A/N: Hi all. I'm back and better than ever :)
This is a bit of a filler chapter before the action starts up again next. Hope you guys like.
So how did the squad fare while El and Liv were in merry old England? Let's see, we have our happily engaged couple, Alex and Munch. There's the newest couple, Don and Liz. There's the bachelor of the family, Fin. We have the kids, the adorable kids. And last but not least we have Emily. What have they been up to?
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Chapter 32: I Have Returned
"Ow!" Elliot gave Olivia a puzzled look when he felt her hand digging into his. "Oh Liv, still afraid of landing?"
Olivia was pale, back pressed flatly against the seat. "What part of this is safe El? Landing is nothing but a controlled crash." She had been this scared when they flew into London and it was the same now that they were back home. "Have you seen the landing crashes on TV?"
Chuckling, Elliot wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed his girlfriend's temple. "Don't worry gorgeous. Your hunk of a boyfriend'll protect you."
She calmed down enough to give him a smirk. "You and your ego." The plane then jerked once more and slammed forward as it hit the ground. Olivia yelped and dug her nails into Elliot's knee. 'Oh what I put up with for this woman.'
It was two days after they discovered the heads in Roland's house. New Scotland Yard had gone through it with a fine tooth comb searching for anything that could be useful. No luck there. However, England hadn't been a total waste of time. Both detectives knew that they were now armed with key knowledge of the Predator and a secret weapon that they were bringing back: Col. Harold MacMillan.
Thanks to tight security and the press laws in Britain being much more restrictive than in the US, no reporters were waiting for them at baggage claim. Instead were a smiling Cragen and – surprise surprise – Liz Donnelly (Dean had flown back a day before to Washington, coming back to New York tomorrow). "Cap! Liz!" Olivia hugged both of them warmly. "So glad to see a familiar face of home."
"Welcome back guys," Cragen replied. "And you must be Col. MacMillan."
"You would be correct sir. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances, although I'd prefer it under better circumstances." No one argued with that.
"So," Liz said, breaking the ice. "Let's get everyone back home."
Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Home?" She thought their house had been sealed as a crime scene. 'That's where Dickie was kidnapped.'
"Don't worry Olivia, its safe. You'll see when you get there." Cragen gave her a small smile and began heading for their car. Midway to the door, Olivia noticed him place the small of his hand on Liz's back. Looking at Elliot, they locked gazes. 'You see that?'
'I know.'
'You think they're together?'
'I'll ask at home.'
MacMillan watched the two with the hint of a grin on his face. 'Well John, if you wanted a fight you certainly got one.'
As they placed their bags in the car Cragen approached Elliot. "Oh, by the way," he whispered so only the two could hear. "Emily called, told me to tell you that she's getting it today."
Elliot's eyes widened. "Cap, please…"
"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." He smiled at his nephew. "It's about time."
His eyes drifted to Olivia, who was busy laughing to something Liz said. "Yes it is."
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Groaning inwardly, Emily Stabler silently cursed her big brother. 'Why does he have to pawn his dirty work to me?'
'Shut up Emily, it's for Olivia.' She knew the brunette was the best thing to happen to the Stabler family since Don married their Aunt Marge. "Just have to find the right one."
"Don't worry baby," Ensign Luke Sanderson said in her ear. "You'll find the right one. And being an attorney you'll probably get it for free."
The blonde looked up at her boyfriend with a blush on her cheeks. "Oh pish, I'm not as good at that," she replied modestly.
"Need I remind you of what happened at that other store? You practically had that poor salesman crying."
She giggled. "Yeah, that's true." 'God, he's the perfect man.' Now Emily understood what her brother felt when looking at Olivia. In the last month Luke Sanderson had swept her off her feet. They were practically living together already, even though they hadn't consummated the budding romance. 'That'll change tonight,' Emily thought with a grin. She had fallen head over heels for the dashing SEAL and wasn't about to let him go.
Fifteen minutes later her good mood had disappeared completely. "No, that one's not the right one. She would never go for that."
"I don't know Em," Luke interjected. "It looks fine to me."
"Are you a woman? If you're not then you couldn't understand." He put his arms up in a surrender gesture. 'I'm probably the only one he'd do that for.' Emily glanced at the products prominently displayed in their case. "May I see that one?"
"Ah yes," the salesman replied with a smile. "That is a fine specimen, South African I may add. Perfect for that special someone."
Looking it over, Emily shook her head. "Too gaudy." 'Liv wouldn't like it.' Elliot had tasked her with finding the perfect thing for Olivia, and she hadn't spent over a year watching those two dance around like idiots to watch it piss away.
The salesman's face was lost in thought, finding this a challenge. "Looking for something simple but elegant, that is a tough one." He started inspecting the items, tapping his foot. "What to do, what to do? What to… Ah ha." He was beaming. "How about this one?"
