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A/N: I understand that some of ya might not like what I'm writing and thats cool, but if you're going to write reviews, leave it out. I could care less about what you don't like about my stories, if you don't want to read it then don't read my stories. Although, I would like to thank all of you who gave nice reviews, also sorry about the "pronoun" usage, i don't have a beta or anything so if you want to help feel free to send me an email. I also realize that Elliot is more than a year older than Olivia, but oh well.
Cabin By the Lake Chapter 3
She closed her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time, trying to go to sleep, even though she knew it would never come. She kept thinking about him. Just hearing that name gave her chills. She had been living here for a little over a year. Her grandparents had left her it when they died. It was beautiful. Four bedrooms, two baths, big everything, it even had a pool with a hot tub. Just what she needed when a case got tough. Their recent case was tough and hard on them. Enough so, that Cragen told her and Elliot to take a week off. Elliot, oh Elliot. He was sleeping in the room next to hers. So close, but yet so far away. He had been living there for about two months. He had hated going home to an empty house, she had noticed. She invited him to live with her. At first, she was certain he would say no, instead he smiled and accepted. She about did flips right there. She couldn't believe the man she was in love with was moving in with her. It didn't take long for her to notice things about him that she never knew. Like he always takes a long shower before bed. He wears a plain white shirt and boxers to bed and smells of the sexiest cologne ever made. She never thought she could be so deep in love with someone, until Elliot. She could feel the heaviness of sleep taking oer, she knew she would be dreaming of Elliot tonight.
He switched positions again, hoping to get comfortable. It didn't matter what he did, he couldn't get comfortable. He was thinking about her. He had been living here for two months now, he was extremely happy. Probably the happiest he has been in a year or two. She was so welcoming, she never complained if he messed something up. She was perfect, there was nothing wrong with her. Everytime he thought of her, one song came to mind, "You're My Better Half" by Keith Urban. She was different at home then at work. It was like a whole different side of Olivia. He knew her so well, she loved burning candles, listening to jazz music especially if a saxophone was involved, she can not stand it if something is dirty, and she loves to sit by the fire and read. He often wondered what it would be like to hold her in his arms by the fire and just talk. Sure, they had talked before, but he wanted to know everything. He sat up in bed, convinced that he wasn't going to be able to sleep. He decided to go out in the living room and watch tv. He walked out into the hallway and noticed Olivia's light was on. He looked in and saw she was asleep. He looked around her room, blue silk sheets, white lace curtains, the smell of lavendar all around. Her cd player playing saxophone music. He looked down at her, she was holding a picture in her hand. He leaned down to take a peek. It was picture of the two of them in the squadroom. He remembered Munch wanting to take a picture of the "lovebirds" as he liked to call them. He had put his arms around her waist and she laid her head on his shoulder and one hand on his chest. He had never saw the picture until now. It was a real good picture, they did look like a couple. He sat the picture on the night stand, pulled the covers up over her, and turned off the radio and lights. He walked out onto the living room and turned on the tv. He laid down on the couch and turned it down so it wouldn't wake her up. He flipped it to Conan and it wasn't long before he dozed off, dreaming of Olivia.
He woke up to the sun shining bright in his eyes. He groaned and got up to go the bathroom. When he finished, he walked into Olivia's room.
"Are you gonna sleep.." He stopped when he noticed she wasn't there. There was only one other place she would be, the pool. He slipped on a pair of basketball shorts and walked outside barefoot. There she was lying on a towel in a red bikini. Wow, she has a real hot body, he thought. He looked at her stomach and noticed how flat and tan it was. It's getting hot out her and its not just the weather. He noticed a tattoo on her left hip. It said something, he couldn't make it out though.
"Liv, when did you get a tattoo"
She jumped at the sound of his voice, that caused him to laugh.
"What"
"I said when did you get that tattoo and what does it say"
"I got it about 6 months ago and it says Liv. I was thinking about you when I got it."
"Oh yeah, what were you thinking"
She got up and stood by him.
"I was thinking that you look so much like a high school boy, drooling like you haven't ever saw a girl in a bikini." with that she pushed him in the pool.
"Oh you're gonna get it, you just wait."
"Oh no. I'm scared Detective, just what do you have in mind"
"I don't know, guess you will have to wait and find out."
She handed him the towel, smiled, then walked inside. He walked over and sat down on the chair, trying to think of a way to pay her back.
