Chapter 9
*Previously: Fin continued to talk to Munch, but much softer so Olivia could hear, at least they didn't think she could. "Anyways," Olivia continued to Elliot, "I was thinking that maybe, we can go to Long Beach and get married." "Long Beach, California or Long Island, New York?" "California. I heard its nice out there." (A/N: I live in California and I love it. =D) "How about Long Island next week or Long Beach, in 1 month, like planned?" "Next week!" Olivia exclaimed, happily. "Yes. Next week. Which is it?" "If you have to ask, you aren't as smart as you think you are" Elliot grinned. *
"Are you calling me stupid?" Elliot asked sarcastically.
"No, I'm just saying, if you have to ask if I rather get married in 1 week or 1 month, you aren't as smart as you think you are." Olivia replied, laughing.
"Is that an insult, Miss Benson?" Elliot joked.
"Mrs. Stabler in a week." Olivia corrected.
"I don't know.Maybe the California wedding in a month will be better."
"El! Are you chickening out?" She exclaimed.
"I was kidding!"
"Well, anyways.." Olivia said, sighing with relief.
"You actually thought I was chickening out of our 'hitching' as you say it?"
She looked away and back, and said quickly, "No, of course not."
"Sure."
"Funny, El, funny. And no I didn't mean what I said as an insult. Really, I didn't."
"Okay, okay, and I quote 'Have a hernia, why don't you?'" (A/N: See chapter 8 for reference).
"I will, thank you."
"Cute. I mean."
"Elliot, what did I say about 'cute'?"
"What I meant, was sexy, err, awesome blossom?" (A/N: Yes, I have used this before, I love that phrase, :D)
"You know what?"
"What?"
"You try to hard. Just relax. Quit being so tense." Olivia said, noticing Elliot was really tense.
"But."
"No and's, if's or but's about it, just do it. Or I'll."
"Or you'll what?"
"If you really want to know, you'll have to defy me, and for you're 4-1-1, that's not such a good idea."
"No kidding."
"Hey El? I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"That night you proposed, did you do it like a spur of the moment, so that bartender wouldn't, or did you plan it?"
(A/N: In case u forgot, I did and had to re-read, Olivia was passed out and the bartender who had called Olivia 'Mona Lisa' asked if they were married and Elliot told him not yet. Here it all comes out..)
"Well, both."
"Both?"
"Yeah, I mean, I've been meaning to ask you and seemed like the perfect time."
Munch walked over again, just to annoy Olivia.
"What do you want now, Munch?" She asked without even having to look behind her or at Elliot.
"How do you know its me?"
"You're the only one in this precinct who talks in Yiddish under his breath as he approaches someone, especially at a bad time. It's a dead giveaway every time." Olivia said, emphasized 'bad time.'
Munch muttered something again, but sat at the edge of Olivia and Elliot's combined desk.
"Elliot, how long HAVE you been planning to ask me to marry you?"
"I knew the first time I met you. You were the tough, 'get in my way and I will hurt you but I have a soft side' woman. Even though I was married, I wouldn't have an affair but I still loved you. When I first met you, I knew it was love and wished I had married you and had the kids with you instead of Kathy."
"Hang on, where did you get the 'get in my way and I will hurt you but I have a soft side woman' from?"
"First impression and I was right, wasn't I?"
"Did I really seem that way?"
"Uhmm.." Elliot said thoughtfully. (A/N: I know it sounds strange but he did, or at least in this fan fic)
"Yes" Munch filled in.
Olivia and Elliot looked at him at the same time. "Go AWAY already" They said together.
He finally got the picture and went back to his desk to do 'work'.
"You were saying?" Olivia asked Elliot quietly to prevent anyone, namely Fin and Munch overhearing.
"I really want to be your husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do us part, many years from now."
"Watching too many chick flicks, haven't we?" Olivia laughed.
"I live.lived in a house with 3 woman not including Elizabeth because she's only 11. Plus Dickie, but he always hid at his friends' houses. So, well, that explains it, having 2 teen girls, who always watch chick flicks."
After the divorce Kathy kept the house for herself and their 4 kids, Maureen, 16, Kathleen, 14, Elizabeth and Dickie, 11. She just kicked Elliot out, and he had to find an apartment.
Olivia looked at him curiously for a second and laughed.
"What?"
She shook her head.
"What?!" He asked again.
Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but she was laughing to hard to get anything out.
A/N: Okay, in a lot of chick flicks they have marriage scenes so that's where I got the chick flick line. I know they use it in A LOT of other types but don't you agree the use in chick flicks is high? (I'm a chick if you didn't already know so I'm sorta an expert *well not REALLY* but still. Sorry so long. Review and here's Chapter 10!
