AN: sorry for the delay; I'm busy the mom. Thanks for all the well, interesting, reviews. Lol, they were fun to read. RR when you get a chance. Sorry about the mild language! ;)

Reconnection

Month 5

Kathy and Elliot had been in Paris for six days. Elliot was irritated by the accents, the weird looks he was given for the way he dressed and talked, as well as for the lousy rain. Five out of the six days they had been there it rained, and Elliot didn't expect it to stop. He knew this wouldn't have been his ideal getaway but as long as she was happy, he didn't mind.

Kathy on the other hand was having a glorious time. No kids, no cleaning, and no arguing with Elliot. She walked hand in hand with Elliot as they visited the Champs-Elysees, walked under the Eiffel Tower, and watched the Paris skyline light up at night. She forgot about the problems she was having and why this baby was the only reason saving her from serving him; with divorce papers. Like a good catholic girl, screwing up once with the man she loved lead to their first child and an unwelcome union. She was only 20, Elliot was 21; hair cropped and fresh faced out of the service, friends and family knew he wasn't ready for commitment. Even Kathy admitted to herself those nights when she went to sleep by herself, that if the 'accident' didn't happen, Elliot would probably end up with someone like Olivia; independent, uncompromising, and unwavering. This time around, the baby wasn't an accident; and Kathy was the only one who knew that. Kathy was the typical housewife type who was bred to pop babies out like buns in the oven, clean the house five times daily, and make sure that the husband was satisfied in every meaning of the word. This was a renewal for the two of them; catching up on times lost.

Elliot stared at the rotating fan on the ceiling as he slowly opened his eyes. He must have been asleep for a while. The warm drone of Kathy's voice had emptied the room; "She's gone?" he thought. He sat up on the bed leaning his forehead on the base of his palm. The mist and steam rose outside his hotel room window, and in the far off distance stood the Eiffel Tower. Boredom struck him like a stray bullet; piercing through him and plaguing his mind. His male buddies were most likely in the bar watching sports doing the things that Elliot had regretted all these years; avoiding their wives. But then there was 'Liv'; as he called her. Elliot examined the room. The pale peachy color drowned out everything nice about it. The suitcases edged the ground, making the area seem smaller than it really was. The bed remained unmade and there on top of the night stand stood a note. Kathy wrote: "Elliot, I'm just going out to the drugs store, having some cramps but nothing major. I'll be back soon…Love you…"

Elliot crumpled the note, eventually throwing in the garbage. As he walked down the hall way to take a shower, the most ridiculous color caught his eye. It was a telephone that was a dark rusty red. Elliot stopped and walked over to it, sitting on the edge of the bed. He dialed the number he knew off by heart; the number that was number one on his speed dial, surprisingly.

"Hello?"

"Liv? Hi, it's…"

"Elliot?"

"Yea."

"Hey, thanks for callin', I was worried about you."

"Worried? Why? Oh, Liv, I'm sorry, I forgot to call you."

"Don't worry about it, as long as I hear your voice…" she replied. Elliot became worried now.

"Olivia, what's wrong?"

"Nothing…sorry, I just feel weird not seeing or hearing from you for six days and then all of a sudden you call. So…." she stopped changing the subject. "How is Paris?"

"Great…if you're into Paris."

"What Elliot? You're a romantic kind of guy."

"Not while she's pregnant."

"I've never been pregnant before but I'm sure it's ok…"

"I don't know; we're not connecting like I hoped we would…"

"I'm sure you will…" There was an utter, disturbing silence. Olivia had encouraged Elliot to do something she would hate him to do, but he was married to Kathy, not her. "'You still there Elliot?"

"Uh huh. So how's work? Any new cases?"

"Couple rapes, nothing major. Munch got the week off."

"Oh, all the good things happen when I'm gone." he laughed.

"Ha. Guess so. Look Elliot, I'll let you go, the bill is going to skyrocket."

"Don't worry 'bout it. I like hearing your voice."

Again; silence. "Anyways, I seriously have to get to work. I'll talk to you when I get back."

