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Hey gurls and guys...Just wanted to say thanks to
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for the great reviews. I've gotten some reviews saying that I should consider making this a story other than a three shot...While I was doing this chapter, I decide to maybe turn this into a 4 or 5 shot (otherwise known as a story ), cause the way I see this chapter ending, there's NO way I could end it in a third Chap...

Well...here's where we left off...

From the entrance way to the stadium, Olivia watched the scene with her own tears falling rapidly. She whipped them way, and walked out with the rest of the fans, with Elliot on the muddy ground, sobbing, being the last memory she had of him.

And now...drum roll please (dadadadadadadad) Chapter 3!!

Elliot looked up from his hands to tell Fin and Bruce how sorry he was for everything, the game, what happened with Olivia and what really happened, but instead saw Fin, Bruce, Sabrina and Angelica staring down at him from the window from the prom. Turning around with his helmet under his arm, Caitlyn was standing in front of him.

"You asshole!! I trusted you Elliot! Jenna trusted you! We all trusted you! And-and you, you betrayed us! We use to be the best friends everyone was envious of Elliot! Have the friendship everyone wanted, just like me and Via, but now, oooh no. Olivia trusted you with her heart, you dick!! I never want to speak to you again!! How the fuck could you do that to her?! The only thing I can think of at this moment is go the fuck to hell and when you do, I hope Satan allows God to chop off your balls and feed them to his pit bull! But not before burning them to a nice charcoal black!" Caitlyn's body circled around him with the exact face she used when Fairchild was yelling at her for something Angelica did. Disappointed and furious. Her arms crossed and, furious to the point of explosion, until she desterilized into blood red and black smoke. The only thing that was left was her eyes, normally child-like blue, now the darkest blue he had never seen with anger imbedded into his mind, so every time he closed his eyes, Caitlyn's anger and rage was back full force. Those were the last words she ever said to him. Elliot looked down to see that he was back into his suit that he wore to the prom. He looked up to see Olivia in front of him. His heart broke. Olivia stood there, tears falling rapidly from her sad chocolaty brown eyes. He heard a smack and Elliot's face jolted left as a sob broke from her chest. Elliot looked back only to see Fin with his normally medium caramel brown eyes, black with unadulterated rage! Fin shoved him back, causing Eliot to stumble back but able to stay standing.

"Fin! Let me expla-" Fin cut him off by shoving him back again. This time, Elliot fell into a jagged hole that was pitch as black.

"NOO!"

Elliot bolted straight in bed, screaming as cold sweat flowed down his bare chest, back and face. His chest heaved up and down as his hyperventilated breaths came in short, rigged bursts. He gripped the black sheets briefly, before letting go and dropping back into his black and white pillows. He turned his head slightly to his right and caught a glimpse of the blue-green neon light numbers. 3:53 a.m.

Damnit...

The soft hum of the heater was the only noise other then Elliot trying to get his breathing under control. Elliot stared up at the light brown (now dark brown because of the night) and tried to think of nothing.

"Yea...umm...not gonna happen anytime soon buddy!" a little Elliot said in his head.

"Ugh!" Elliot groaned as he rolled over, pulled the black sheet and comforter over him and stared at the wall.

"I can't believe someone could screw up that badly!" the mini-Elliot said mockingly as it paced the inside of his mind with a martini in his left hand.

"Man, go away!" he mumbled as he took a white pillow and covered his head with it.

"Again, not gonna happen anytime soon, pal!" Mini-Elliot said in a sing-song voice as he twirled and skipped around in his head.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" Elliot yelled into the quiet night of his empty apartment and was met with utter silence.

It's been 23 years, 6 months, 19 days, 7 hours, 3 minutes and 32...33...34...seconds since that event. 5 months, 27 days ago was Elliot's 40th birthday. That's been 23 birthday cakes and 23 times he's wished for the same thing. That he would get to see Olivia, just one more time. It's been 23 birthday wishes that haven't come true.

He's been having the same dream ever since that night. Sometimes back-to-back and sometimes more than once in the same night, but when it wasn't that night, there was no dream. It was just dark. Black. Cold. Empty. Nothing.

He rolled over so that he was lying on the pillow that once covered his ears. Looking back over at the clock he sighed in frustration. 3:54 a.m.

Screw it...

