Hi, sorry for the delayed update. This is all coming to me in pieces, and I hit a bit of a block cause it's been a while since I've written anything. More to come in this chapter, but here is some for you now!
"Hello, Olivia. Remember me? Oh, I know it's been over twenty years since our last encounter, and I haven't been able to get you out of my head, and I hope I've been in yours. Talk to you soon...Captain." Olivia played the voicemail over again for the fifth time now.
"How the fuck did he find me again?" She asked to her empty office aloud. She held her phone to her chin, pondering her next move.
"Let me call El and let him know." She picked up the office phone and prepared to dial when Rollins poked her head into her office.
"Hey Cap, you ready to go to lunch?"
"Yeah, I'll meet you downstairs in just a sec. I just need to make a quick phone call."
Rollins nodded and left, and Olivia dialed El's number, still knowing it by heart after all these years.
"El, will you shut up? I told you, I'm fine. He left me one voicemail. Not a hundred roses like last time. Now look, I gotta go. I'm having lunch with Rollins—no you don't need to join us, El. We are big girls, we can handle lunch without your big strapping man muscles there to protect us." She rolled her eyes at his gesture.
"Elliot, I'll call you once we leave, okay? See you tonight."
She hung up the phone and sighed loudly. "What am I going to do with that man?"
Over lunch, Olivia told Rollins about what had happened 20 plus years ago with Richard White, and for a moment, Rollins was speechless.
"So after more than 20 years of being in prison, he gets out, and the first thing he does is contact you? Wow. That's some serious wacko."
Olivia nodded in agreement. "Wacko is the understatement of the century." She looked over at Rollins. "And of course, you know Elliot is going to stick to me like glue now until he's gone."
"Well that's a good thing, isn't it? You and he will have more time to catch up on the last ten years." Rollins took a sip of her drink.
"Oh yeah, that'll be nice. But if I know Elliot, and believe me, I do. He will become this annoying, pestering little flea that I just can rid myself of until White is gone. Again." She had neglected to tell Rollins what had happened between her and Elliot the previous day on purpose. She was still wrapping her head around what happened, herself, and wasn't ready to drag anyone else into this. This was personal. Too personal.
"Well flea or not, I wish I had someone like him." Rollins polished off the rest of her drink now.
"Hey whatever happened between you and Carisi?" Liv asked, smiling, knowing Rollins would hate it, but she also knew it would break the tension.
"I swear to god, if another person asks me about him, I'm going to throw myself into the Hudson!" Rollins shook her head and laughed. "For that, you're buying lunch today." She smirked at Liv.
"Oh, I see. Remind me to keep my mouth shut more often, then."
Later that evening—Olivia's home
"It's open!" Olivia called from the living room, lighting another candle to set the mood for her dinner with Elliot.
The front door opened and Elliot entered, soaking wet from head to toe, bringing in a small flood with him.
"Liv you really shouldn't leave your door unlocked with Richard White out on the stree—wow this looks incredible!" He said, walking into her living room.
It was spacious, but not too big, and the lights were dimmed to creat ambient light with the candles, and the entire room was immaculately clean. "Liv, in the 25 years I've known you, I've never seen your place so clean before."
Olivia turned around, chuckling, before her jaw dropped at seeing Elliot's drenched form.
"Elliot, what the hell? Did you get caught in a hurricane outside? What the hell happened?" She took his coat off of him and had him take off his boots and leave them in the foyer so he didn't track anymore mud into the house.
"How is your sweater soaked through too? Did you just stand out in the rain and wait to catch cold?" Olivia had him remove his sweater, and she took it to the laundry room, which was adjacent to the kitchen.
"What are you, my mother?l" Elliot laughed. "It's a total downpour out there, and it took 15 minutes for my Lyft driver to find me. Sometimes I hate living here."
"Eh, you love it here. You know it." Liv smirked at him as she came back into the living room.
"You hungry?" She asked, watching him continue to explore her apartment. "Dinner's ready."