"Ok, well stay safe." He said sounding somewhat disappointed. He was in the process of hanging up when he heard Olivia mutter something.

"I love you, Elliot." she whispered. She didn't realize that he didn't hang up the phone. Elliot was bewildered.

"What!?" he challenged. However, there was the uncomfortable silence he experienced before; she was gone. "Olivia; what did you just say? Olivia?" He heard a beeping noise from the other side noticing "LINE 2" on the receiver was blinking. It was an incoming call. "Fuck."

"What?!" he demanded on the other line.

"Gees, wake up on the wrong side of the bed or somethin'?"

"Kathy, sorry I didn't know it was you." He cooled down rather quickly.

"Ok…so are you hungry?"

"Kathy, we just ate before you left and I went to sleep."

"It's these cravings and cramps."

"Are you alright?"

"Perfect…so that's a no, for food?"

"No thanks…" he seemed rather annoyed.

"Talking to anyone?" she asked thinking about the children.

"Nope…" he lied.

"Alright then, see you in a bit." Again, Elliot hung up the phone on the receiver. He thought a cold shower would help him get over his shock.

Meanwhile, Kathy released her umbrella and took shelter under the canopy of the hotel. The doorman helped her with her bags.

"Merci." she thanked him.

"De rien Madame." He replied tipping his hat to her. She loved the homage she received in Paris; the city of lights and lovers.

"I wonder how much it cost me to call Maureen this morning?" she asked herself as she walked up to the front desk. "Excuse me, sir, can you please show me a copy of outgoing calls?" she asked the manager.

"No problem, ma'Am." he replied. Within ten seconds Kathy had the sheet in her hand. The manager noticed the downward movements of her eyebrows; noticing something wasn't right.

"Is everything alright, Madame?"

"I'm sorry sir, I don't recall this number. Is it a mistake?" she asked not realizing it was Olivia's number.

The manager typed on his keyboard and replied "No, it was made fifteen minutes ago, to…the US."

"Where in the US, please?" She inquired becoming quite suspicious.

"New York." he replied. Then it clicked. Kathy realized Elliot lied to her, and called Olivia. Feeling bitter and betrayed she thanked the manager and marched upstairs. When she got into the room, she noticed Elliot was in the bathroom getting dressed. She sat herself on the bed quietly, knowing that Elliot didn't hear her come in. A few minutes later, Elliot emerged from the dark hallway.

"Holy shit, Kath, you scared me." He laughed dressed in a tee shirt and black pants. Instead of smiling or laughing with him, Kathy got up and handed Elliot the paper.

"What do I have to do to make you have interest in me?" she asked emphasizing me.

"What are you talking about?" he asked examining the paper. He realized what she was talking when he recognized Olivia's number. "Oh, I see."

"You see? When will you get it?" she asked. Unlike other conflicts, Kathy didn't raise her voice. She seemed calm. "I wear clothes I wouldn't normally wear to bed, I lose weight, I cut my hair, but it's her; it's her that seems to remain number one on your speed dial." Elliot was confused and shaking his head at Kathy. "I even get pregnant again so we can connect. You think this was an accident?" she asked pointing to her stomach. "I miss you, Elliot. But it seems you miss her more than me." She nodded repeatedly as tears started to fill her eyes.

Elliot continued to say nothing and shake his head. It was then tears started to fill his eyes. The next thing shocked Elliot the most. Kathy took the paper out of his hand and tore it up. "From now on, I'm going to forgive and forget. I love you Elliot, no matter how much you love me or her. I want you to know that." She then turned to him so that they were facing each other. She took her hands and pulled his tee shirt above his head throwing it on the ground. Their breathing became heavier and she pulled him close to her and kissed his lips softly.

"What are you doing?" he asked confused but this time with a smile on his face. She then started to unbuckle his pants.

"Reconnecting…"

TBC………

Merci = Thank You

De Rien Madame = You're welcome, madam.

AN: PLEASE, when you get a chance, give me suggestions for the baby's name! I've gotten none from anyone and I'm stuck! A boy and/or girls name if you want. Anyways, thanks for reading and review to tell me what you think.

-kermit