Elliot threw off his covers and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He placed his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He rubbed his face before pushing up off the bed and walked over to his closet. He opened the door and took out a duffel bag. Throwing it on his bed, he walked over to his dressed and pulled out a pair of clean boxers, black basketball shorts and a 2 white wife beater. Closing that draw, he opened another and pulled out country sand-washed jeans and a maroon polo with navy design. Heading into the bathroom, he turned on the hot and cold faucets and turned towards the mirror above the sink. He looked at his tired features before shaking his head so that only sadness was engraved on it. Testing the water, he pulled the shower curtain back to place and turned on the shower head. Pulling off his black, white and baby blue plaid night pants and stepped into the pummeling water. Washing his hair, he took his shower gel and lathered it over himself and rinsed everything off.

Elliot turned off the water and pushed away the curtain before grabbing one of the soft white towels. He wrapped it around his waist and opened the door. The steam flowed out into his bedroom and water dripped onto his cheeks and lips from his hair as he walked towards the bed. Drying off, he slipped on one of the beaters before pulling on his boxers and basketball shorts. Putting on deodorant and then tucking that and the polo, jeans and white Nike's into the bag before leaving his room and walking into the living room. Sitting on the couch, he tugged on his black and lime green Nike basketball sneakers. Picking up the bag again, he took his well-fitted grey hoodie, put it on, grabbed his gun, badge and keys and headed out the door and to the present for a little midnight workout.

Taking the stairs 2 at a time, Elliot reached the landing in record time. He walked over to the driver side of his bright yellow Lamborghini El Diablo (A.N. - if you haven't noticed, whenever I need a car in FanFic...it's never a car that one of them should have in real life...but hey, I dare to dream ) He put the key in the ignition an smiled slightly as the engine roared life. He directly shifted into 4th, before pulling out smoothly and racing down the street. The black interior of the car made Elliot feel as though he was one of the bad boyz instead of a detective. He stopped with grace as the light jumped from green to red without hitting yellow.

"Damn lights." He mumbled as the yellow glow of the touch-pad in the car casted across his face. Showing the agony, frustration and pain sketched on it. The light turned green and Elliot took off once again, reaching his destination in 30 minutes flat. He grabbed his bag, which he put on the passenger side floor, and got out. He shut the door, pressed the lock button on his key and listened as the triple high pitched beeps echoed in the empty lot. Looking at his watch, he walked through the doors, nodded to the young receptionist, who returned it with sympathy and understanding in her eyes. Opting for the stairs, Elliot stepped onto the 5th floor hallway before the elevator would have even made it to the first floor to pick him up. He walked swiftly down the corridor before gently pressing open the squad room's doors open. The room was cooler than normal, thanks to the air conditioner, but was quiet. Almost too quiet for his liking. He walked up the stairs slowly this time, and opened the door to the even colder crib. He walked past the bunks and cots before turning the corner and walking into the locker room. Stepping into row 7, and heading towards locker 418, he opened it skillfully quick. He couldn't bear to look at the door. He never could. Every time he looks at the inside part of a locker, he looks back at the past. In his old high school locker door were pictures. Pictures from the past.

There was one of Bruce and him trying to look like rappers up in his loft, next to the one where they were standing next to each other, arms around the other's shoulders. They were 6 years old at that time. One of him and Jenna at the city carnival. She had this huge cream and lavender bear that Elliot won at the baseball throw. One had him and Fin doing the Soulja boy with Bruce cracking up in the background, and another of them flipping off the camera of the Nitro rollercoaster in Six Flags. But the two he remembered most were his two favorite. Even though they were the most painful.

One was of Caitlyn and him. She had invited him to go to Virginia with her and her team for nationals. Caitlyn shot guns in competitions and had placed 1st in Regional's and was now competing for the gold in Nationals. In the picture, they were at the campsite with the rest of the team. She was the youngest of them all. They sat on a plaid blanket, huddled close because of the cold, even though they had on layers and layers of clothing. They both had cups of hot chocolate in their hands and huge smiles on their faces. The sky was just hitting sunset and the woods behind them looked picture perfect. Caitlyn had a soccer ball at her feet while Elliot had his football by his left foot. Just in time for the picture, Caitlyn had her right arm over Elliot's shoulders as Elliot rested his left arm around hers. That picture was the perfect Kodak moment for true friendship. Caitlyn had made copies of it and gave him one. On the back she had written in baby blue, 'El...that was 1 of the most koolest weekends of my entire LiFe!! Not only did i place 1st in National's, but my best friend (U...if ur being a bit slow today...) was there with me. i had so much fun playing soccer and football with U!...U really are the best guy friend i ever had...n i'll never change that...love ya lyk a bro forever...Cait.'

