Chapter 2
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate them! Also, if you haven't noticed, this does involve a spin off of one of the episodes, so in case you were wondering... Also, I apologize for any spelling errors I missed in this and the previous chapter. I hope you like this chapter and I hope it clears up some confusing parts!
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own anything in this story except a few plot points. Mr. Wolf does, brilliant man.
Elliot stood quite still for a moment, his mind reeling. "Kathy, it really has been a rough day at work, I do not need this." He finally said, pointedly taking the rest of his pills. Kathy glared at him and snapped, "I am not joking. I told you, I want a divorce. And I also don't want a man sleeping in my house who has AIDS." "Kathy, these are preventative! I don't have AIDS!" Elliot exclaimed, but Kathy ignored him. "And I am quite sure that I know where you got it." She hissed, grabbing his wrist. "Spending a little quality time with your bitch of a partner?" Elliot yanked out of her grasp, furiously staring her down. "Leave Olivia out of this! And don't ever call her that again." Kathy grabbed a sheaf of paper from the counter and tossed it at him. "Sign it. But get out first." "Kathy..." Elliot began, and just then the twins walked out of their room, looking up at him with wide eyes. He knelt down and smiled at them. Then he looked up at Kathy. "I hope you realize I own this house too. However, I don't want them to hear us fight all night again, a week of that is rough." Elliot said, glaring at Kathy. "So, I will be back tomorrow after work, and we can discuss this." "All right." Replied Kathy, her voice a little calmer now that the children were inside.
As he drove aimlessly through the streets Elliot reflected on his situation. However a short while later he found himself parked in front of a familiar place, not quite sure how he had gotten there. He sighed and grabbed his jacket, jamming the paper in the glove box.
Olivia had fallen asleep on the couch and was awoken by a loud rapping on the door. She jumped up, her heart pounding. "Liv? It's Elliot. I need to talk to you." She heard a muffled voice say. She gasped in relief and walked over to the door and opened it. Elliot walked in and said nothing until she had locked the door. As she turned around he suddenly scooped her up into a hug. Surprised, Olivia took a second to hug him back, but was quite happy about it. After a while he broke away and said, "Long story, but can I stay with you the night?" "Sure! What happened?" Olivia asked, her eyes searching his. "Well, Kathy and I are getting divorced. That's why I have been in a bad mood lately. Tonight she kicked me out of the house because she thinks I have AIDS, and I didn't want to argue anymore because my kids have lost sleep over this. And I don't really have anyone else to stay with but you, so I was hoping that you would say yes." Olivia stared at him, her mind a jumble of emotions. "Oh.... I am sorry Elliot. Let me guess, she thinks that you contracted AIDS from sleeping with me." It wasn't a question. Elliot nodded slowly and said nothing. "Well, I bet you are tired. Come on, the spare bedroom is back here." Olivia told him, and he followed her out of the living room. "There you go. Have a nice sleep, I will see you in the morning." "Thanks, Liv. I owe you." He said with a grin. "Yes, you do, and I don't know how you will ever be able to pay me back." She replied, a smile lighting up her features. Elliot hadn't seen her smile like that in a long time and could feel his pulse begin to race. He took her hands and said, "Good night."
Olivia woke up the next morning feeling far more rested than she had in weeks. With Elliot in the house, she had slept soundly and peacefully. She got up and found him already awake, with breakfast cooked and ready. "I didn't know you were a chef!" Olivia began with a laugh. "Of course, four kids with varying tastes in food? You would be one too, I am sure." Elliot answered. Olivia tossed her phone and keys up on the counter next to his and sat down next to him. Once they had finished, Elliot's phone began to ring. He picked it up and answered "Stabler." "What?" answered a stunned voice on the other end, John's. "This is Elliot..." Elliot continued slowly. "Yes, I know that! But what are you doing answering Olivia's phone at 6 in the morning?" John exclaimed, and Elliot pulled the phone away from him and looked at it. Sure enough, it was Olivia's phone. "Oh, sorry. I got them mixed up." He told John. "Here's Olivia." "Benson." "Olivia? Did you too have a sleepover?" John questioned, his voice very amused. "No! He just... spent the night at my house." She answered. "A sleepover in other words. Anyway, you two need to get down here at once, we have a suspect in custody." John said, and with that the line went dead.
Olivia slowly hung up the phone, and said "We may have some explaining to do..." Elliot nodded his agreement, grinning. "But we need to get to the precinct right away." She continued.
They walked into the precinct together, which wasn't that unusual, but as soon as they walked in, Finn grinned at them and said, "How was your night? Sure your wife doesn't mind Elliot?" Olivia looked at Elliot who said, "This will be a long story." She grinned and let him tell it.
After work Elliot walked with Olivia back to his car and questioned, "Do you want to come to dinner with me? I have to talk with Kathy first but I could pick you up in an hour or so?" "Oh... I can't tonight... I have a doctor's appointment. Sorry. But if you needed a place to stay, I should be back around ten. Actually, here. This is the spare key to my apartment, you can head over whenever you like." Olivia answered, and gave the key to him. "Thanks." Elliot answered, a little skeptical of her answer.
Elliot decided to go and have dinner alone that night, as he didn't much feel like cooking. Kathy had been in a much better mood that night, though he suspected that was only because he had signed the divorce papers. He trotted up the stairs of his favorite restaurant and went in. About halfway through his meal he got up to go to the bathroom and was just about to head into the men's room when the door opposite it opened. He immediately froze, and a startled Olivia stared back at him.
"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, her voice a little high pitched. "Having dinner... what happened to your doctors appointment?" he questioned, gently taking a hold of her forearms for no particular reason. "It got cancelled... I will see you later!" she exclaimed, wrenching free of his grasp. "Excuse me, would you mind not harassing my girl?" Olivia jumped and Elliot turned to see a tall man come up next to Olivia. "I am not harassing her, she is my partner." Elliot snapped, looking from Olivia to the man. "Oh yes, Detective Stabler. I am Jake Telluride. I hear a lot about you. How do you like working with her? Quite the handful, isn't she? A right little pistol that's for sure. However, I am positive we will break her of that." He said, holding out his hand. Elliot took it reluctantly but looked at Olivia, who was looking as upset as he had ever seen her. "She is fine just the way she is. I am not quite sure what you mean by breaking." The man smiled at Elliot's remark and said, "I am sure you do. Nice to meet you detective." he said to Elliot, and then too Olivia he said, "Come on." Olivia was jerked away by his arm tightly wrapped around her waist, but she turned back to look at Elliot, and he was almost sure her dark eyes were full of tears.