A/N: Well, you can thank my wonderful state of Colorado for gifting me with a snow day tomorrow so as to allow me to stay up late and write this chapter! Hope you all enjoy…. And I do believe there is strong PG 13 bordering on R in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them. I mean if worse came to worse I told them I'd settle for Chris Meloni, but for some reason they didn't go for it…
The man stood, and as he stepped to be just a few feet away from her, Olivia knew without a doubt who it was. He gently handed the baby over to its mother and stared at Olivia, looking as dumbfounded as she was. Weston grinned at him and said, "Well James, this is the last time I pick a bodyguard from the witness protection program. It's too hard to have to let you go. Or rather, I'll miss having you around, Elliot Stabler." Elliot hadn't budged, and only stared at Olivia. He took another step forward, looking her up and down as if he wasn't sure if she was for real. "Elliot, Olivia was in the program to. She just solved your last case, so the Feds told me that you had completed the program. I wanted to be able to tell you, to thank you for all that you've done for me. I won't forget it."
Elliot glanced at him briefly and smiled slightly. Then he looked back at Olivia and said softly, "I thought I'd lost you."
"I thought the same about you." Olivia replied, a slow tear dripping down her face. But she didn't step any closer, not sure where she fit into his life anymore. Her gaze trailed to the woman standing beside him with the small baby in her arms.
She seemed to notice Olivia's glance and smiled reassuringly. "Well, Ja- Elliot. Aurora and I will miss you. You've been a great help to my father and Aurora sure liked it when you babysat her for my husband and I."
And with that tiny bit of reassurance Olivia jumped forward, leaping into Elliot's arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and her legs around his waist. Elliot held her lower back and pressed his cheek against hers. He could feel her hot tears dripping down her face and he whispered gently in her ear, "I never forgot you."
Olivia pulled away slightly and replied, "I didn't forget you either." Elliot smiled at her, his bright blue eyes radiating the same intense passion for her that they had years ago. Olivia leaned down and kissed him, contained in it two years worth of anguish and the pain of separation along with renewed hope for the future. Elliot slowly let her down from his arms so that he could run his hands through her long hair. When they finally came apart Olivia smiled broadly at him, though she was still crying. "I remember after I got shot that you were telling me about going skiing. Well, we're in Colorado now, so I was thinking, maybe we could go?"
Elliot nodded slowly, unable to stop a tear from leaking out of his eye as pulled her to him in a tight hug. Olivia completely relaxed against him, burying her face into his shirt. As Elliot gently stroked her back, he looked over at Weston, who was wiping his eyes. Weston noticed his look and quickly regained his composure, saying, "I saw her on an interview for the news, and they showed a picture of her husband- and it was you. Plus I could tell from the way she talked about you that she was your wife- because you talked about her in the exact same way." When Olivia finally pulled away, she turned to Weston and smiled gratefully. "You know I'm glad you like to ski, because I got you both a five day pass to our finest ski resort." he told them, walking over and handing Olivia two little folders with the resorts emblem on the front.
"Thanks." Said Olivia, surprising him by giving him a brief hug.
"Your welcome, sweetheart. Your husband saved my life you know- shoved me out of the way of a bullet and very narrowly missed getting hit himself. It took a lot of courage."
Elliot wrapped his arm around Olivia's waist tighter and replied, "Yes well, I got it from her."
That evening Elliot and Olivia retired to their bedroom almost immediately upon their arrival at the resort. Elliot changed into his Denver Police Department shirt that a new friend of his had gotten for him along with a pair of sleep pants. Olivia took a little while longer to get into her pajamas, and so Elliot wandered around their condo for a bit. It had proved to be quite the suite- two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room complete with plasma screen TV, dining room, and a kitchen. The balcony overlooked the ski slopes and directly below it was their own personal hot tub. After he grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator he walked back into the bedroom to find Olivia just emerging from the adjoining bath. He smiled at her, unable to get over how pretty she looked in a too large NYPD shirt and loose pair of pajama pants. Olivia trotted over to him and then curled herself up under the covers. "Cold?" Elliot questioned, slipping down beside her.
"Yes." admitted Olivia with a laugh as she scooted over next to him. He put his arms around her and protectively draped his leg over hers.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you." He told her, running a hand through her hair. Olivia smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing lightly against his chest.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you I was alive. But they told me that if I tried then you and Riley could get killed. I couldn't have lived with knowing that I caused the people I love the most to die." Olivia replied, rubbing the back of his shoulders lightly.
Elliot suddenly reached out and traced a hand across her neck over the slowly fading bruises. She involuntarily flinched, and then mentally kicked herself for getting so afraid. "It's okay. You're alright now." Elliot said gently, moving his hand to the small of her back. Olivia arched her back as his cool hand met her skin and she pressed harder against him. When she met his eyes again she knew he was concerned and asking her permission. With a smile followed by a fervent kiss she gave it to him. As she gently nibbled on his lower lip he gripped the edges of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Olivia felt him push her softly onto her back as he shifted to place a hand on her abdomen. He ran his hand back and forth, stopping always at the spot where the scar from her bullet wound was. Then he ran his hand up her side, feeling the healing scratches there. He glanced down, and saw that she had some deep bruising there as well. So he moved his hands away and slipped his thumbs over the top of her pants, slipping them off her legs.
