A/n I was watching LAO: SVU and decided that the way Olivia scooted her
chair to look OVER Elliot's shoulder indicated interest for her part. Oh
and thanks for those who reviewed and told me El's eyes were blue, not
brown. I got confused.
He never knew
While my partner was one of the best detectives New York had to offer, he was appallingly dense. And that he died without ever knowing hurt the worst. I never had admitted I loved him, because he was a married man, and my best friend. I didn't want to lose that special protection or the loving friendship we had.
It had started innocently enough. I met him and was immediately distracted by his eyes. They were a rich blue color and upon seeing them, my insides melted. A further inspection proved he was married: his wedding ring. I was disappointed, and hoped we got to be good partners, if not friends.
After the first few cases, it became apparent that we had a special knack for dealing with the perps. We had the good cop bad cop thing down to a science. He would start unbuttoning his sleeves and that was the cue that I took as the good cop. Hell; even Cragen noticed how well we worked together.
But no one in the precinct knew of my dirty little secret: I was swiftly falling for Elliot Stabler. Munch suspected of course, and took me out for a drink to try to get me to fess up. And, when she was there, Jeffries had pulled me aside for "Girl Chats" as she put it. When she left, I was upset and when Elliot picked up on it, he offered to take me to the bar. Thus, our friendship grew.
After fours years of working with Alex Cabot, her death rocked me, and the fact that she was indeed alive, hurt worse. And Elliot was there to pull me out of my shell of misery.
Thinking back, I remember that the bullet that killed Elliot had been intended for me. He saw it coming and had thrown himself in front of me, buying me time to raise my gun and fire. His last breath wheezed in his throat and his last words were "DO me a favor? Tell me family I love them.... And Olivia? Thanks for being my partner." And he died in my arms. Whispering gently, I finally told him I loved him. But he never heard, never knew.
As I stand here on his grave, long since abandoned by mourners, I drop a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone and drop to my knees beside it. "Three days since you died El. And in all that time, I haven't been able to sleep and my work in the office has swiftly fallen down on quality. I can't believe I never got the chance to tell you what an amazing six years we've had together, and that I love you. I know you probably didn't love me in return; you were too faithful to Kathy. But that didn't change the way I felt."
Tears blurred her vision now, and as she fought to keep control, a warm jacket was dropped around her shoulders. "It's cold out here. You shouldn't be alone and miserable in times like these." A voice long known, the voice of John Munch. Olivia looked up in gratitude as he helped her to her feet and led her to his car. Her own car, the one she and Elliot had used for cases, was parked just two cars down. She glanced t it and allowed herself to be tucked into his car. A few small tears fell from her eyes and as she watched the rain that had threatened the city for hours finally start, she decided that rain was her new best friend.
"Goodbye Elliot, and I love you."
He never knew
While my partner was one of the best detectives New York had to offer, he was appallingly dense. And that he died without ever knowing hurt the worst. I never had admitted I loved him, because he was a married man, and my best friend. I didn't want to lose that special protection or the loving friendship we had.
It had started innocently enough. I met him and was immediately distracted by his eyes. They were a rich blue color and upon seeing them, my insides melted. A further inspection proved he was married: his wedding ring. I was disappointed, and hoped we got to be good partners, if not friends.
After the first few cases, it became apparent that we had a special knack for dealing with the perps. We had the good cop bad cop thing down to a science. He would start unbuttoning his sleeves and that was the cue that I took as the good cop. Hell; even Cragen noticed how well we worked together.
But no one in the precinct knew of my dirty little secret: I was swiftly falling for Elliot Stabler. Munch suspected of course, and took me out for a drink to try to get me to fess up. And, when she was there, Jeffries had pulled me aside for "Girl Chats" as she put it. When she left, I was upset and when Elliot picked up on it, he offered to take me to the bar. Thus, our friendship grew.
After fours years of working with Alex Cabot, her death rocked me, and the fact that she was indeed alive, hurt worse. And Elliot was there to pull me out of my shell of misery.
Thinking back, I remember that the bullet that killed Elliot had been intended for me. He saw it coming and had thrown himself in front of me, buying me time to raise my gun and fire. His last breath wheezed in his throat and his last words were "DO me a favor? Tell me family I love them.... And Olivia? Thanks for being my partner." And he died in my arms. Whispering gently, I finally told him I loved him. But he never heard, never knew.
As I stand here on his grave, long since abandoned by mourners, I drop a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone and drop to my knees beside it. "Three days since you died El. And in all that time, I haven't been able to sleep and my work in the office has swiftly fallen down on quality. I can't believe I never got the chance to tell you what an amazing six years we've had together, and that I love you. I know you probably didn't love me in return; you were too faithful to Kathy. But that didn't change the way I felt."
Tears blurred her vision now, and as she fought to keep control, a warm jacket was dropped around her shoulders. "It's cold out here. You shouldn't be alone and miserable in times like these." A voice long known, the voice of John Munch. Olivia looked up in gratitude as he helped her to her feet and led her to his car. Her own car, the one she and Elliot had used for cases, was parked just two cars down. She glanced t it and allowed herself to be tucked into his car. A few small tears fell from her eyes and as she watched the rain that had threatened the city for hours finally start, she decided that rain was her new best friend.
"Goodbye Elliot, and I love you."