She never talked to him again.

His other favorite was a photo booth strip of him and Olivia. They had gone to the mall during the week of the prom to hang out for a bit. They had gone into almost every store, shared 3 sodas and 2 Auntie Ann's pretzels and where now heading to the photo booth. They got settled and picked the design for the theme of the strip. Most Wanted. Reward 1,000,000. The first one was the James Bond, 007 pose. The one where they had their backs towards each other, where looking into the camera, and had their hands in the shape of a gun. The second one was Olivia full out laughing at Elliot because he had his cheeks blown up with air, crossed his eyes and pulled out his ears with his fingers, making himself look like a monkey. The third one was another funny one. Elliot had his lips in a fishy face and his eyes crossed again, with his head cocked to one side slightly. He was facing Olivia, who was looking at the camera. She had an amused shocked face on with her hands on her cheeks in mocked surprise. The forth was a normal one. Elliot pulled Olivia onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her shoulders/arms. Olivia leaned back into him as she moved her hands to cover his, which were laced together. Olivia rested her head on the side of his cheek. Their smiles were ones of the happiest couples in the world. The last one was the best. Their body positions didn't really change but it was a lot different. Olivia had tilted her head back and towards the side so that she was looking at Elliot. Elliot turned his head so that his face was right in front of hers. Their lips were barely touching when it took the picture. As soon as the flash went, they were so close, Elliot felt her smile before she got up and walked out.

Forcing back his tears, he shoved his bag into the locker and slammed the door shut, before turning towards the gym. Stepping through the door way, he walked over to the bench press. He placed 63 pounds on each side of the bar, making the whole thing's weight 126, before sliding down on the bench and clutch the bar. Letting out a shaky breath, he pushed it off the hooks and said to himself that he would only do 30. 30 turned to 40, 40 turned to 50, 50 turned to 137. Placing it back on the hook, he sat on the edge with his hands on his knees, his chest heaving slightly. Getting up he walked over to the sand bag and just stared at it for a second. He grabbed the tape off of the stole next to it and tightly wrapped his fists before taking the chalk bag and patting it in between his hands. Realizing something that would go great with this work out, Elliot flipped on the radio on the shelf above him and instantly, Colors by Crossfade (REALLY good Rock song!) was just starting. Listening to the beginning, he moved his neck back and forth, working out the kinks. Just as the electric strumming became full out metal and the first course came on, Elliot pounded into the bag as fast and hard as he could, losing count after 3 hits. He was releasing so much emotion, he lost track of time, even though the punches and hits didn't slow for a second.

2 hours later. He finally stumbled back and dropped to the floor. Elliot looked down at his hands, his bloody taped hands, and sobbed. About 40 some minutes after he started, the warm, crimson blood began to flow out of his knuckles, sweat and tears dripped off of his face. His face, covered with his tears, sweat and blood, from whipping his hands a couple times on his face, was resting on his knees. His wrists and knuckles hurt some much, he was sure that he broke or sprained his left one and popped a few knuckles out. He lifted his head up slightly to look at the clock. 7:23.

It's about time!

Elliot eased himself up by his elbows and stumbled back into the locker room. He opened the door, this time slowly, and grabbed his bag. He had to be down in the squad room at 8:30. He dragged the bag into the showers and placed it on one of the ledges by the sinks. Tenderly pulling off the bandages, Elliot winched as the bloody wrapping pulled at his cuts, making them bleed more. Slowly pulling off his beater, he gently turned on one of the faucets and watched as the pummeling water caressed the floor. Taking off his sneakers and stepping out of his shorts and boxers, he stepped under the water and a soft moan escaped his lips as they worked on the kinks in his back and neck. He took the shower gel from the self and lathered it on his body, rinsing away the sweat, before taking the shampoo and washing his hair (What little he has-but he's still looks SO sexy ). Washing away all traces of suds, Elliot turned off the shower and pulled one of the towels that were on the hook by him, and wrapped it around his waist. He stepped out of the shower and walked over to the mirror above the sink and whipped off the steam so he could see himself. The rim of his eyes were red, but his blue eyes were a grayish-blue. Dull. Elliot took another towel and dried off his chest, back and hair, before taking out his boxers and jeans and putting them on. He took out his beater and polo, hissing as his knuckles gently rubbed against the bag, and slowly put them on. Reached into his bag once more and pulled out his deodorant and gel and placed the gel on the ledge of the sink. Going under his shirt to apply his deodorant, he placed it back on the sink and unscrewed the top of the gel. Only taking the amount size of a dime, Elliot rubbed it along his fingertips and ran it threw the top of his short hair, making the front stick up just a little more than the rest. He pulled on his white sneakers and threw his beater, shorts, boxers and other sneaker into the bag and slid it onto his shoulder, careful not to hit his knuckles. Walking into the locker room, he tossed his bag into his locker and kicked it shut with the side of his foot as he walked away. Looking at his watch, he sighed as he walked through the crib and out the door, to stand on the landing of the bull pen. 8:27.

