A/N: Time jump, new scenario, new people.

DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns the characters and settings of SVU. TStabler © owns this saga.

January 17th, 2004

"Damn," a man in blue and grey sweats, taking off his shirt, said. "Did you see that body?"

"It was kind of hard to miss," another man, also shedding clothes said. "It's pouring rain out there, the clothes stuck to her like…shit. She's got one hell of an ass."

The first man chuckled. "You believe she's got kids? Two of 'em," he said.

"No way," the second man scoffed. "No one with that body popped out two babies. Besides, even if it's true, she's definitely a MILF, man. Correction. A MIGF."

"What the hell is a MIGF?" the first man asked, grabbing a towel.

"Mom I'm Gonna Fuck," the second man laughed.

A third man entered the conversation. "Guys, she is somebody's mother! Somebody's wife! A woman! Have a little respect!"

"Oh, who the hell are you? The morality police?" the second man asked, pissed off.

"No," the third man said, "I just know how to treat a lady. Besides, if you even tried, she'd beat the shit out of you. She's tough."

"She's a rookie," the first man said.

Elliot, listening to the conversation, turned around and asked, "Who are you guys talking about, anyway?"

"Benson," all three of them snipped together.

Anger, pride, and jealousy flashed in Elliot's eyes. "You should watch what you say about her. Especially around me," he warned.

"Oh, lemme guess, you already got her in bed?" the second man asked, folding his arms. "Way to go, Stabler," he said, patting Elliot on the back.

The first man smirked. "Is she as good as she looks? That body, does it move the way I think it does?"

"Yeah," Elliot said, his nostrils flaring. "It's one of the reasons I married her."

The two rude men turned pale. They cleared their throats and closed their lockers, bolting for the showers.

Elliot chuckled, shaking his head, and looked up. "They're right you know," he said with a shrug. "She definitely does not look like she's got kids, man."

The third man, Brian Cassidy, laughed. "I would say something, but you're already pissed off."

"Like I don't know you still have the hots for my wife," Elliot teased, slapping Brian's shoulder.

Brian chuckled. "As a recently divorced man, Stabler, I can say that if she was single, I would make a move," he said. "A big, fucking move."

"You're not divorced, you had it annulled," Elliot reminded him, tugging his tee-shirt on over his still-wet hair and over his damp body. "There's a difference."

Brian shrugged. "Hey, man, you trust her? In this situation, you trust her?"

Elliot nodded, pulling up his jeans. "With everything I have," he said. "It's the police academy, man. She went through college dodging guys and being completely faithful. Twenty-six weeks of this isn't gonna change that, especially since I'm right here with her."

"And your father is…"

"He isn't my father," Elliot snapped. "Don't call him that," he barked.

Brian's eyes widened. "Sorry," he said, holding up his hands.

Elliot sighed. "I don't even know him yet, man," he said with a shrug. "We've had dinner with him every Saturday for the last seven months, and I know nothing about him. We always talk about the kids, our lives, and work. Ya know, he came to our graduation? My…Joe…he didn't, but Don Cragen did. What the hell does that even mean?"

Brian shrugged. He closed his locker and followed Elliot out of the locker-room, into the gym, through the building, and out into the cold, wintry night.


"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Trevor asked his girlfriend of seven months.

Casey nodded. "I'm only home for another two days, Trev. I have class on Thursday. I wanna spend as much time with you as possible. You wanna do this, I'm doing it with you," she said.

"You sure you don't think this is fast?" Trevor asked, kissing her.

"We could go faster," Casey said, seductively.

Trevor looked at her for a moment, smirked, then said, "Hang on, Case." He stepped on the gas, reared back, and circled the lot, screeching his tires as he took Casey for the ride of her life. The would be lawyer, though, still harbored feelings for a married mother of two, and would soon find out just how strong of a hold she had on him.

Casey looked at him, laughing and smiling, and couldn't help but wonder if he was right for her. She was falling hard and fast, like she usually did, and didn't want to get hurt, like she usually did. She sighed, then yelped as Trevor took another turn. He would do for now, she thought, deciding to let herself have fun before getting serious.

She didn't want to end up like Olivia.

Married with children before she turned twenty, and now Olivia had a college degree, a burgeoning career, and a big house. On second thought, maybe Casey wanted to be exactly like Olivia.


Kathy watched Joey as he played with his girls on the living room floor. After dissolving her marriage, she moved in with him. She'd been trying to get him to call his mother, talk to his brother, something, but she was failing. It seemed the only things he cared about anymore were the girls and his job.

"Stop staring at me," he called, not looking at her.

Kathy sighed. "Call your brother," she said, folding her arms.

Joey sighed. "look, I'm not calling Elliot. I'm not calling anyone in that family. They all lied to me for twenty-five fucking years!"

"Elliot is going through the same thing," Kathy said. "He didn't know either, you said it yourself. Just…call him, Joey. If not for me, for your daughters. They miss their uncle."

"They do? Or you do," Joey accused, looking at her with narrow eyes.

