed at the reception..."
"This was why? Kathy Malone drugged her?" Donnelly asked, anger in her voice. "Alex, her arraignment is in an hour, tell her she'll need a damn good lawyer because as far as I'm concerned that is a very healthy baby girl. I'm entertaining the people's charge of dual counts of attempted murder, and let's tack on assaulting an officer, shall we? Trial's set for...does Friday work for you, Alex?"
Alex looked at the judge, slightly concerned, but she nodded. "Yes, Ma'am," she said. "I've got a list of witnesses and a ton of evidence that will..."
"I'm sure you do," Donnelly said. "One hour. Go." She watched Alex leave and sat behind her desk, half tempted to pick up the phone and call Olivia. She closed her eyes and took her hand off the receiver. Olivia's safety was important, but she couldn't be biased. She had to hear the case as she would any other. She took a deep breath and called the only other person who knew why this mattered so much. She waited for an answer and sighed. "Trevor, I need your help."
Elliot looked over at Olivia and smiled. She had just pulled on her dress and picked up her shoes, and he rolled up the blanket. "That was one hell of a night," he said with a chuckle. His suit pants rolled up, his feet getting sandy as he walked and squinted to keep the sun out of his eyes.
Olivia laughed. "It was one hell of a morning," she said. She wrapped her arms around him as her wet, salty, sandy hair blew in the ocean breeze.
"I know what you're thinking," Elliot told her, smirking, "And they will be awake in three hours, we'll call them in four."
Olivia smirked at him. "How did you know what I was..."
Elliot kissed her, shutting her up. "I was thinking the same thing," he said. "I'm having a fantastic time here with you, alone in paradise. But I do miss our kids." He kissed her again, then bent to grab the blanket.
"El," Olivia said, tilting her head and eyeing him suspiciously, "You didn't rent that suit did you?"
"No, it's mine, wha...no," he said, backing up. "Liv, baby, don't you dare."
Olivia got a mischievous look in her eye and bit her bottom lip, smirking evilly as she dropped their shoes and tugged the blanket and sleeping bag out of Elliot's hands. She gave him a playful shove, timed perfectly, and laughed as he fell backward into the ocean, a wave crashing right into him.
"Oh, brilliant," Elliot said, trying not to laugh. "I would find a way to get out of that dress. Now, Olivia," he warned, chasing after her.
Olivia squealed and ran, unzipping her dress and letting it fall into the sand. Elliot caught up to her and scooped her up, then ran with her in his arms back into the water. They laughed as the waves crashed over them, into them, and Elliot let Olivia go only long enough to throw his soaked suit back onto shore. He looked at her, pulled her back into his arms, and chuckled. "You're such a brat," he said.
Olivia raised an eyebrow, reaching her arms behind her. "Yeah," she said, taking off her bra. She saw Elliot's eyes darken as they followed the wet, purple blob back to the sand. "But I'm a brat who is now skinny dipping with her husband on a pretty secluded beach in Mexico."
Elliot's head snapped back toward her and his eyes widened. Dangling from her finger was the matching, purple pair of panties. He smirked and grabbed them, tossing them over his shoulder. He held on to her, kissing her, and hiked her up around his waist as they drifted out further to sea, letting the peace and serenity of the beach, their paradise, take them away, while life at home was anything but peaceful and serene.
A/N: Andy Eckerson? The Marshall? What was Frankie arrested for that requires that kind of attention, or is it all for Kathy? And why does Judge Donnelly care so much? So far, she hasn't really interacted with anyone. Hmmm. More? Reviews will make it happen! Here or on Twitter. Follow TMG212.