Right on time...

Elliot walked down the steps and towards his desk and chair, landing in it with a thud. With another sigh, he pulled open the second to last drawer on the left side of his desk and took out cotton balls, tissues, cleaner, glazes, ace-bandages, and a brace for his wrist. He opened the cleaner and poured some on a cotton ball. With a painful hiss, Elliot dabbed the ball on his knuckles and unwrapped one of the glazes and wrapped it over his knuckles. Doing the same to his other hand, he took the ace-bandage and wrapped his left wrist with it, before in tacking it with the pins and sliding it into the brace. Upon hearing the elevator door ding open, he quickly closed the cleaner, and tossed all of the products into the drawer again. But not before hitting his wrist as he tried to close it.

"Fuck!" He yelled as his Captain and superior officer, Don Cragen walked through the door.

"Nice to see you too, Elliot." Cragen said with a smirk, which quickly faded into concern when he saw Elliot's wrist. "What happened?" he asked walking over to him and inspecting his hands.

"Nothing, I was, just, working out..."

"Elliot, how many times have I told you...stop that. Now." Cragen said in his 'No room for argument' voice. This was nowhere close to being the first time the dreams kept him awake.

"Yes Sir." Elliot mumbled.

"Good, now, finish up that DD5 on the Mollie Coralloid Rape-Homicide case, then start on the rest of the paper work on the 'Mail Man' rapist. Oh..." Cragen said as he turned around at the door frame of his office "don't forget. In 2 days is the annual Police man's winter formal. Not only will you be getting that award, but you'll also be meeting your new partner." Elliot's old partner, Patrick Marshall, ate his gun 3 months ago.

"Cap...can't you just tell me who it is?" Elliot asked getting up and over to grab some coffee.

"Nope...Where would the fun be in that?" He asked as he walked in and shut the door to his office behind him.

Elliot let out a deep sigh before slumping down into his chair and wheeling up to his desk. Logging onto his account, Elliot checked his e-mail before accessing the NYPD documents and information data service to finish up his DD5.

Mollie Coralloid was walking home from the local library when her ex-best friend Tony Valdino attacked her from behind, hitting her in the back of the head with a metal pipe. Ever since Mollie found out that Tony was selling term papers and test answers for drugs and told the head dean a few days prier, they haven't talked. Tony dragged her barely conscious body into an alley and raped her. Gaining back very little of her mind, she tried to crawl away, only to have Tony laugh and a gunshot fill the air. Tony left her there to bleed out from the back of the head.

When Elliot finally got finished, it was heading around 2 in the afternoon. Elliot stood up and stretched his legs before heading over to the captain's office and knocking on the door.

"Yea."

Elliot grabbed the doorknob and pushed open the door. With a weak smile, Elliot entered the small office. Cragen looked up from his computer and smiled, causing the licorice in his mouth move up.

"What's up?" He asked, leaning back in his chair, away from his computer, into a very laid-back stance. Elliot walked over, dropped the DD5 on his desk, and began to walk out. "Elliot...Have you eaten anything yet today?" when all he got was a shake of his head saying 'no', he sighed. "And I'm guessing that means for yesterday as well..."With another shake of his head, Elliot walked out of the room and back to his desk. He sighed in relief when he remembered the captain told him, John Munch and his partner Josh Clamento that they could have tomorrow and the next day off. Sweet agony.

Ever since he broke his foot 4 months ago, Elliot's been on desk duty. It's out of the cast, but Cragen wanted to take safety precautions just in case. As 2:30 rolled by, Munch and Josh ran out of the room, catching a lead on their 4 day on-going investigation, and not coming back in until 7. Throughout that time, Elliot finally finished the 'Mail man' rapist report, drank coffee, drop it on Cragen's desk, drank coffee, checked his email again and did I mention drank coffee? Finally saving his misery for when he got to his own secluded home, Cragen saved him and let him head home for the night.

