A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for the great reviews. Anyways, I decided
to make this fanfic more interesting for you, by giving light to the
detectives' personal lives. Hope you like it that way, too. Keep reviewing
with comments, and suggestions. Thanks!
-J'adore SVU.
Chapter 2: Forgetfulness
"I hate having to deal with this bull everyday...", Elliot complained to Olivia, Munch, and Fin.
"Tell me about it..", Olivia replied.
"Get over it...", Munch sarcastically warned them as they left the courtroom.
"Ha, nice try John. The thing I don't get about all this is that James acted so innocent. How could we have been fooled.", Elliot tried to fathom.
"He was outa that school for more than a year, gave him enough time to think it through.", Fin tried to explain.
"He liked her though.he should of just went for Michael.", Olivia argued.
"He didn't want to kill Megan, just hurt her so he could get back at Michael. It's a control thing, plus Michael probably woulda hurt him twice as bad if he went in for him.", Munch replied.
"It doesn't matter now....", Elliot explained as he rolled his sleeves up. "Good thing Casey locked him up, for about a dismal quarter of a century of his life..Bastard deserves it."
"Hey! You four get home. Early start tomorrow.", Cragen ordered.
"Later cap'n, Olivia, Elliot.", Munch said as he grabbed his jacket. Fin did the same and walked out with his partner. "See you two tomorra.", Cragen said.
"Ditto.", Fin replied.
"Elliot, Olivia, bright and early tomorrow, it's spring cleaning time.", Cragen said as he readied himself to go home. "Boy, has it been a long week."
"See ya captain.", they both said. As everyone left, Elliot slumped back into his chair and stared at the pictures of his beautiful wife and family. He thought he was missing something.
"Guess it's you and me now, huh?", Olivia said, breaking the silence.
"Yup.", Elliot said. 'What am I forgetting?', he thought.
"Wanna go for a drink?", Olivia suggested.
"Ya..", he said as he grabbed his coat. He escorted Olivia out of the precinct, locked the door and shut off all the lights. They walked a few blocks to the local hangout, empty as Elliot's gas tank.
"What do ya's want?", an old scruffy man with a thick Brooklyn accent asked.
"Two Coors.", Olivia answered. The bar man served them the drinks, and Elliot thanked him. After a few gulps, and a long conversation about how Maureen was doing in college, Elliot decided he had to go to the bathroom.
"I'll be right back.", he told Olivia. He got up from the stool and walked to the bathroom. After about a minute or so he came back. He overheard the conversation that was going on at a table near the lavatory hall.
"I love you...Happy Anniversary.", a man said to his girlfriend, as they kissed.
"Oh no.", Elliot said. He rushed over to Olivia and asked for her forgiveness. She saw that he was panting.
"What's wrong?", she asked.
"It's Kathy and my anniversary. I just remembered, I'm so sorry!", he apologized.
"Don't worry about it.", she said at his statement, a little upset, but more surprised. Elliot never forgot about his anniversaries.
"See ya tomorrow.", he said as he took his last gulp and ran out the door. He drove home, trying to think up an excuse for his tardiness. As he parked the car and ran to his door he thought to himself, 'Just tell her the truth, she'll be mad if I lied. Then again, she'll be mad any way.' He sighed and opened the door. Kathleen was sitting at the kitchen table reviewing her notes on chemistry AP.
"Why are you still up?", he asked her.
"Why were you late.....Again.", she rebounded him back.
"Where's your mother?", he said as he rolled his eyes at her ignorance.
"Asleep, as usual this time of night.", she replied.
"Quit it, and get to bed soon.", he said letting her know he was well aware of her arrogance as he kissed her head. She gave a brief smile, but hid it from him. Kathleen was never the one to show much emotion toward her father or really to anyone at least. Elliot rushed upstairs and saw his wife in bed asleep. He quickly undressed and hopped into bed beside her. He kissed her on the head hoping she would wake up, but she was already awake; and didn't even budge.
"I'm sorry sweetheart.", Elliot explained, but Kathy acted like she was asleep, and Elliot couldn't change it. All he wanted to do was to make Kathy happy, but he was never there. He rolled over beside her and held her, trying to see any reaction would come out of it (It was his anniversary night, and all). In the end, after all he tried, Kathy wouldn't 'awaken'. Elliot sighed and rolled over to his side of the bed, he closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of Kathleen's feet coming up the stairs.
Olivia on the other hand prepared to go home after her first beer. She had no one to chat with, and no entertainment to entertain herself with. She grabbed her jacket and was walking out the door when, "Hey, you there!", someone yelled. Olivia turned around and realized that the person who yelled it wasn't talking to her. She turned to leave again, and a man was standing in front of her.
"Excuse me.", she said.
