Title: Till Death Do Us Part (11/15)
Author: KatRose
Disclaimer: Simply put, Dick Wolf's, not mine.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Author's Notes: The dates for this story are all 2004. I also have to thank kukrae for all her help, wisdom, cheerleading and browbeating me into getting this story written.
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Chapter 11
SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT
SQUAD ROOM
JUNE 4
Elliot arrived at the station a couple of hours after he spoke to Olivia. He and Maureen walked in and saw that Lizzie was sitting quietly by Fin's side holding his hand while he worked. Dickie was helping Cragen sort through some papers piled on the file cabinet just outside his office and Kathleen was happily debating Munch about the nutritional value of Cheetos, and it looked like the Cheetos were winning.
Elliot smiled to see that his kids were in good hands and faring pretty well, all things considered. Maureen made a small noise as she stepping into the room and everyone turned to see who was here.
"Hi, Maureen," Olivia said, looking up from her desk. "Elliot."
"Hi, everyone," Maureen answered.
"Daddy!" Lizzie jumped up from her chair and ran into her father's arm. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, pumpkin. How was your day?"
"Okay," she replied, lower lip beginning to tremble. Elliot pulled her close and stroked the back of her head.
He looked to Olivia for the truth and she drew her finger down her face indicating tears. He nodded in understanding and asked silently how it went. Olivia surreptiously pointed to Fin and then hugged herself. Elliot's eyebrows went up and he turned to Fin to nod his thanks. Fin nodded in return to say 'you're welcome'.
Dickie stood off to one side not sure if he could join the hug or if he was too macho to do so. Olivia put out her hand to him and he willingly put his own in it. "I think it's time you took these guys home," she said to Elliot. "I think we've tormented them enough today and they could probably use a hot, nourishing meal, instead of the fast food we've been feeding them." She smiled indulgently at the kids.
Kathleen faced her father and said, "Besides, I think the twins could use a nap. Dickie almost fell asleep in the file cabinet a little bit ago."
"Did not!" he exclaimed.
"Did so," she replied. "Just look at the tiny paper cuts on your face."
Dickie put his hands to his face and looked to Olivia for verification. She shook her head no, but said, "It might not be a bad idea to lay down when you get home. You've been very busy today helping Captain Cragen and I out. I know that *I* would want a nap after that."
Dickie gave her a sideways hug and stepped up to his father. "Let's go then."
Elliot resisted the urge to laugh at the sudden shift from little boy to commander in his son. He just turned to the girls and said, "You heard Dickie, let's go home."
"Thanks, Olivia," he said. "I'll call you later."
"You get some sleep too," she admonished. "You've been running on empty longer than the kids."
"I think I will," he replied. "Thanks, guys," he said to the room before leaving with the kids in tow.
After Elliot left, Cragen turned to Olivia and said, "I think you should go home too."
"No, I'm fine, Captain," she answered. "Really."
"I know you are, I just want you to stay that way. Get some sleep and come back in the morning."
"Captain," she started to whine.
"Olivia, do I have to make it an order?"
"No, sir."
"Good. See you in the morning."
Several hours later Fin and Munch stepped into Cragen's office. "Cap," Fin started, "got a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"We thought of something that might help us get back inside White Nights."
"What would that be?"
"We heard from Vice that a few high-priced hookers may have been working out of the club in addition to the S&M stuff we found earlier. Thought that might be enough to get a warrant."
"But that's Vice's jurisdiction, we have no authority in that area," Cragen answered, liking the idea, but not seeing how to make it fly with the brass. "When we closed the books on the serial killer, there wasn't any reason to go beyond that S&M room, so we have no reason to go back now." He paused, thinking to himself. "Can you think of any reason that Sex Crimes would need to go back in there and investigate the club and its owner?"
"Unfortunately no," Munch replied.
"When you come up with something, let me know and we'll see if we can make it fly."
"Ok, Cap," Fin answered for the pair.
STABLER RESIDENCE
QUEENS
JUNE 6
"That was a nice service, Elliot," Cragen said, holding a glass of tonic water in his hand. "Kathy would have loved it."
"Yeah, Maureen did a great job. She's an amazing kid, um, young woman," he corrected looking at his eldest daughter. "Her mother would be so proud of how she's held us all together as well as putting this on. I never knew my daughter was so detail oriented."
"She takes after you, Elliot. You should be proud of how you raised her."
"Kathy did most of the work. I'm just beginning to realize how wonderful my kids are and how much I've missed out on over the years."
"You didn't miss out. You were right here. You were also out there protecting them from the things that go bump in the night. Don't ever feel guilty about that."
