Lost
Disclaimer: I still don't own them
Sumamry: Olivia gets injured while on the job, will Elliot be able to help her make a recovery?
A/N: Okay, so first day of senior year rocked! I love it! My classes and teachers are amazing! I even got all my homework done and still had time togo to work for 5 hrs, and post! I love it! (I know it's random, but just thought I'd share!)
Italics are flashbacks
Flashbacks
Elliot walked into the dimly lit room. Olivia was lying motionless on the bed. She was hooked up to all sorts of monitors, but looked so peaceful. If it hadn't been for the consistent beeping of the machines, Elliot would have thought that she was just sleeping.
He walked over to her bedside, and pulled a chair up to it. He couldn't believe how small his Olivia looked. He took her hand gently, and held her long, soft fingers. Their usual warmth was gone, and in its place was a cold chill.
Elliot couldn't seem to find any words, so, as he sat in the hard chair, he let his mind wander back to the past.
"So, El, what are you doing tonight?" Olivia asked from across their desks. It was Elliot's first Christmas since his divorce. Kathy and her fiancé had taken the kids to a cabin upstate and Elliot wouldn't be seeing them until after New Years.
"Going home." Elliot answered sternly.
"You got the kids?" Olivia asked, not knowing the hurt her simple words would cause.
Elliot just stared at his paperwork, a scowl on his face.
"Earth to Elliot." Olivia began when she didn't receive an answer. "Do you have the kids tonight, or are they going over tomorrow?" She asked again.
"No Liv, I don't have them." Elliot finally answered angrily. He pushed himself out of his chair and huffed over to a precinct window. "Kathy has them, she has them their entire vacation! She thinks that letting me have them over their February break makes it okay!"
Olivia hadn't known. She felt guilty that she had brought it up. She got out of her chair, and walked over to Elliot, he needed someone, and she knew it. "I'm sorry El, I didn't know." She said in a whisper.
Elliot turned to face her. "What are you sorry for?" Elliot answered, in a kinder tone. "It's not your fault. I'm sorry I snapped." He apologized. "It's just, I've never been away from them during Christmas. A few days in February won't be the same."He said in a spfter tone. "Look at us." He began, wanting to change the subject. "It's Christmas Eve and where sitting in the bull pen. Even Munch is out tonight." He laughed.
Olivia looked around the room, and for the first time noticed that they were the only two people still in the 1-6. Cragen had left about 5 minutes ago to spend the night with his brother and nieces and nephews, Fin was spending the holiday with his son, and Munch was with one of his ex's, who hated to be alone on the holidays.
"So, why are you still here?" Elliot asked, leaning against the window, and folding his arms in front of his chest. "You don't have a boyfriend or something who can take you out?" He asked.
"Not this year." Olivia smiled, and looked to the floor. "I guess, I just didn't want to go home to an empty apartment on Christmas Eve." She said looking back to Elliot. "Why don't I treat you for a drink Stabler?" Olivia asked. "That way, neither of us has to go home just yet."
"You're buying?" Elliot joked.
"Just get your coat." Olivia laughed. Elliot followed her out down the street.
The two knocked back a few beers before an idea hit Elliot. "Liv," He began, "What are you gonna do when you get home tonight?" He asked.
"Well," Olivia said, a little taken aback by the question. "Probably take a shower, and go to sleep. What about you?"
"You're not gonna stop, and look at your tree?" Elliot asked.
"My tree, is about a foot and a half tall, and is sitting on my coffee table." Olivia laughed. "I don't have any need for a big one."
"That… is one of the most depressing things I have ever heard." Elliot laughed.
"What?" Olivia protested, a smile creeping over her lips as well. Elliot always seemed to have that effect on her., although she would never admit it.
"How bout I show you a real tree this year." Elliot proposed. He didn't wait for a response, but instead took Olivia's hand, and lead her out of the bar.
"Close your eyes." He said as he hauled a cab.
Olivia eyed him suspiciously for a moment, but decided to do as he instructed.
The cab came to a stop after a few minutes. "Keep them closed." Elliot instructed as he helped her out of the cab.
He lead Olivia down a walkway, and than told her that she could look.
Olivia slowly opened her eyes, to find herself in the middle of Rockefeller Center.
"Now this is a Christmas tree." Elliot beamed.
"Wow." Olivia smiled. She turned to face Elliot. "You know, I have lived in this city my whole life, and I've never been her on Christmas." She smiled. "Thank you."
"I just figured that if we were both gonna be alone tonight, we should at least be alone together." Elliot answered.
"What are you doing for New Years?" Olivia asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Ummm, sitting home with a cold beer, and Dick Clark." Elliot smiled.