"No worries, it was my fault, I was trying to find a way to offer you a drink.", he said. As much as Olivia found that flattering, she knew it was really time to get going. However, this man was one of the most attractive men she ever saw. His brown hair shaped so cleanly, and his brown eyes complemented his olive skin tone. Plus the fact she hadn't been with anyone new in months. She decided that she couldn't resist his invitation. 'I can call in sick tomorrow, if anything goes for the better. This time I hope.' She thought.
"My name is Ewan....Ewan Beckman.", he said.
"Olivia Benson.", she said as she introduced himself. Ewan ordered a Guinness for himself and Olivia ordered the same as what she had with Elliot, a Coors. He gulped the white top on the Guinness and Olivia gave a cute laugh at the moustache that formed on his lip. He licked his lip, and smiled at Olivia. By her flirtatious ways, he knew he was doing a good job.
"Where you from?", she asked even though she thought by the accent he was either Australian or English.
"New Zealand. You?", he asked. 'Damn. I was close though', she thought laughing at herself.
"Here.", she said. "What brings you to the 'Big Apple?'.", she asked him.
"Work. I'm a journalist.", he said. 'Oh God...', she thought. She remembered what happened the last time she got romantically involved with a news reporter. She vowed she would never venture into that world, especially after her last journalist boyfriend betrayed her trust.
"What are you researching?", she asked.
"Pollution. I'm with an environmental agency in Wellington. Shit like that. Enough about me, what is a beautiful lady like yourself doing in this big town?", he asked. She laughed at his half thought out pick up line.
"I'm a detective. We investigate vicious sex crimes. Nothing special you want to here..." she explained.
"I understand.", he said. He was one of the few guys that weren't strictly appalled or turned on by her job. He was ok with it. Olivia's eyes lit up, and unfortunately for them time flew by very quickly.
"Oh my God, it's getting late!", Olivia exclaimed looking at her watch.
"Don't worry. Time goes by when your having fun, Olivia.", he said.
"Yes it does..", she replied, looking into his eyes. She refocused, "But I have work tomorrow." She totally forgot about what she promised herself if her little get together was too good to be true. Work always came first for her, even though at times she didn't want work to come first; especially above love.
"You need a ride?", he asked her.
"That would be good.", she told him. She realized that she had a few too many, as she rose from the stool and grabbed her jacket. She felt her head get a little tipsy, along with the nauseous feeling, and she got hold to Ewan's arm. She smirked at him, and he laughed. He took her by the hand and walked her to the car. He opened the door for her like a real gentlemen and she got in.
"Show me the way, mate.", he told her. She directed him to her apartment, and he stopped outside her building.
"This is it....", she sighed.
"G'night, Livvy.", he said. 'Wow, three hours, and he's calling me Livvy. Must be a good sign.', she thought. Only one other man called her anything but Olivia, which was Elliot. She thanked him for the night and the ride, and opened the door. As she was getting out he grabbed her arm. He kissed her lips and she fell into his charm. It was a brief but splendid moment for them both. She pulled away before she was too into him.
"I would invite you in, but I have to get some sleep. Overtime's not doing me any good if you know what I mean." Ewan just smiled and said it was alright.
"Bye.", she told him. He waved, and waited for her to get inside. 'He's a keeper,' she told herself. She skipped up the stairs, and her happiness ran through her like getting first in a race. She was in bliss, purely exhilarated. As she put the key in the door, she said out loud, "Oh my God. He doesn't have my number...". She slumped as she entered inside and told herself how much of an idiot she was, and undressed for bed. "Well, at least I'll get four hours of sleep.", she said, trying to get her mind of Ewan. She uncovered the bed, hopped in and set her clock for 5:30 A.M. By this time, Elliot, Fin, and Munch were all asleep.
The next morning, Elliot awoke with the bell ringing, and he turned it off trying not to wake his sleeping wife and children. He hopped in the shower, got dressed, and readied himself for work. He wrote a note to apologize for his behavior the night before, before leaving for work.
Kathy, Sweetheart, I am so sorry. Please forgive my ignorance. I promise I'll make it up to you. Nineteen years is a long time, and I'm sure a few hours aren't as long as that. Give the kids a kiss for me, I'll be home early.
Love You, Elliot xoxoxo
'Your very masculine.', he said to himself and laughed at the x's and o's on the note. He put on his jacket and locked the door as he was leaving. However, Olivia moaned with fatigue as the alarm went off for her. "Here we go again.", she said. She got up and walked with a arch in her back to the bathroom. She did the same routine as Elliot, except for the note of course. She yawned as she put on her jacket. Locking the door, she walked downstairs telling herself, "Your getting too old for this." She arrived the latest at the precinct, as usual, and Munch and Fin taunted her for it. She just answered back with a sarcastic, "Screw you". Another day at the job, was all that was on their minds.