"I try not too," Elliot said, taking a sip of beer. "I should probably see to my other guests."
Elliot walked around the room, winding between the unending hordes of bodies that packed his not-so-big house. He saw uniforms and other people from the precinct. He saw neighbors and friends. He saw family and loved ones. He saw his kids making small talk and trying not to cry.
At least he saw most of his kids. Dickie, however, seemed to be missing. Then again, so was Olivia. Figuring that the two were together somewhere, he went in search of them. Voices from the kitchen drew him in.
"Olivia, would you do something for me?" Dickie asked, looking a little sad and impish at the same time.
"Sure, Dickie. What do you need?"
Dickie pulled Elliot's handcuffs from behind his back and said, "Please put these on Mrs. Solvinsky. She won't stop pinching my cheeks!"
Olivia muttered, "Umm," as Dickie continued, "I'm going to have bruises for a week."
Olivia bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She took the handcuffs from Dickie saying, "Let me see if I can do something just short of cuffing her."
"While you're at it, can you tell Mrs. Doofus to stop messing up my hair?"
"That's Mrs. Dufus and she's trying to be nice."
"But I'm going to go bald!"
"Dickie …"
"She's with that Ladies Aux, auxil, Audio thing. They ALL want to pinch our cheeks and ruffle our hair. One keeps calling me a 'sweet little lost lamb'. I'm not lost! I'm right here!"
"It's Ladies Auxillary and they're just trying to help."
"Whatever," he conceded. "Will you cuff them pul-leeze?" he wheedled, holding out the cuffs he'd snatched from the counter where she had placed them.
"Um, well," she said, thinking fast, "why I don't go talk to them before we resort to arresting her."
Dickie's face fell, his carefully thought out revenge on the blue-haired lady was falling apart before his eyes. He pouted to Olivia, "If that's what YOU think is best." He made a big show about shuffling out of the kitchen.
Olivia turned to put the handcuffs in the junk drawer by the sink and caught Elliot standing in the doorway. "You think this is funny?" she asked.
"Definitely my son," he responded with a laugh.
"I bet you were just as bad as he is when you were young."
Elliot smiled, took a hit off the beer bottle and turned on his heel. Olivia didn't even get a chance to stick her tongue out at him before he left the kitchen.
"Brat," she muttered to herself.
Author: KatRose
Disclaimer: Simply put, Dick Wolf's, not mine.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I can think of
Author's Notes: The dates for this story are all 2004. I also have to thank kukrae for all her help, wisdom, cheerleading and browbeating me into getting this story written.
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Chapter 11
SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT
SQUAD ROOM
JUNE 4
Elliot arrived at the station a couple of hours after he spoke to Olivia. He and Maureen walked in and saw that Lizzie was sitting quietly by Fin's side holding his hand while he worked. Dickie was helping Cragen sort through some papers piled on the file cabinet just outside his office and Kathleen was happily debating Munch about the nutritional value of Cheetos, and it looked like the Cheetos were winning.
Elliot smiled to see that his kids were in good hands and faring pretty well, all things considered. Maureen made a small noise as she stepping into the room and everyone turned to see who was here.
"Hi, Maureen," Olivia said, looking up from her desk. "Elliot."
"Hi, everyone," Maureen answered.
"Daddy!" Lizzie jumped up from her chair and ran into her father's arm. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, pumpkin. How was your day?"
"Okay," she replied, lower lip beginning to tremble. Elliot pulled her close and stroked the back of her head.
He looked to Olivia for the truth and she drew her finger down her face indicating tears. He nodded in understanding and asked silently how it went. Olivia surreptiously pointed to Fin and then hugged herself. Elliot's eyebrows went up and he turned to Fin to nod his thanks. Fin nodded in return to say 'you're welcome'.
Dickie stood off to one side not sure if he could join the hug or if he was too macho to do so. Olivia put out her hand to him and he willingly put his own in it. "I think it's time you took these guys home," she said to Elliot. "I think we've tormented them enough today and they could probably use a hot, nourishing meal, instead of the fast food we've been feeding them." She smiled indulgently at the kids.
Kathleen faced her father and said, "Besides, I think the twins could use a nap. Dickie almost fell asleep in the file cabinet a little bit ago."
"Did not!" he exclaimed.
"Did so," she replied. "Just look at the tiny paper cuts on your face."
Dickie put his hands to his face and looked to Olivia for verification. She shook her head no, but said, "It might not be a bad idea to lay down when you get home. You've been very busy today helping Captain Cragen and I out. I know that *I* would want a nap after that."