"Elliot, go home. Get sleep. Eat! Watch Football, something! Please...just don't sulk around." Cragen stated as he shook his head and walked back into his office. Elliot slowly eased himself out of the chair, careful of his wrist, and logged off his computer. Grabbing his coat, Elliot flicked a wave off to Josh and Munch, before heading out and over to the elevator. Once inside, he leaned his head against the door, closed his eyes and tried to breath threw his nose and out of his mouth.

"Olivia!!"

A bright white flash filled his sight as his body circled round and round, seeing scenes from the past, over and over again, with her name ringing in his head. The window, the rain, the field, that damn kiss, her eyes. Oh god, her eyes. Filled with tears and hatred. Sorrow and pain. A black hole appeared beneath him and he dropped. Literally.

The elevator doors opened and Elliot fell; face first, onto the cold tiled floor.

"Fuck!" He screamed when his wrist twisted underneath him, causing the already searing pain to be almost deadly. The receptionist and a couple uniforms rushed over, only to have themselves swatted off by the pained detective. With a painful groan, Elliot hoisted himself up and quickly walked out the door and to his car. After punching the car with his good hand, he flung open the door and drove home as fast as he could. Red lights he would stop, green lights he would drive fast, and yellow just meant drive faster to him right now. He was back at his place within 15 minutes flat. Grabbing his mail, he ran up the stairs pushed opened the door, before kicking it close. Dropping everything on the stool by the couch, he stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed an unopened bottle of Grey Goose Vodka and a talk soda glass. Walking into his bedroom he stripped himself of all his clothing, except his boxers, and pulled on a pair of sweats. Elliot slid back on the bed and picked up the remote for the stereo. Turning it on, it automatically turned onto Q102. Realize by Colbie Caillat just ended.

"Well Ladies and Gentlemen, I just got a request from a woman for a song that she said, and I quote, 'made my high school life perfect!' Thanks for the request Kath, and here ya go...Here is 'Wait for You' By Elliott Yamin on Q102." The voice that flowed through the house was turned off as soon as it had started.

"What the fuck man..." Elliot grumbled as he placed the unopened bottle on the floor, along with the glass, before getting under the covers and trying to sleep. The clock read 8:31 p.m.. Closing his eyes he was met the darkest of blacks. Opening his eyes again he glanced around the room before looking at the clock he looked at not seconds before. 11:41 a.m. Taking in a deep breath, he blinked again and read the clock. 4:29 p.m.

Holy shit...

Bolting up in bed, he jumped up and ran over to the window, and sure enough the sun was in the west and shining brightly. Elliot stretched his arms and legs before picking up the untouched bottle and glass and walking out of his room and into his kitchen. Placing them in the sink, he opened the frige and pulled out and bottle of water with a yawn. Closing the door, he walked into the living room and flopped onto the couch, taking the remote into his hand. He went through all of the channels once. Twice. Four times.

I'm going back to bed.

Elliot finished the last few drops of his water before heading back into his room and dropping on his bed. Surprisingly finding himself extremely tired, the dimly lit room soon became black with sleep.

"Ya know..." Mini-Elliot reappeared in his mind again, hanging upside-down from a branch in a tree. "It would be easier to sleep if you didn't mess up your entire life!" Elliot Jr. said with a shit-eating grin in a sing song voice. "You'd have Olivia, Caitlyn and Bruce would still be your best friends, Jenna, Angelica and Sabrina would most likely still be cool with you and Fin would be talking to you. And not hating you guts and hold a lifelong grudge against you. But hey" he flipped out of the tree and landed in a hammock with a Corona in his hand and shades on. "if you look on the bright side...well there is no bright side, but...actually there's no point on going on so..." Mini him looked over his shades and up at the sky with a confirmed nodding of his head. "I'm out. Peace!" with that he vanished from Elliot's mind as Elliot opened his eyes and saw that it was just turning 3:30.

Next time...I'm gonna imagine a semi-automatic to fuckin' shut that damn mother fucker up!

Elliot sat up in his bed and looked at his sprained wrist and saw the bandage was covered in dried blood and winched involuntarily.

Damn...