Staring at the product, Emily began to beam as well. "This is perfect. My brother and his girlfriend are going to love it."
"Of course. We at Tiffany's pride in finding the right one for the right woman."
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"MOMMY!"
Beyond exhausted from their trip, Olivia nonetheless immediately perked up and dashed forward. "My babies!" she cried happily, keeling and scooping Kathleen and the twins into her arms. "I missed you so much," she cooed, near tears of joy at seeing her beloved children again.
"Come on mom, don't squeeze them to death," joked Maureen, entering the living room from the kitchen.
Giving them one final kiss on the forehead each, Olivia rose and embraced her eldest girl. "Hi Maur. I missed you."
"Missed you too mom," the eldest Stabler replied. Despite her joking tone there was a hint of a choke in her voice. Despite growing up she loved and needed her parents.
"Daddy!" The two women broke apart to see Katie, Lizzie, and Dickie mob their father.
"Come on guys, stop," he said, trying to get up from the ground. "Liv, Maur, help."
Giving each other similar looks, the two grinned and joined in.
"Liv! Why, stop, please."
Laughing, Olivia decided her man had enough torture for now. "Ok kids, stop. Daddy's tired. Go into the TV room and we'll join you guys soon."
"Ok mom," Maureen said, shepherding the twins away.
Olivia was about to help Elliot with the bags when she felt two small arms wrap around her. "Wha… Katie sweetie?"
"Love you mommy. Please don't leave me again." The little girl sounded so helpless, so pleading.
It made Olivia's heart burst. "I love you too sweetie. Mommy will always be with you, I promise. Now go with your siblings."
"Ok," the blonde said softly, heading away.
Sighing, Olivia turned only to see Elliot staring at her with only what she could describe as pure love. Without any words he crossed over and enveloped her in his arms, kissing her softly. "El, what was that for."
"For being perfect," he replied, kissing her again.
"Am I interrupting something detectives?" Both pulled away to see Col. MacMillan with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a piece of luggage in his arms.
"No," Olivia replied.
"I doubt that but alright. I just want to say thank you once more for the accommodations. You didn't have to."
"It's our pleasure Colonel. I'm sure you'd prefer the creature comforts of home rather than some stuffy hotel."
"You may be right about that. Now do you mind showing me to my room? This lad needs to sleep," he said in a typical English amused lilt.
Olivia couldn't help but smile in return. "No problem, right this way."
As Elliot saw them walk away he heard Cragen enter the house. "Ok Elliot, everything has been settled here. You, Liv, and the Colonel will meet the head of your new security detail tomorrow at the precinct and plan how to finally flush out Roland. Munch is fully healed so he's back on the team."
"That's great. I can't wait to finally get this bastard." Something came up to Elliot so he decided to ask now. "Uh Don, about you and Donnelly…"
Cragen smirked. "Apparently spending time with you and Olivia has rubbed off on me," he said, confirming everything indirectly.
"I'm happy for you Don." He had been alone since his Aunt Marge had died.
"Thanks Elliot." The two then shared a sort of father/son hug. "Rest now Elliot. Take care of your family."
"I always do."
A little while later, the couple found themselves snuggled on the couch watching a movie with the kids.
"Ok mom," Maureen said. "Now you have to have watched The Lion King."
"Uh…" Olivia bit her lip.
Maureen facepalmed herself. "Seriously mom? Did you live at the south pole before you met dad?"
"She raises an interesting point Liv," Elliot quipped.
"Oh shut up," she scolded her boyfriend, smacking his shoulder. "And to answer that Miss Know it All, no I didn't live at the south pole. I was too busy with being a cop."
"Hey, it's not my fault you had your priorities all messed up. However you came to the right place. The Stablers will fix you right up."
"You hear that Liv," Elliot said. "You are going to be one of us. One of us, one of us," he announced dramatically.
Olivia smacked his shoulder again and he laughed. Turning back to the TV, her lips curled upward. 'And I wouldn't have it any other way.'
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Sitting at the edge of the bed, Harold MacMillan set down the satellite phone to his son back in Hereford. The lad was in shock, stunned that his beloved Uncle John had turned out to be a mass murderer. 'Who could have known?' he asked himself.
Reaching for the bag on the bed, he rummaged through it and found what he was looking for. It was a photo of his son's graduation from Sandhurst, commissioned a Leftenant in the Paras like him. It was just last May. John had flown in from his "Consulting tour" to be there for his nephew's special day. The three men were smiling widely, arms clasped behind backs in the comradery of brothers. All were happy whilst celebrating his achievements.