"Have you ever seen the ball drop in person?" Olivia asked.
"No." Elliot answered suspiciously.
"Well, neither have I. So why don't we go." Olivia offered.
"It's a date." Elliot smiled. The two spent a few minutes walking around the tree, and than went ice skating on the rink. Even though Elliot wasn't with his kids this year, he found himself enjoying the evening.
Olivia stirred a little, and snapped Elliot back to the present. He froze for a moment, but when he realized that she wasn't waking, he let himself slip back into his thoughts.
"10…9…8…7…" It was New Years, and like Olivia had promised, she took Elliot to Times Square to watch the ball drop. "6…5…4…3…2…1! Happy New year!" The crowd all yelled in unison as "Old Lange Sang" began playing in the background.
"It's time to kiss the one you love." Dick Clark said from his podium high above Times Square.
"Happy New Years Liv." Elliot said with a smile. Olivia hugged him, and then the two just let the moment take over. Elliot looked into Olivia's deep chocolate eyes, and couldn't help but be mesmerized.
He leaned in, and before he knew it, their lips were pressed tenderly together in what would be their first kiss.
He pulled away, still a little stunned at what had just transpired.
"I'm sorry." He stammered.
"Why?" Olivia asked a twinkle in her usually dreary, lonely eyes. "I'm not." She smiled, wrapping her arms around Elliot's neck, and crashing her lips to his. She separated his lips with her tongue, and deepened their kiss. It was a night that Elliot has never forgotten.
The next memory to flood Elliot's thoughts was a cold night about10 months later.
It was a crisp October night, and Elliot and Olivia were walking in Central Park. Elliot brought Olivia over to an oak tree. A few months prior they had eaten under that tree, and Olivia carved "Elliot and Olivia" in a heart into the trunk (She was a little tipsy).
"Where are we going?" Olivia asked, wondering why Elliot had been acting so strange that day.
"Just, trust me." Elliot answered.
Olivia smiled at the simple fact that she could do that. Elliot was the first man she had ever been able to trust, with her life, and her heart.
Elliot brought her over to their tree.
"What are we doing here?" Olivia smiled.
"Liv, I know that you like to make plans in advance, and… well, I love you Liv. I can't imagine my life without you, and your attitude, and your love." Olivia smiled, a little confused.
"Liv, I want you to take a look at the tree, where you carved out names." He instructed.
Olivia did as she was told. She found the heart, but was surprised to find that someone had added something.
"Read it." Elliot whispered.
"Elliot and Olivia… forever." Olivia read. She turned to Elliot, not sure what it all meant.
"Liv, I was just wondering, what are you doing… for the rest of your life?" He asked, getting down on one knee in front of the woman he loved. He pulled a diamond ring from his pocket. "What do ya say Liv, will you marry me?" He smiled.
Olivia was silent for a moment. "Of course!" She smiled back.
Elliot couldn't help smiling at the memory himself. He looked at his wife, lying motionless in the bed still. She had been so vibrant, what was he going to do if he never saw that beaming woman again? And what about their baby?
Elliot didn't want to face the severity of the situation; he instead wanted to once again think about happier times.
It had been a few months since Elliot and Olivia had gotten married. The squad was celebrating a victory at the local bar. Olivia's phone rang just as she was about to take her first long awaited sip of beer.
"Excuse me." Olivia excused herself to take the call. "Who could this be?" She wondered. The whole squad was with her, so it couldn't be one of them, but who did that leave?
"Benson." She said into the phone. "Oh, hi Doctor Mellnor. What test results? Oh. Wait, I'm what? Are you sure. Okay, I'll be in tomorrow. Thank you." Olivia said into the phone.
"Now I really need a drink." She said to herself as she closed her cell. She walked over to the bar. "Can I get a scotch please?" She asked the bartender. After a quick thought she changed her order. "Actually, you better make that a club soda." She corrected with a smile.
She walked back to the table. "What was that all about?" Elliot asked.
"Oh, it was just my doctor." Olivia said.
"Is everything okay?" Elliot asked, a little concerned.
"Yeah." Olivia smiled, as she took Elliot's hand and placed it on her stomach. "The two of us are doing just fine."
Elliot didn't understand at first. But soon realization swept over his face.
"You're not?" He asked in a whisper.
"I am." Olivia whispered back. Elliot pulled her to him, and kissed her deeply.
"I love you." He said with a smile.
Something made a noise in the room, and it snapped Elliot out of his day dreaming. He looked around the room to try to find the source of the nose. It wasn't long before he discovered that it was coming from Olivia. She was waking up.
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