Chapter 2: Forgetfulness
"I hate having to deal with this bull everyday...", Elliot complained to Olivia, Munch, and Fin.
"Tell me about it..", Olivia replied.
"Get over it...", Munch sarcastically warned them as they left the courtroom.
"Ha, nice try John. The thing I don't get about all this is that James acted so innocent. How could we have been fooled.", Elliot tried to fathom.
"He was outa that school for more than a year, gave him enough time to think it through.", Fin tried to explain.
"He liked her though.he should of just went for Michael.", Olivia argued.
"He didn't want to kill Megan, just hurt her so he could get back at Michael. It's a control thing, plus Michael probably woulda hurt him twice as bad if he went in for him.", Munch replied.
"It doesn't matter now....", Elliot explained as he rolled his sleeves up. "Good thing Casey locked him up, for about a dismal quarter of a century of his life..Bastard deserves it."
"Hey! You four get home. Early start tomorrow.", Cragen ordered.
"Later cap'n, Olivia, Elliot.", Munch said as he grabbed his jacket. Fin did the same and walked out with his partner. "See you two tomorra.", Cragen said.
"Ditto.", Fin replied.
"Elliot, Olivia, bright and early tomorrow, it's spring cleaning time.", Cragen said as he readied himself to go home. "Boy, has it been a long week."
"See ya captain.", they both said. As everyone left, Elliot slumped back into his chair and stared at the pictures of his beautiful wife and family. He thought he was missing something.
"Guess it's you and me now, huh?", Olivia said, breaking the silence.
"Yup.", Elliot said. 'What am I forgetting?', he thought.
"Wanna go for a drink?", Olivia suggested.
"Ya..", he said as he grabbed his coat. He escorted Olivia out of the precinct, locked the door and shut off all the lights. They walked a few blocks to the local hangout, empty as Elliot's gas tank.
"What do ya's want?", an old scruffy man with a thick Brooklyn accent asked.
"Two Coors.", Olivia answered. The bar man served them the drinks, and Elliot thanked him. After a few gulps, and a long conversation about how Maureen was doing in college, Elliot decided he had to go to the bathroom.
"I'll be right back.", he told Olivia. He got up from the stool and walked to the bathroom. After about a minute or so he came back. He overheard the conversation that was going on at a table near the lavatory hall.
"I love you...Happy Anniversary.", a man said to his girlfriend, as they kissed.
"Oh no.", Elliot said. He rushed over to Olivia and asked for her forgiveness. She saw that he was panting.
"What's wrong?", she asked.
"It's Kathy and my anniversary. I just remembered, I'm so sorry!", he apologized.
"Don't worry about it.", she said at his statement, a little upset, but more surprised. Elliot never forgot about his anniversaries.
"See ya tomorrow.", he said as he took his last gulp and ran out the door. He drove home, trying to think up an excuse for his tardiness. As he parked the car and ran to his door he thought to himself, 'Just tell her the truth, she'll be mad if I lied. Then again, she'll be mad any way.' He sighed and opened the door. Kathleen was sitting at the kitchen table reviewing her notes on chemistry AP.
"Why are you still up?", he asked her.
"Why were you late.....Again.", she rebounded him back.
"Where's your mother?", he said as he rolled his eyes at her ignorance.
"Asleep, as usual this time of night.", she replied.
"Quit it, and get to bed soon.", he said letting her know he was well aware of her arrogance as he kissed her head. She gave a brief smile, but hid it from him. Kathleen was never the one to show much emotion toward her father or really to anyone at least. Elliot rushed upstairs and saw his wife in bed asleep. He quickly undressed and hopped into bed beside her. He kissed her on the head hoping she would wake up, but she was already awake; and didn't even budge.
"I'm sorry sweetheart.", Elliot explained, but Kathy acted like she was asleep, and Elliot couldn't change it. All he wanted to do was to make Kathy happy, but he was never there. He rolled over beside her and held her, trying to see any reaction would come out of it (It was his anniversary night, and all). In the end, after all he tried, Kathy wouldn't 'awaken'. Elliot sighed and rolled over to his side of the bed, he closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of Kathleen's feet coming up the stairs.
Olivia on the other hand prepared to go home after her first beer. She had no one to chat with, and no entertainment to entertain herself with. She grabbed her jacket and was walking out the door when, "Hey, you there!", someone yelled. Olivia turned around and realized that the person who yelled it wasn't talking to her. She turned to leave again, and a man was standing in front of her.
"Excuse me.", she said.