*Previously: Fin continued to talk to Munch, but much softer so Olivia could hear, at least they didn't think she could. "Anyways," Olivia continued to Elliot, "I was thinking that maybe, we can go to Long Beach and get married." "Long Beach, California or Long Island, New York?" "California. I heard its nice out there." (A/N: I live in California and I love it. =D) "How about Long Island next week or Long Beach, in 1 month, like planned?" "Next week!" Olivia exclaimed, happily. "Yes. Next week. Which is it?" "If you have to ask, you aren't as smart as you think you are" Elliot grinned. *
"Are you calling me stupid?" Elliot asked sarcastically.
"No, I'm just saying, if you have to ask if I rather get married in 1 week or 1 month, you aren't as smart as you think you are." Olivia replied, laughing.
"Is that an insult, Miss Benson?" Elliot joked.
"Mrs. Stabler in a week." Olivia corrected.
"I don't know.Maybe the California wedding in a month will be better."
"El! Are you chickening out?" She exclaimed.
"I was kidding!"
"Well, anyways.." Olivia said, sighing with relief.
"You actually thought I was chickening out of our 'hitching' as you say it?"
She looked away and back, and said quickly, "No, of course not."
"Sure."
"Funny, El, funny. And no I didn't mean what I said as an insult. Really, I didn't."
"Okay, okay, and I quote 'Have a hernia, why don't you?'" (A/N: See chapter 8 for reference).
"I will, thank you."
"Cute. I mean."
"Elliot, what did I say about 'cute'?"
"What I meant, was sexy, err, awesome blossom?" (A/N: Yes, I have used this before, I love that phrase, :D)
"You know what?"
"What?"
"You try to hard. Just relax. Quit being so tense." Olivia said, noticing Elliot was really tense.
"But."
"No and's, if's or but's about it, just do it. Or I'll."
"Or you'll what?"
"If you really want to know, you'll have to defy me, and for you're 4-1-1, that's not such a good idea."
"No kidding."
"Hey El? I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"That night you proposed, did you do it like a spur of the moment, so that bartender wouldn't, or did you plan it?"
(A/N: In case u forgot, I did and had to re-read, Olivia was passed out and the bartender who had called Olivia 'Mona Lisa' asked if they were married and Elliot told him not yet. Here it all comes out..)
"Well, both."
"Both?"
"Yeah, I mean, I've been meaning to ask you and seemed like the perfect time."
Munch walked over again, just to annoy Olivia.
"What do you want now, Munch?" She asked without even having to look behind her or at Elliot.
"How do you know its me?"
"You're the only one in this precinct who talks in Yiddish under his breath as he approaches someone, especially at a bad time. It's a dead giveaway every time." Olivia said, emphasized 'bad time.'
Munch muttered something again, but sat at the edge of Olivia and Elliot's combined desk.
"Elliot, how long HAVE you been planning to ask me to marry you?"
"I knew the first time I met you. You were the tough, 'get in my way and I will hurt you but I have a soft side' woman. Even though I was married, I wouldn't have an affair but I still loved you. When I first met you, I knew it was love and wished I had married you and had the kids with you instead of Kathy."
"Hang on, where did you get the 'get in my way and I will hurt you but I have a soft side woman' from?"
"First impression and I was right, wasn't I?"
"Did I really seem that way?"
"Uhmm.." Elliot said thoughtfully. (A/N: I know it sounds strange but he did, or at least in this fan fic)
"Yes" Munch filled in.
Olivia and Elliot looked at him at the same time. "Go AWAY already" They said together.
He finally got the picture and went back to his desk to do 'work'.
"You were saying?" Olivia asked Elliot quietly to prevent anyone, namely Fin and Munch overhearing.
"I really want to be your husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do us part, many years from now."
"Watching too many chick flicks, haven't we?" Olivia laughed.
"I live.lived in a house with 3 woman not including Elizabeth because she's only 11. Plus Dickie, but he always hid at his friends' houses. So, well, that explains it, having 2 teen girls, who always watch chick flicks."
After the divorce Kathy kept the house for herself and their 4 kids, Maureen, 16, Kathleen, 14, Elizabeth and Dickie, 11. She just kicked Elliot out, and he had to find an apartment.
Olivia looked at him curiously for a second and laughed.
"What?"
She shook her head.
"What?!" He asked again.
Olivia opened her mouth to speak, but she was laughing to hard to get anything out.
A/N: Okay, in a lot of chick flicks they have marriage scenes so that's where I got the chick flick line. I know they use it in A LOT of other types but don't you agree the use in chick flicks is high? (I'm a chick if you didn't already know so I'm sorta an expert *well not REALLY* but still. Sorry so long. Review and here's Chapter 10!