2 weeks later:
Olivia shifted through her apartment for a few minutes before falling onto her couch. She was exhausted, but, they had solved their latest case, and the perp was awaiting trial. And, they had enough evidence to put him away for life, 2 of his 3 victims hadn't lived.
She flipped on the TV and started to channel surf, she really didn't expect to find anything on, it was after 2 in the morning, insomnia had gotten the best of her. She passed billions off infomercials trying to sell her the newest type of diet pill, or exercise machine, a few late night TV programs, she settled on watching the X-files.
When the show ended she turned off the TV and sat in the dark. She sat there nearly 15 minutes before she went into her bedroom and laid down. It took her other hour before she finally fell asleep.
Later in the morning she sat at her desk catering to a splitting headache. One that she must have gotten from a lack of sleep. She rubbed her temples hoping that with the aspirin that she had taken nearly 10 minutes before would sooth the pounding.
Elliot came in and sat at his desk in front of hers, he eyed her for a second, trying to figure out what was wrong. "You ok, Liv?"
She nodded, "it's just this damn headache. It doesn't seem to want to go away."
"Oh," he looked down at his desk and shuffled through a few papers. "When's the court date again?"
"2 weeks from Thursday."
He was about to reply when the Captain came out of his office and called them into it. After a few minutes of briefing them on their newest case they were off, once again.
~**~**~**~
2 weeks later:
"Kathleen!" Elliot called when he entered the apartment, "you home?"
She came out of her bedroom, cradling the phone between her ear and her shoulder. "Yeah, daddy. I'm here. I made dinner, it's on the kitchen counter."
"Who you talking to?"
"Maureen."
"How's she doing?"
"Good, daddy." She walked back into her room and a few minutes later came into the kitchen and sat across from him. "Daddy, when are we going to talk about why you haven't been on a date yet?"
He coughed spitting his drink everywhere.
"Ew, daddy."
Coughing some more he held up a finger. After gaining control he inhaled deeply. "What!?"
"Why haven't you gone on a date yet? Or, rather, why haven't you been on a date with Olivia."
His eyes grew wide and he coughed some more. "Where did this come from?"
"My curious teenage mind. Come on, daddy. I know you like her, you know you like her, heck, she probably knows that you like her. And, we all know she's got the same feelings for you. I mean, come on. How many times have you gone out with us kids, and invited her along?"
"You and the twins don't like her coming along?"
"No, of course we do. But, I mean, it's obvious the way you two feel about each other."
"Regardless of our 'feelings', work doesn't allow us to do those sort of things. There are regulations."
"Right, fraternization and all that fun stuff."
"That's a big word for you." He joked.
She rolled her eyes, "Sure, dad." She stood up from the table, "Be in denial."
"What do you mean? Denial?"
She giggled, "I think you know what I mean. But, if I must explain it to you. Denial is when you tell yourself one thing, when you know that in all actuality it's another. For instance, you say that you don't have any feelings for Olivia, when you know that, in fact, you do."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
"See, denial." She hung her head low, and shook it. "Tisk, tisk, daddy, tisk, tisk."
Elliot laughed as he put his plate into the sink. "Have you talked with your brother and sister?"
"Yes, they're coming for the weekend. Mom wants me to go see her…I'm not sure if I'm going to. I mean, if Steve is going to be there, then I definitely won't. As I said before, I don't like him."
Elliot sighed, "I know you don't. But, she is your mother. You can't just not see her."
"Why not? You've got custody of me. She's got custody of the twins."
"We have shared custody of all of you, you just live with me."
"Still. Do I have to?"
"At least Friday night."
"Then is it alright if the twins stay Friday with mom, too? I don't want to be alone in the house."
"Alright."
"You and Olivia should go out Friday."
"Kathleen."
"What?"
"Don't start."
She threw her hands up in mock defense, "sure. Fine. Whatever."
~**~**~**~**~
Olivia was in the middle of a conversation with Alex about her date with Daniel the previous weekend when she got a beep. "Oh, Alex. I've got a call. Let me see who it is." She switched lines, "Hello?"
"Liv? It's me."
"Oh, hey, Elliot. Give me a sec to tell Alex bye, I'll be right back." She switched lines again. "Alex, it's Elliot."
"Ooh, don't let me keep you." Alex laughed, "Just call me back when you get done, alright?"
Olivia hung up with Alex and then switched lines again. "Ok, El. I'm here. What was it you wanted?"