Dickie gave her a sideways hug and stepped up to his father. "Let's go then."
Elliot resisted the urge to laugh at the sudden shift from little boy to commander in his son. He just turned to the girls and said, "You heard Dickie, let's go home."
"Thanks, Olivia," he said. "I'll call you later."
"You get some sleep too," she admonished. "You've been running on empty longer than the kids."
"I think I will," he replied. "Thanks, guys," he said to the room before leaving with the kids in tow.
After Elliot left, Cragen turned to Olivia and said, "I think you should go home too."
"No, I'm fine, Captain," she answered. "Really."
"I know you are, I just want you to stay that way. Get some sleep and come back in the morning."
"Captain," she started to whine.
"Olivia, do I have to make it an order?"
"No, sir."
"Good. See you in the morning."
Several hours later Fin and Munch stepped into Cragen's office. "Cap," Fin started, "got a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"We thought of something that might help us get back inside White Nights."
"What would that be?"
"We heard from Vice that a few high-priced hookers may have been working out of the club in addition to the S&M stuff we found earlier. Thought that might be enough to get a warrant."
"But that's Vice's jurisdiction, we have no authority in that area," Cragen answered, liking the idea, but not seeing how to make it fly with the brass. "When we closed the books on the serial killer, there wasn't any reason to go beyond that S&M room, so we have no reason to go back now." He paused, thinking to himself. "Can you think of any reason that Sex Crimes would need to go back in there and investigate the club and its owner?"
"Unfortunately no," Munch replied.
"When you come up with something, let me know and we'll see if we can make it fly."
"Ok, Cap," Fin answered for the pair.
STABLER RESIDENCE
QUEENS
JUNE 6
"That was a nice service, Elliot," Cragen said, holding a glass of tonic water in his hand. "Kathy would have loved it."
"Yeah, Maureen did a great job. She's an amazing kid, um, young woman," he corrected looking at his eldest daughter. "Her mother would be so proud of how she's held us all together as well as putting this on. I never knew my daughter was so detail oriented."
"She takes after you, Elliot. You should be proud of how you raised her."
"Kathy did most of the work. I'm just beginning to realize how wonderful my kids are and how much I've missed out on over the years."
"You didn't miss out. You were right here. You were also out there protecting them from the things that go bump in the night. Don't ever feel guilty about that."
"I try not too," Elliot said, taking a sip of beer. "I should probably see to my other guests."
Elliot walked around the room, winding between the unending hordes of bodies that packed his not-so-big house. He saw uniforms and other people from the precinct. He saw neighbors and friends. He saw family and loved ones. He saw his kids making small talk and trying not to cry.
At least he saw most of his kids. Dickie, however, seemed to be missing. Then again, so was Olivia. Figuring that the two were together somewhere, he went in search of them. Voices from the kitchen drew him in.
"Olivia, would you do something for me?" Dickie asked, looking a little sad and impish at the same time.
"Sure, Dickie. What do you need?"
Dickie pulled Elliot's handcuffs from behind his back and said, "Please put these on Mrs. Solvinsky. She won't stop pinching my cheeks!"
Olivia muttered, "Umm," as Dickie continued, "I'm going to have bruises for a week."
Olivia bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She took the handcuffs from Dickie saying, "Let me see if I can do something just short of cuffing her."
"While you're at it, can you tell Mrs. Doofus to stop messing up my hair?"
"That's Mrs. Dufus and she's trying to be nice."
"But I'm going to go bald!"
"Dickie …"
"She's with that Ladies Aux, auxil, Audio thing. They ALL want to pinch our cheeks and ruffle our hair. One keeps calling me a 'sweet little lost lamb'. I'm not lost! I'm right here!"
"It's Ladies Auxillary and they're just trying to help."
"Whatever," he conceded. "Will you cuff them pul-leeze?" he wheedled, holding out the cuffs he'd snatched from the counter where she had placed them.
"Um, well," she said, thinking fast, "why I don't go talk to them before we resort to arresting her."
Dickie's face fell, his carefully thought out revenge on the blue-haired lady was falling apart before his eyes. He pouted to Olivia, "If that's what YOU think is best." He made a big show about shuffling out of the kitchen.
Olivia turned to put the handcuffs in the junk drawer by the sink and caught Elliot standing in the doorway. "You think this is funny?" she asked.
"Definitely my son," he responded with a laugh.
"I bet you were just as bad as he is when you were young."
Elliot smiled, took a hit off the beer bottle and turned on his heel. Olivia didn't even get a chance to stick her tongue out at him before he left the kitchen.
"Brat," she muttered to herself.