Olivia felt him run his hand down the top of her thighs and then back up the inside of them. As she shivered slightly and pushed against him as he slipped inside her, Elliot kissed her cheek gently and then moved down below her jaw. She could feel her spine tingling as she felt his breath hot against her and the kisses he placed across her neck. She shut her eyes in contentment and sighed deeply as he brought his hand back to her thigh, and then to her side. When he kissed her again, he moved so that he was completely on top of her and quickly took off his shirt. Olivia smiled at him as she hooked her fingers around the top of his pants and pulled.
A couple hours later Elliot lay propped up on his elbows over top of Olivia as she gave him a very passionate yet exhausted kiss. As soon as she pulled away he rolled off and draped an arm over her waist. "So what was your job in the program?" he asked, running his hand across her jaw.
Olivia smiled and said, "I was a security guard at the local marina. Mostly I security guarded myself- the uniform they gave me alone was enough to trigger unsavory thoughts from drunken yachtsmen."
Elliot frowned and asked, "Did they ever touch you?"
"No. The most dangerous thing I ever had to do was hold the dock lines of a boat while its totally smashed owner tried to take it out. And believe me, it wasn't that hard."
Elliot smiled slightly and asked, "So, this uniform…"
"Mini skirt with an extremely low cut white polo shirt." Olivia replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Elliot tilted his head to catch her lips in his and traced his hands along her back.
"I had to go into the program after I was run off the road by another driver. Luckily a tree stopped the cars descent, and I escaped unharmed. But when the cops got there, they had the Feds with them. They told me they knew other driver to be one of the drug ring's, and that I had to go right away. That way, they would think I had gotten killed in the wreck, and wouldn't come after Riley. I felt so bad leaving her. It was awful after we thought you died." Elliot said, his eyes darkening slightly in sadness.
"She'll be okay now. Though I think she'll have a heart attack when we call her and tell her." Olivia answered.
"No, just tell her you got here safely and have a surprise for her when you get back. I'd rather tell her in person." Elliot told her.
"You were aware that she's a cop now?" Olivia asked, and Elliot abruptly stopped stroking her back.
"What?"
"I found out after my 'husband' in the program bought me my laptop. I looked up all sorts of stuff about her online. Graduated second in her class, and was accepted to Yale, Princeton, and Stanford. But she took the police exam instead, and has been a cop for about seven months now." Olivia said, and Elliot shook his head.
"That girl. She could have been anything, but she had to choose a dangerous job. So now I have three women to worry about constantly." Elliot sighed, "Between you, Kathleen, and Riley, it's a wonder I haven't died yet from worry."
Olivia smiled and said, "It's alright Elliot. Kathleen and Riley have a great dad, I'm sure they inherited at least some of your skill."
Elliot grinned but shook his head, "Riley's all you, Olivia."
"Since we're on the topic of Riley, just so you don't go through the roof when we get home, she's dating Winter O'Connor."
Elliot's eyes widened and asked, "Winter O'Connor as in my old partner? As in Mr. Eleven years older than my daughter Winter?"
Olivia nodded and said, "Don't worry. She knows how to take care of herself." Elliot didn't look so convinced and mumbled something incoherent but to the effect of he would have to give Winter a talking to. Olivia laughed and tucked herself up closer to Elliot, revealing in the feel of him against her after such a long time.
The next morning Olivia woke up first and walked off into the kitchen to call her daughter. Riley sounded very pleased to hear from her, and was very glad that she was having a good time. As she hung up Elliot came walking out, yawning widely. "What, are you tired?" Olivia asked in mock surprise. Elliot grinned and seized her wrists, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Okay, so are you ready to see my amazing skiing talent?" he asked.
"Talent is not a word I would use to describe you on the slopes." Olivia replied, pulling out of his grasp and walking away.
Elliot bounced after her, catching her around the waist from behind. "Excuse me, Detective?"
"You heard me. Now I have to take a shower before breakfast gets here." Olivia replied with a wide grin.
Elliot immediately let go of her waist. "Am I invited?" he pleaded.
Olivia rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, towing him behind her.
"Elliot! The foods here! You have to let me out!" exclaimed Olivia a half hour later, attempting to free herself from Elliot's grasp. He settled for giving her one last kiss and then let her race out of the shower and throw on a bathrobe. When he arrived in the kitchen he found Olivia taking a huge bag of food out into the living room.
"Dear lord, Olivia, enough food there?" he asked, plopping down beside her on the couch.
"I have hardly eaten in two years. Food just lost its appeal. Maybe it was because I had no one to share it with." Olivia said with a smile. Then she took a bite off of a croissant and held it out for Elliot. He took it and grinned at her.
After they finished breakfast, Olivia lay with her head in Elliot's lap as he absentmindedly ran his hands through her hair. Elliot watched her sides rise and fall in a steady cadence, a constant reminder of the miracle he had right before him. "You know, I never got a chance to thank you for saving my life." He said quietly, and Olivia shifted so that she could look up at him.
"You don't have to thank me. I would do it again in a heartbeat." replied Olivia, running her hand down his cheek.
Elliot smiled and said, "No, really. Thanks Liv. For everything."
A/N #2: Okay, next chapter is the last one! Please read and review!
