A/N: Andy Eckerson? The Marshall? What was Frankie arrested for? And why does Judge Donnelly care so much? Sorry, again, for the long wait. This story has a tendency to cause me great writer's block.

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Andy Eckerson walked into the squadroom at quarter to five, and Cragen was there waiting. "Thanks for coming," Cragen said.

"No problem. I came as soon as I got the call. But I'm a bit confused as to why you needed me," Andy said, folding his arms.

"You arrested Frank Stabler four years ago," Cragen said, tossing down the file. "I need to know why, and how Elliot kept his hands out of it."

Andy ran a hand down his face. "Elliot Stabler," he said chuckling. "Partners like him don't come around often, and when they do, you do anything for them."

"So arresting Frank was a favor for Elliot?" Cragen asked, intrigued.

Andy sat in Elliot's chair and spun around. "Frank was drunk, Don. He was two seconds away from raping a woman in the parking lot of a bar, and Elliot stopped him. Frankie turned and started whaling on Elliot, saying crazy things and throwing punches. When Elliot finally pushed him off, he was bleeding, with a broken arm. Elliot thought a night in the clink would be an eye-opener for Frank, so he called me. I read him his rights, but Elliot cuffed him. The arrest was mine, but the push was his."

Cragen nodded. "Thanks," he said.

"So, uh, Stabler got hitched, again?" Andy asked, looking around the room.

"Yeah," Cragen said. "To his, uh, partner."

Andy narrowed his eyes, realizing something. "What's her name?" he asked, spinning the chair back to face Cragen.

"Olivia Benson," Cragen said with a smile. "They're amazing together."

Andy's eyes flickered. "Yeah," he said. "I'll bet they are. Hey, Don, I've got some issues with the board, and thinking of taking a little time away from being a federal agent. You wouldn't, uh, need any help around here, would ya?"

Cragen thought for a moment, then he smiled. Then he nodded. "Yeah, Andy. Actually, we do."

"Look, your honor, I told you, Olivia and I don't even speak anymore," Trevor said. "How should I know when this all happened?"

Liz Donnelly looked at Trevor Langan and said, "I watched that girl grow up, living in hell, and promised when I became a judge that if I ever found her I'd..." she paused, thinking she'd gone too far. "Well, I just want her safe. Happy."

Trevor shrugged. "Kathy's in jail. She should be safer and happier." He furrowed his brow for a moment and said, "You really never forgot about her?"

"You don't forget cases like that, Trevor," Donnelly said. "You should know that. Social workers, child services, they didn't do anything for her! She just kept walking into the courtroom with complaint after complaint filed against her mother, from teachers, neighbors, even one of the cops who knew her. No one did anything."

"You did," Trevor said, "And you got her away from her mother, for a little while at least, when it mattered. And look what she's become? You did that Liz. I think you should tell her."

Liz shook her head. "She thinks it was a scholarship," she said. "I'm not gonna tell her I paid for boarding school and part of college so she didn't have to deal with her mother, Trevor. She didn't even really know me then as anything more than her lawyer."

"Well," Trevor said, "Maybe she should, now."

Elliot rolled over in the bed, wrapping his arm around the woman next to him. "Morning," he whispered.

"It's three in the afternoon," Olivia whispered back, snuggling closer to him.

"But we're just waking up, so, good morning," Elliot repeated with a smirk.

Olivia chuckled. "We wouldn't be just waking up if you hadn't kept me awake until four in the morning." She kissed him, letting him pull her on top of him.

"I could spend forever like this," Elliot said, looking up at her.

"So could I," Olivia said, kissing him. "It's probably a good thing that we get to do that then, huh?"

Elliot laughed and nodded. "We should get up, baby," he said. "I want to see as much of this place as we can before we leave, and I've got plans for us tonight."

Olivia kissed him again. "What kind of plans?" she asked.

"Just get up, get dressed, and you'll find out," Elliot told her.

Olivia kissed him one more time, then slid off of him. "You know I hate going into surprising situations unprepared."

"You'll be prepared," Elliot said with a chuckle, getting out of bed. He took her hand and pulled her into the bathroom, staring the shower.