He was silent for a moment, "well. The kids are going to be with their mother this weekend, Friday more specifically. I was just wondering if you wanted to do something, maybe rent a movie and order pizza, or something like that?"
Olivia beamed. Was he asking her out on a date? "Sure, El. That sounds fun. But, I get to pick the movie."
"I expected nothing less."
She chuckled, "I'll see you tomorrow, Elliot."
"Right, bye, Liv."
"Bye."
She hung up the phone in its cradle and sat down on her couch, still beaming. Did he really just ask her out on a date? Did she really just say yes? No, he couldn't have asked her out on a date. Why would he? Would she have said yes if it really was a date? Of course she would have.
So, was it a date, or wasn't it?
She pondered a while. Sitting in silence, thinking. Date or no? Date or no? Date or--
"RING! RING! RIN--"
Olivia jumped off the couch and ran for the phone, catching it before the end of the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Olivia, you never called me back." A very upset Alex Cabot said from the other end.
"Oh, yeah. About that. Sorry?"
"Sorry my ass. Well, what did Elliot want?"
"Just to see if I wanted to come over Friday, watch a movie, eat pizza. You know."
"No, I don't. Explain this to me? Have you ever gone out on a date with Elliot before, and if so why haven't I heard about it yet?"
"This isn't a date."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Yes. Of course…maybe."
"Ah ha! It's a date. Go Liv."
"What are you? 15?"
"Oh, ha ha. That was so very funny."
"There you go again, acting like a 15 year old. What's up with this Ms. ADA?"
"Well, you can't expect me to be serious 24/5/365. I'm inclined to have at least one free day. Don't you think so?"
"Yeah, well. I guess. But, this is not a date."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that. Maybe one day, you'll believe it."
"Oh, I already do."
~**~**~**~
A/N: Alrighty then. Not too sure how good this chapter was. I've been having a bit of writers block, with this story and the other one I'm currently writing. 'Tis not fun. Not at all. Hopefully, it'll go away soon. But, it's not looking like that'll happen. So, if the next chapter doesn't come out soon. You'll know why!
Ok then, I did my part, I wrote a chapter (albeit, not a very good one) now. Be kind, please rewind…er…review.
Olivia shifted through her apartment for a few minutes before falling onto her couch. She was exhausted, but, they had solved their latest case, and the perp was awaiting trial. And, they had enough evidence to put him away for life, 2 of his 3 victims hadn't lived.
She flipped on the TV and started to channel surf, she really didn't expect to find anything on, it was after 2 in the morning, insomnia had gotten the best of her. She passed billions off infomercials trying to sell her the newest type of diet pill, or exercise machine, a few late night TV programs, she settled on watching the X-files.
When the show ended she turned off the TV and sat in the dark. She sat there nearly 15 minutes before she went into her bedroom and laid down. It took her other hour before she finally fell asleep.
Later in the morning she sat at her desk catering to a splitting headache. One that she must have gotten from a lack of sleep. She rubbed her temples hoping that with the aspirin that she had taken nearly 10 minutes before would sooth the pounding.
Elliot came in and sat at his desk in front of hers, he eyed her for a second, trying to figure out what was wrong. "You ok, Liv?"
She nodded, "it's just this damn headache. It doesn't seem to want to go away."
"Oh," he looked down at his desk and shuffled through a few papers. "When's the court date again?"
"2 weeks from Thursday."
He was about to reply when the Captain came out of his office and called them into it. After a few minutes of briefing them on their newest case they were off, once again.
~**~**~**~
2 weeks later:
"Kathleen!" Elliot called when he entered the apartment, "you home?"
She came out of her bedroom, cradling the phone between her ear and her shoulder. "Yeah, daddy. I'm here. I made dinner, it's on the kitchen counter."
"Who you talking to?"
"Maureen."
"How's she doing?"
"Good, daddy." She walked back into her room and a few minutes later came into the kitchen and sat across from him. "Daddy, when are we going to talk about why you haven't been on a date yet?"
He coughed spitting his drink everywhere.
"Ew, daddy."
Coughing some more he held up a finger. After gaining control he inhaled deeply. "What!?"
"Why haven't you gone on a date yet? Or, rather, why haven't you been on a date with Olivia."
His eyes grew wide and he coughed some more. "Where did this come from?"