He walked into the master bathroom and put the plug in the sink as he turned the warm water on. As the water climbed higher in the sink, Elliot sat on the edge of the tub and pulled the trash can in front of himself. Turning off the water, he began to gently take off the tap when a knock on the front door made him jump slightly. Pulling the plug and throwing the bloody bandages in the trash, Elliot walked down the hall to the living room while the knocking became more louder

I don't remember buzzing someone up...let alone tell someone to come over...

Quickly walking to the door, he drawled his gun from the coffee table in the living room and turned off the safety, and held it tightly out in front of him. During one of his moments, Elliot had punched and broke the peep hole, leaving him to open the door slowly with the chain still in tacked. Closing the door again, he unclasped the lock and opened it fully to see his amused captain standing there with a clothes bag flung over his shoulder and shoes in his other hand.

"I come in peace, son." captain Cragen chuckled as Elliot flicked the safety back on and plopped it on the door side table. He stepped aside and pulled the door back to let Cragen in before heading towards the kitchen. Opening the frige, Elliot pulled out a bottle of water and a bottle of Stewart's Orange Cream soda. Cragen's favorite. Walking back into the living room, he saw Cragen had laid his things over the edge of the sofa and was looking at the pictures Elliot had on the shelves and wall.

"So Capt-"

"Elliot, how many times do I have to tell you...outside of work, it's Don. Just Don." He told him as he picked up one of the pictures that caught his interest.

"Okay...So Don, What are you doing here this time of night?" Elliot asked as he walked over to him and handed him his drink.

"You look happy here Elliot. Who are all of these kids from there?" Cragen asked, not hearing Elliot a few seconds ago. Elliot looked over his shoulder and his heart crack more. It was one of the pictures Bruce had someone take for them

"That's umm... Bruce O'Neil on the right and the girl with her arms wrapped around his neck facing him is Angelica Goss. On the left is this guy Fin and Sabrina is the girl that is standing in front of him, with his hands around her waist." Elliot said as out the turned towards the couch.

"Hmm, sound familiar...What about the couple in the middle?"

Damnit...I was really hoping he would ask...

Elliot turned around trying to hide the mist that suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Oh, umm...me and my date."

"Pretty little thing...Does she have a name? Or is that Date as well?" Cragen joked, though couldn't see Elliot behind him near breaking point.

"So, Don, you never answered me. What are you doing here this late at night?" Letting go a sigh of relief upon seeing his confused manner.

"What do you mean Elliot? It's 3:57."

"In the morning."

"No..." Cragen shook his head slowly, come to stand in front of him. "It's in the afternoon. The day of the formal. The day you get you award and your new partner."

Again...Damnit...

"Is it really?" Elliot asked as he walked over to his TV and looked at the cable box. "Well I'll be damned, it is." He whispered to himself. "Wait, so then that means I was asleep for a whole day?"

"What was that son?" Cragen asked, confused, as he turned away from the photos.

"Oh, I was just saying how time really does fly by." He said as he walked over to his bedroom door. "I'll be right out. Josh and Munch are coming at 4 right?"

"Should be here any seco-"

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!

"Speak of the devils" Cragen said as he hit the buzzard to let them in and picked up his stuff from the couch. "When they come up, tell them that I'm getting changed in the spare room, will you? We have to be at the banquet at 7 and it's an hour and a half drive." Cragen said as he stepped through the door and closed it just as the knocking began.

"Yo Eli!! Open up!!" Josh said, and Elliot grinned upon heard a loud slap and a muffled 'Ow! Fuck!'

Elliot opened his door to see Munch smiling coyly and Josh rubbing the back of his head. Elliot just laughed a stepped aside to let them in. Josh was 31 and transferred all the way to the 1-6th from San Diego 8-4th SVU about 9 and a half years ago. He was the one who first started to call Elliot Eli instead of El, and it caught on as fast as El that even Cragen slipped it up a few times. Elliot doesn't mind it much really; he finds it kind of funny actually. Josh is 2 or 3 inches shorter than Elliot but more slender but still built. He has bed-head beachy sand blonde hair with hazel eyes and the funniest personality to match. But the platinum wedding band on his left ring finger has disappointed many of the women at the 1-6th.

"So Eli..." He duck just as Munch's hand would have connected with his head. "Ha!" he said taking a step away from him. "Anyway, where's the Cap?" he looked around, knowing for a fact he just heard his commanding voice.

"Uh, he just headed into the spare room to get changed. One of you can take the spare bathroom, and since I'm taking my bedroom, one of you can have the master bathroom." Elliot called out as he walked towards his room to start getting ready.