MacMillan studied his brother's smiling face. He searched for something that would indicate it the face of a monster, but found none. Did he hide this for so long? Seem like the perfect man but inside a cold-blooded sociopath. Or was this something else; did he compartmentalize his life? Keep the love of his family and country separate from his drive to kill, to fight? MacMillan hoped it was the latter.
Kneeling, he bent his head in lamentation. "Why John, why did you do this? Why must you betray everything you stood for, we stood for?"
No one answered.
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"Ninety-eight." The sound of straining breaths filled the small room. "Ninety-nine." John Roland's knees were on fire, shoulders aching from the nearly 250 lbs weight he was squatting. His resolve though was burning stronger than ever. "One hundred!" The weight clanged on the floor as he stretched his muscles, downing nearly an entire bottle of water.
His leg was throbbing slightly but aside from yet another scar to add to his extensive collection it had healed completely.
Picking up his prized katana, blade sharp and unmarked despite the dozens of warriors and chattel alike that it had slain. Benson and Stabler might still have his Webley revolver but this would always be his. It would always be the prized possession of the world's greatest warrior.
Setting it down, he made his way to the window, looking up at the black sky. The lights of New York made it impossible to see the stars. Roland remembered the night sky during the Falklands War. The Southern Cross was bright in the air. The majesty of the galaxies spread before him. Somewhere out there was the domain of the gods, the throne of Valhalla itself.
'So close.' Roland was so close to attaining his dream. This was to be the last day before the reckoning, the final day before the trumpets of battle resonated across the landscape.
By the time the smoke cleared only one would be standing: himself, or Benson and Stabler.
"Either way, I will win." His arm rose toward the sky, sending one last salute to the great Odin. Soon he would be in the halls of Asgard."
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Flicking off the light in the bathroom, Olivia padded out clad in her customary sleep attire: a pair of short shorts and one of Elliot's t-shirts. To her surprise the bedroom was dark. While she could make out the shape of her love on the bed Elliot seemed to be still. 'Elliot usually stays up for me,' she thought disappointedly. 'Must be jet lag.' Sighing, she slipped beneath the covers only to let out a gasp when a strong arm pulled her into the middle. Olivia felt a hot set of lips plant a kiss on her eyelid. "El?"
"Yes Liv?" he whispered, pulling her against his side. "Something wrong? I heard you sigh."
Olivia threw a leg over his snuggled into his chest. The thumping of his heart was soothing to the ear. "Thought you went to sleep."
"And miss holding you? Not fucking likely."
Her grip on him grew subconsciously tighter. 'God I love this man.' "Then why are you awake in the dark?"
Elliot sighed himself. "I'm thinking."
"I am too," she replied. Olivia knew exactly what he was talking about without it being said.
"It feels so much like the calm before the storm, the quiet before the roar of the field guns." In his mind Elliot was replaying every bit of his combat experience.
"How many will die by the end?" Olivia continued for him, just as fearful.
"I don't know Liv, but I know that this will not end…"
"…unless we die or Roland does." Both knew the stakes.
There was silence for a while, both clinging to each other. "El."
"Yes Liv?"
Olivia maneuvered so she was on top of him. "Please baby." She kissed his cheek and neck. "Show me you love me, please."
He knew exactly what she meant. Olivia wanted to feel, to experience the love she had for Elliot for what could be the last time. Just as he needed to do with her.
Unhurried, Elliot flipped them over and brought their mouths together. Tongues explored familiar but loved territory, the two detectives swallowing each other's moans. "Love you baby," Liv cooed as Elliot lifted her t-shirt off, her hand stroking the hardened abs that made her mouth water.
"I love you too gorgeous, so much." Elliot quickly stripped off his own boxers while she shimmied out of her shorts. "So beautiful." He latched onto a nipple, taking pride in her mewls of pleasure. He made Olivia Benson do that.
"Oh God," Olivia moaned as Elliot feasted on her breasts. Even now every time with Elliot felt like the first. Needing to hear his pleasure she reached down and wrapped a hand around his pulsing member. "Inside El, please."
Releasing the nipple with a pop Elliot gazed at her. Blue met brown as Elliot pushed into Olivia's waiting wetness. "Liv," he said between gritted teeth, starting to thrust. "So tight, so good."
"Harder El," she cried, rolling her hips. Olivia's eyes rolled back in her head as she bit his shoulder lightly. He was hitting her G-spot over and over, pushing her closer to the edge.
She was like a vice on his length, Elliot barely holding on. "Please gorgeous, so close. Let go."
"With," she gasped between thrusts. "You."
"Fuck, Liv, LIV!" he cried as he pulsed inside her.
"El!" his release triggered hers, an orgasm cruising through her that left her spent.
Afterwards the two held each other close, leaving small kisses all over the other's body. Neither knew what horrors tomorrow would bring. Tonight though they basked in their love, content.
A/N: Sorry it was a little short. We'll see a lot more in the next update :)
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