"Yeah, good! I'm starving." Elliot moved quickly to where Liv pointed, and he smiled at the setup. "Lasagna, wine, candles? You really know how to treat a guy, Liv." He sat down and smiled up at her. "You know you don't have to do all this for just me, right?" He lifted his wine glass and took a sip.
"A lot has changed in the last ten years, Elliot Stabler. Plus, tonight is special, so don't get used to it." She sat down opposite him and raised her glass with his.
They clinked glasses and ate, laughing about old times together, old friends, and Liv's new found cooking ability.
After a while, they heard the buzz of the dryer click off, and Liv stood up. "That'll be your clothes. I'll grab them so they don't wrinkle." She grabbed her plate and took it with her on the way to get Elliot's clothes, and dropped it off in the sink. Elliot stood right after her and followed suit, and followed her to the dryer.
Liv grabbed each item out of the dryer and folded each item neatly, before placing the small pile on top of the dryer.
When she stood up from collecting lint from the trap, Elliot stood before her, bare chested, taking off his white undershirt.
"El, what are you doing?" She asked, chuckling.
He pulled off his shirt and tossed it into the washing machine. "What? I got lasagna on it. Why? I've changed in front of you hundreds of times."
Olivia shook her head and smiled at him. He really hadn't changed all that much in the last ten years.
Elliot grabbed his sweater and put his arms through it, and as he was pulling it over his head, he felt two warm, soft hands on his chest glide down and fell his abs before reaching around his back.
He poked his head through the shirt and saw Liv staring at him, her face mere inches from his. "But you've never done that before," he said, pulling his sweater down.
"Mmm oh but I've wanted to, for so long," Liv said, in a soft, sultry voice. She put a hand to his cheek and kissed him, pulling him close enough to feel the warmth of his sweater on her skin.
He reciprocated quickly, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. His hands ran up and down her back, at first over her shirt, until his finger lightly grazed an exposed patch of skin that made Olivia slightly moan. He took that as a sign to go underneath her top, and glided both his hands up and down her back, feeling and exploring her smooth, warm skin for the first time. Liv moaned at his touch, and quickly shed herself of her own sweater, feeling a blazing fire on her skin underneath it. Elliot did not object.
He moved his hands up and down her body as he then kissed down her neck and onto her chest, loving the way she moaned at his touch.
He then rid himself of his own sweater, and mindlessly tossed it on the floor, needing to feel Liv's skin on his. This was something they'd both longed for, for such a long time, and finally, here they were.
Liv pulled Elliot to her, feeling his burning skin on hers, and she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. Passion. Desire. All these things she'd gone without for some time had resurfaced, and she welcomed it, basking in the heat between them.
Elliot started kissing her along her collarbone, slowly pulling down her bra strap as he did it, when Liv's phone rang, stopping them both cold in their tracks. Liv ignored it for a few moments, wanting to continue their ministrations, and started kissing Elliot's neck, when the phone rang for a second time.
"Must be important," Elliot whispered harshly through a moan. "Whoever it is."
Liv stopped what she was doing and looked at him with sad eyes before going to check her phone.
Elliot stayed put for a moment while she answered the second call, casually walking over to her as she said hello.
He was about to start kissing her shoulder when he felt a stiff hand on his arm. Immediately he froze and looked at Liv.
"Hi, Richard, it's been a long time." Liv's voice cracked.
Elliot immediately went into cop mode and listened on the other side of the phone to what the man was saying.
"It has been a very long time, Olivia. I've missed you. How are things?" Came the voice on the other end of the line. Elliot instantly recognized it as Richard White's.
"What do you want, White?" Liv's voice was cold and harsh.
"Oh, I think you know, Olivia. I want you. All of you." He spoke slowly, which gave Olivia chills.
"And I always get what I want." Olivia froze.
"But our next meeting will have to wait a bit longer. It's always lovely to hear your voice, Olivia. Good-bye."
The line went click, but Olivia couldn't move. She had forgotten how truly creepy Richard White was.
She stood there, completely frozen, for a few moments, just staring at Elliot. He instantly saw the fear in her eyes and hugged her tightly.
"I'm gonna kill that bastard," he said harshly. "I'm gonna kill him."