"I call master!" Josh's call was muffled through his door. So was the "OW! Fuck, John! You're abusive!!", that came after it. Elliot chuckled slightly to himself as he pulled out his tux bag and laid it across the bed. Bending down he picked up his glossy black dress shoes, and brought them over to the bed as well. Turning back he caught a glimpse of the old dress bag that held the tux he wore to the junior prom. Almost like a magnet, he began to stumble over to the bag when there was a triple knock on his door. With a soft sigh of relief, his feet stopped dead on their way to the bag at turned towards the bedroom door. Taking 4 big strides, he opened it to find Munch standing in the doorway.

"I thought Josh was taking the master?" Elliot asked upon hearing the spare bathroom door close.

"Yea well, I told him he had to be at least this tall," he put his hand just at the top of Elliot's head "or was a Manhattan SVU detective for at least 10 years." Munch laughed as Elliot grinned from ear to ear.

"You just love to torment the guy don't you?"

"Ah, but if I didn't, then who be there to give him the 10 year greeting?" Munch said as he walked through the door and towards the bathroom.

"Kind of like to rain on his parade?" Munch stopped at the door and turned back to Elliot and peered over his glasses with an impish grin.

"I don't just rain on the parade...I blow up all the floats." And with the wink of his eye, he turned around into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Laughing in spite of the conversation, he forgot about the tux and closed the door to the closet. Walking over to the bag on the bed, he unzipped and pulled out a sleek black tux with a light green vest and cummerbund. Just then realizing that all he had on was a pair of sweats and boxers, he walked over to one of the drawers and pulled out a white beater, black socks and a pair of black boxers. Pulling off the sweats and boxers, he replaced them with the clean ones and pulled on the black dress pants. Slipping his belt threw the hoops and putting on the socks, he unbuttoned the jacket, cummerbund and vest before taking the shirt and bow tie off the hanger. Sticking his arms threw the sleeves and buttoning it was a silent process, it wasn't until he started with his bow tie did his mind drift.

"Here," Olivia's voice rang threw his ears as they were in front of the photographer at the prom. "Let me do it." Her smile was warm and opening when she took his untied tie.

"Thanks..." Elliot laughed as Olivia slid the tie over and over then back and this way and that, he couldn't remember.

"Okay you two lovelies...Miss, turn towards your left and Sir, stand in front of her. Perfect!! Now, Miss, lace your fingers behind his neck and Sir, wrap your arms around her waist. Again perfect! Now, look at the camera and act like you're in love! Thou you don't need to act." The photographer said as he stood behind the camera.

Olivia looked up at Elliot just as he looked down to her. When their eyes locked, they couldn't look away as he took the picture.

"You know..." the photographer said in his small French accent, "That was one of the cutest pictures I've taken." He gave Elliot the slip as they began to walk up the stairs again.

A knock on the bathroom door broke him from his thoughts.

"Hey Elliot, are you a decently dressed enough for me to come out?" Munch said through the door as Elliot finished his tie and pulled it tight.

"Yea, I'm good." Elliot called as Munch opened the door carrying the bag that now held his jeans, jacket and shirt and was now wearing his black tux with brownish orange vest and cummerbund. Elliot pulled out the vest and secured it in front of his chest as Munch went around o the other side of the bed and sat on the edge. Munch sat in silence as Elliot buttoned up his cummerbund and was finally able to buckle his belt. Fixing his collar over his tie, he walked over to his dresser and picked up his watch and Cross. After attaching his watch he unclasped his cross and began to put it on. Munch watched as his friends and co-worker's eyes glaze over.

"Your cross is gorgeous!" Olivia's fingers held the cross as if a precious jewel. They were sitting down in Elliot's basement watching 'The Omen' the original.

"Yea...my mom gave it to me when she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. She told me that she would love me with her whole heart, and even if she says she forgot me, she never will." Elliot said with a pleased grin on his face.

"How's she doing anyway?" she asked as she laid her head on his shoulder and cringed into him when the mother fell of the banister.

"Much better now that she's on medication." He said with a laugh when Olivia cringed more at the blood.

"That's great." She said with a smile as they continued to watch the movie.

"Elliot!!"

Elliot snapped out of his trance to see a concerned Munch standing there with his jacket out stretched towards him. Smiling slightly at him, he took the jacket and slid his arms threw the sleeves before securing the cuff links on his cuffs. Turning towards Munch, he outstretched his arms and spun slowly.