"My curious teenage mind. Come on, daddy. I know you like her, you know you like her, heck, she probably knows that you like her. And, we all know she's got the same feelings for you. I mean, come on. How many times have you gone out with us kids, and invited her along?"
"You and the twins don't like her coming along?"
"No, of course we do. But, I mean, it's obvious the way you two feel about each other."
"Regardless of our 'feelings', work doesn't allow us to do those sort of things. There are regulations."
"Right, fraternization and all that fun stuff."
"That's a big word for you." He joked.
She rolled her eyes, "Sure, dad." She stood up from the table, "Be in denial."
"What do you mean? Denial?"
She giggled, "I think you know what I mean. But, if I must explain it to you. Denial is when you tell yourself one thing, when you know that in all actuality it's another. For instance, you say that you don't have any feelings for Olivia, when you know that, in fact, you do."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
"See, denial." She hung her head low, and shook it. "Tisk, tisk, daddy, tisk, tisk."
Elliot laughed as he put his plate into the sink. "Have you talked with your brother and sister?"
"Yes, they're coming for the weekend. Mom wants me to go see her…I'm not sure if I'm going to. I mean, if Steve is going to be there, then I definitely won't. As I said before, I don't like him."
Elliot sighed, "I know you don't. But, she is your mother. You can't just not see her."
"Why not? You've got custody of me. She's got custody of the twins."
"We have shared custody of all of you, you just live with me."
"Still. Do I have to?"
"At least Friday night."
"Then is it alright if the twins stay Friday with mom, too? I don't want to be alone in the house."
"Alright."
"You and Olivia should go out Friday."
"Kathleen."
"What?"
"Don't start."
She threw her hands up in mock defense, "sure. Fine. Whatever."
~**~**~**~**~
Olivia was in the middle of a conversation with Alex about her date with Daniel the previous weekend when she got a beep. "Oh, Alex. I've got a call. Let me see who it is." She switched lines, "Hello?"
"Liv? It's me."
"Oh, hey, Elliot. Give me a sec to tell Alex bye, I'll be right back." She switched lines again. "Alex, it's Elliot."
"Ooh, don't let me keep you." Alex laughed, "Just call me back when you get done, alright?"
Olivia hung up with Alex and then switched lines again. "Ok, El. I'm here. What was it you wanted?"
He was silent for a moment, "well. The kids are going to be with their mother this weekend, Friday more specifically. I was just wondering if you wanted to do something, maybe rent a movie and order pizza, or something like that?"
Olivia beamed. Was he asking her out on a date? "Sure, El. That sounds fun. But, I get to pick the movie."
"I expected nothing less."
She chuckled, "I'll see you tomorrow, Elliot."
"Right, bye, Liv."
"Bye."
She hung up the phone in its cradle and sat down on her couch, still beaming. Did he really just ask her out on a date? Did she really just say yes? No, he couldn't have asked her out on a date. Why would he? Would she have said yes if it really was a date? Of course she would have.
So, was it a date, or wasn't it?
She pondered a while. Sitting in silence, thinking. Date or no? Date or no? Date or--
"RING! RING! RIN--"
Olivia jumped off the couch and ran for the phone, catching it before the end of the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Olivia, you never called me back." A very upset Alex Cabot said from the other end.
"Oh, yeah. About that. Sorry?"
"Sorry my ass. Well, what did Elliot want?"
"Just to see if I wanted to come over Friday, watch a movie, eat pizza. You know."
"No, I don't. Explain this to me? Have you ever gone out on a date with Elliot before, and if so why haven't I heard about it yet?"
"This isn't a date."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Yes. Of course…maybe."
"Ah ha! It's a date. Go Liv."
"What are you? 15?"
"Oh, ha ha. That was so very funny."
"There you go again, acting like a 15 year old. What's up with this Ms. ADA?"
"Well, you can't expect me to be serious 24/5/365. I'm inclined to have at least one free day. Don't you think so?"
"Yeah, well. I guess. But, this is not a date."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that. Maybe one day, you'll believe it."
"Oh, I already do."
~**~**~**~
A/N: Alrighty then. Not too sure how good this chapter was. I've been having a bit of writers block, with this story and the other one I'm currently writing. 'Tis not fun. Not at all. Hopefully, it'll go away soon. But, it's not looking like that'll happen. So, if the next chapter doesn't come out soon. You'll know why!
Ok then, I did my part, I wrote a chapter (albeit, not a very good one) now. Be kind, please rewind…er…review.