"No worries, it was my fault, I was trying to find a way to offer you a drink.", he said. As much as Olivia found that flattering, she knew it was really time to get going. However, this man was one of the most attractive men she ever saw. His brown hair shaped so cleanly, and his brown eyes complemented his olive skin tone. Plus the fact she hadn't been with anyone new in months. She decided that she couldn't resist his invitation. 'I can call in sick tomorrow, if anything goes for the better. This time I hope.' She thought.
"My name is Ewan....Ewan Beckman.", he said.
"Olivia Benson.", she said as she introduced himself. Ewan ordered a Guinness for himself and Olivia ordered the same as what she had with Elliot, a Coors. He gulped the white top on the Guinness and Olivia gave a cute laugh at the moustache that formed on his lip. He licked his lip, and smiled at Olivia. By her flirtatious ways, he knew he was doing a good job.
"Where you from?", she asked even though she thought by the accent he was either Australian or English.
"New Zealand. You?", he asked. 'Damn. I was close though', she thought laughing at herself.
"Here.", she said. "What brings you to the 'Big Apple?'.", she asked him.
"Work. I'm a journalist.", he said. 'Oh God...', she thought. She remembered what happened the last time she got romantically involved with a news reporter. She vowed she would never venture into that world, especially after her last journalist boyfriend betrayed her trust.
"What are you researching?", she asked.
"Pollution. I'm with an environmental agency in Wellington. Shit like that. Enough about me, what is a beautiful lady like yourself doing in this big town?", he asked. She laughed at his half thought out pick up line.
"I'm a detective. We investigate vicious sex crimes. Nothing special you want to here..." she explained.
"I understand.", he said. He was one of the few guys that weren't strictly appalled or turned on by her job. He was ok with it. Olivia's eyes lit up, and unfortunately for them time flew by very quickly.
"Oh my God, it's getting late!", Olivia exclaimed looking at her watch.
"Don't worry. Time goes by when your having fun, Olivia.", he said.
"Yes it does..", she replied, looking into his eyes. She refocused, "But I have work tomorrow." She totally forgot about what she promised herself if her little get together was too good to be true. Work always came first for her, even though at times she didn't want work to come first; especially above love.
"You need a ride?", he asked her.
"That would be good.", she told him. She realized that she had a few too many, as she rose from the stool and grabbed her jacket. She felt her head get a little tipsy, along with the nauseous feeling, and she got hold to Ewan's arm. She smirked at him, and he laughed. He took her by the hand and walked her to the car. He opened the door for her like a real gentlemen and she got in.
"Show me the way, mate.", he told her. She directed him to her apartment, and he stopped outside her building.
"This is it....", she sighed.
"G'night, Livvy.", he said. 'Wow, three hours, and he's calling me Livvy. Must be a good sign.', she thought. Only one other man called her anything but Olivia, which was Elliot. She thanked him for the night and the ride, and opened the door. As she was getting out he grabbed her arm. He kissed her lips and she fell into his charm. It was a brief but splendid moment for them both. She pulled away before she was too into him.
"I would invite you in, but I have to get some sleep. Overtime's not doing me any good if you know what I mean." Ewan just smiled and said it was alright.
"Bye.", she told him. He waved, and waited for her to get inside. 'He's a keeper,' she told herself. She skipped up the stairs, and her happiness ran through her like getting first in a race. She was in bliss, purely exhilarated. As she put the key in the door, she said out loud, "Oh my God. He doesn't have my number...". She slumped as she entered inside and told herself how much of an idiot she was, and undressed for bed. "Well, at least I'll get four hours of sleep.", she said, trying to get her mind of Ewan. She uncovered the bed, hopped in and set her clock for 5:30 A.M. By this time, Elliot, Fin, and Munch were all asleep.
The next morning, Elliot awoke with the bell ringing, and he turned it off trying not to wake his sleeping wife and children. He hopped in the shower, got dressed, and readied himself for work. He wrote a note to apologize for his behavior the night before, before leaving for work.
Kathy, Sweetheart, I am so sorry. Please forgive my ignorance. I promise I'll make it up to you. Nineteen years is a long time, and I'm sure a few hours aren't as long as that. Give the kids a kiss for me, I'll be home early.
Love You, Elliot xoxoxo
'Your very masculine.', he said to himself and laughed at the x's and o's on the note. He put on his jacket and locked the door as he was leaving. However, Olivia moaned with fatigue as the alarm went off for her. "Here we go again.", she said. She got up and walked with a arch in her back to the bathroom. She did the same routine as Elliot, except for the note of course. She yawned as she put on her jacket. Locking the door, she walked downstairs telling herself, "Your getting too old for this." She arrived the latest at the precinct, as usual, and Munch and Fin taunted her for it. She just answered back with a sarcastic, "Screw you". Another day at the job, was all that was on their minds.