They washed and teased each other, rinsed off, dried and dressed, then Elliot grabbed a small duffle bag, took Olivia's hand, and walked out with her. They walked down the paved walkway on the sied of their hotel, his arm around her shoulders, and they stopped at a waterfront cantina. Elliot held the door open for her, and she stepped in, unsure of what exactly was going on.

Elliot spoke to the man behind the counter, in broken Spanish, and from what Olivia understood, he had rented a boat from this man and was here to pick it up. "Come on," Elliot said, pulling Olivia through the back of the Mexican cafe. He led her out back to the small dock behind the place and asked, "You wore your bathing suit, right?"

"You told me to," Olivia said as she nodded.

"Well," Elliot said, tugging off his shirt, "This is Manuel, and he is taking us scuba diving." The man on the boat waved as Elliot helped Olivia get her outer layers of clothing off. They left their clothes, and the bag he'd brought, near the side of the door.

Olivia felt suddenly queasy. "Like, under the water, with the fish, and the...oh, boy."

"I know you've got a fear of drowning," Elliot said, "But I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. Besides, we're gonna be in shallow water. It's snorkeling, really."

Olivia took a deep breath and took Elliot's hand as he helped her climb into the boat. "I trust you," she said.

"You have to," Elliot said, pulling her close. "You married me."

Olivia chuckled and held him tight as the boat drifted away from the dock. "And It was the best decision of my life. Well, second best."

"Yeah?" Elliot asked with a furrowed brow. "What was the first?"

"Having a one night stand with a Marine back in college," Olivia laughed.

Elliot smirked. "Yeah, that was a good idea, I think," he said. He kissed her and nuzzled her nose, noticing the boat had picked up speed. "Oh, honey, uh, maybe we should sit down."

Olivia moved to the side and sat on the boat's seat, Elliot sat next to her, and they enjoyed the ride out to sea.

Frank stood in the living room, watching four blurs of color whoosh passed him, back and forth, until finally, he grabbed one. "Hold it," he yelled. All four blurs of motion stopped as he turned the boy around in his arms. "What is going on, young man?" he asked.

Dickie, still in his arms, said, "Maureen's mad at Katie."

Frank nodded. "Okay, so why are you..."

"And Katie's mad at Lizzie," Dickie continued.

Frank furrowed his brow. "All right, but then why are you..."

"Lizzie's mad at me," Dickie said, interrupting again.

"There we go," Frank said, raising an eyebrow. "What did you do?"

Dickie took a deep breath. "I accidentally spilled grape juice on Lizzie's teddy bear. Lizzie grabbed something to clean it up with..."

"My shirt," Kathleen said, pouting. "So I tried to get the shirt away from her, and it flew..."

"Into my head," Maureen said, "While I was holding my own juice." She tugged on her shirt, revealing a bright purple stain.

Frank rolled his eyes and sighed. "When are your parents coming home?" he asked, whining.

"Tomorrow," all four children answered together.

"Thank the Lord," Frank mumbled. He took all of the juice stained things, including Maureen, into the laundry room, praying he knew how to work the machine.

"Liv?" Elliot called, searching the waters around him. "Liv, baby?" he called again, beginning to worry. Suddenly, he was pulled under the water, yanked below the surface.

Olivia, popping up with a laugh, shook the water from her hair and watched Elliot resurface. "Hi," she said.

"Oh, you are in so much trouble," Elliot threatened, swimming toward her.

Olivia moved fast, saying, "You wouldn't hurt a pregnant woman."

Elliot caught up to her and held her in his arms. "I will never hurt you," he said, his voice low.

Olivia was surprised by the seriousness he had taken on. "I know, El, I was..."

"You need to know that," Elliot interrupted. "You also need to know," he said, pausing to lift her into his arms, "That I'm really a lot stronger than you." He tossed her gently into the water, laughing as she came back up, irritated.

"That was a romantic moment," Olivia said, "But you had to go and ruin...where's the boat?" she asked suddenly, looking around.

"What?" Elliot turned, looking around. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me!"

A/N: Did Manuel really leave them in the middle of the ocean? How will they get home? What does Andy want? Kathy's verdict and sentenceing, and will Donnelly tell Olivia everything? Wanna know? Tell me! Here, or on Twitter: TMG212