Kathy raised an eyebrow. "They do," she said firmly. "I love you, and I know you miss him, too."

Joey sighed and put Maureen down. "I will call him, if it'll get you off my case," he said. "On one condition," he added, standing.

"What?" Kathy asked, tilting her head.

"Call your father," Joey told her, folding his arms.

Kathy blinked. She hadn't spoken to him in almost five months, after she told him Brian wanted an annulment. "I…I can't, Joey. That's different. The man disowned…"

"The man is your father, Kath! You still have one, so you need to fix this before you don't anymore. Don't be your usual, selfish, self, though. Look at this from his point-of-view, and talk to him."

Kathy took a deep breath and nodded. "Call Elliot," she said, turning away from him to head out of the apartment, preparing to face her father, and her fear.


"What did you say your name was?" a pretty woman asked, looking at Olivia as they ran toward the academy gates.

"Benson," Olivia said, grimacing at the need to use her maiden name. "Olivia Benson."

"I've been watching you," the woman said. "You're good, ya know. Strong, fast, fearless, I mean, I've seen my share of chicks come through here and have never seen anyone take a punch like you."

Olivia scoffed. "Nothing anyone here could do would hurt me," she said. "I've been through worse, and I survived."

"See? That's what I'm talking about. Strong, Benson. You're strong," she said.

Olivia stopped running, put her hands on her hips, and asked with a smirk, "Are you hitting on me Jeffries?"

The woman laughed. "No," she said. "Just telling you that you're in the right place."

"I know I am," Olivia said with a nod. "I'm where I always wanted to be." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I've got an incredible family, I'm doing what I've wanted to do my entire life, I'm…I'm in the right place."

"Family?" Jeffries asked, confused. "Your file said…"

"Husband," Olivia interrupted. "Kids, in-laws, friends. They're my family. My mother doesn't count. She never has. And my father…well if I know who he was, I'd probably be arrested for murder." She chuckled and shook her head.

Jeffries looked at her for a moment. "You have kids?" she asked. "Are you gonna be able to be away from them for…"

"They're with their aunt when we're gone," Olivia interrupted again. "And we see them every morning, and we read to them when we can, we're making this work. My little three-year-olds are…"

"Three?" Jeffries spat, shocked. "How old were you when…"

"Eighteen," she answered quickly. "I had just turned eighteen. Don't look at me like that," she said, folding her arms.

Jeffries grinned. "I was just gonna say…parents make the best cops. Especially in the field you want to be in, Benson. Is that…that's not your married name, is it?" she asked.

Olivia sighed and shook her head. "No. It's, uh, it's Stabler."

"Oh, no, you're not telling me…"

"Yeah, I am," Olivia nodded. "I know it's unconventional, but…"

Jeffries held up a hand. "I'm not talking about that. We've had married couples come through the academy together before. It's frowned upon, but not illegal, and you two are very professional when you're together. I'm talking about Joe. He was my C.O, he's the one who convinced me to become one, he pushed me and…I think I'm gonna need to look out for you."

"I got someone looking out for me," Olivia said, her eyes narrow.

"better you've got me there, too," Jeffries said. "Stay smart, Benson, and don't be surprised if we run into each other after you graduate."

Olivia watched Jeffries run back toward staff quarters, and she wondered what that was all about. She turned, swiping her card over the sensor to head for the car, where she said she would meet Elliot.

She walked into the lot, spotted him leaning up against their blue beetle, and she ran toward him with a smile.

He ran, too, and lifted her up, spun her around, and kissed her. "I missed you," he whispered, brushing her lips with his.

She chuckled. "We can't shower together, El," she said, raising an eyebrow. "We haven't been apart that long."

"Five minutes is too long, what do you think an hour did to me?" he laughed. "Oh, hey, ya know you've got half the guys in our unit taking cold showers?"

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Some of the girls are drooling over you, too, Mister," she chuckled, poking him in the chest with her finger.

His eyes were glue to hers. "I mean it, Liv. They were pretty far gone, talking about…"

"Hey," she said, stopping him. She cupped his face and kissed him slowly. "Nothing to worry about," she whispered, kissing him again.

"I told them," he said. "I told them you were my wife and…"

"Good," Olivia said, nodding. "I told Jeffries. She got weird about it, said she knows Joe and has to watch out for us now. It was strange."

Elliot sighed. "This whole thing is strange. But we're here, we're together, we're going home, and after we get the twins in bed, I am gonna take you into the bedroom, and find out just how strong you really are." He growled and kissed her, pinning her up against the car.

"If we even make it home," she mumbled against his lips. As the sun set in the winter sky, she wrapped her arms around him and laughed, letting him do whatever he wanted to her for the moment.

Someone watching them, in the shade of the nearby tree, hoped he would take things too far, hoped he would see what he was so curious about, hoping to one day get it for himself, and hoping Elliot would never find out.

A/N: Who's watching? What did Jeffries mean? And a dinner with Cragen, next! Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212