"Well?"

"Much better than the color Josh picked." Munch said with a laugh.

"Yea I guess..." Elliot said with a laugh

Josh had chosen a bright electric blue color for his vest and cummerbund and light green jacket and pants. He had picked up his tux on one of his lunch runs and Munch and himself tried there hardest not to laugh. Elliot wondered just how many women would pick a dress that color just so they can say they matched anyway. Thou Elliot and Munch both think his wife could kill them all in any color dress if it was a low cut number. He remembered the time she came into the office because he left his badge and gun at home. Let's just say Elliot forgot about Olivia for only an hour or two. Once they nodded to each other, they both walked out of the room to see Cragen and Josh waiting in the living room for them, each with a bottle of Orange Cream soda. Cragen was the first to turn around in his classic black and white tux, but what caught Elliot's attention was the fact that Josh wasn't wearing a light green and blinding blue tux.

"Well? What do you think?" Josh said after he swallowed his sip and outstretched his arms and turned slowly for Munch and him.

"What the hell man?" Munch said with a smirk as he walked over and checked out his crimson magenta vest and cummerbund and black tux. "What happen to the green and bluish thing you had going on?"

"Had to get the women off my trail somehow. Besides that was for my brother's wedding. Weird theme. Don't ask." Josh said with a smirk as Munch grumbled something about ruining his fun and Elliot just shook his head.

"Okay, now I'm ready." Cragen said as he downed the rest of his soda and threw it out. With all agreements in tacked he glances once more at the picture and led the younger men out into the hall and down to the cars. They already established that Munch would ride with the Captain in the Captain's car while Josh and Elliot took Elliot's since Josh came with Munch and his wife had the car. Once the Captain and Munch got into Don's 1957 shiny Mustang, Elliot unlocked his car and him and Josh both climbed inside. Elliot bucked up, put and turned the key in the ignition and looked over at Josh who was looking in awe around the car.

"Now I see why you offered to drive. Eli, dude, you've had of blasted some hard core rap or rock, threw on a pair of black sunglasses ad just drove." Josh said as he finally put on the seatbelt and the engine roared to life.

"To be completely honest," Elliot said as he slid out of his spot with ease and raced after Munch and the Captain, "I've done that a few times." He looked over at Josh who was cracking up and grinned. "And let me tell ya...it felt...GREAT!" Josh and Elliot laughed as the sped a little faster to make the yellow light (VeRy un-cop like ) "You know, you can put on whatever station you want. I listen to any music really." Elliot told Josh as Cragen stopped at a red light in front of them.

"Umm, okay." He said with a shrug as he flipped between stations.

"So baby I will wait for you.
'Cause I don't kn-" Elliott Yamin's voice was cut off abruptly causing Josh to stop singing along and look at Elliot confused.

"Except that song." Elliot said in a tone that caused Josh not to response to the song. He'd say that for later.

"Okay...umm let's see then." Josh was skimming threw the stations and finally found another song that made Elliot laugh.

I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
My room is still messed up and I know why
- Cause I got high – cause I got high – cause I got high

Elliot and Josh were laughing and singing along until Elliot's cell phone started to ring and the caller id said 'Captain'. Elliot quickly turned off the song and busted up laughing when he saw Josh dipping and swaying his head from left to right as he answered the phone.

"Hey Cap. Nope, nothing's wrong, just laughing at Josh...Yea, no he was just doing something weird...Yep, I'll tell him...mmhmm...so we'll be there in 20 minutes?...alright, yep you got it Capt-Don...okay bye."

"Cap wanted me to tell you that your dancing is weird as hell." Elliot looked over at Josh who was looking at him and both let out the laughter they had locked away and lost it. After they were both mellowed down a bit Josh turned to Elliot and looked at him questioningly.

"Hey Eli?"

"Hey Joshy?" Elliot said making Josh laugh. No one ever called Josh Joshy except his wife and Elliot. Only laughing for a second or two he turned serious and quiet again.

"Can you promise not to kill me for asking you a question?" Elliot's face went black, knowing what he was going to ask. But what's the harm of saying a little white lie about a song huh? He'll just say that it was his mother and his song.

"Sure go ahead."

"What ever happened to her?"

Slamming on the breaks, if it wasn't for the seatbelts, Josh and him would have been through the windshield right now.

"JESUS FUCKIN' CRIST!" Josh yelled as he was thrown forward and back to hit the seat, almost knocking the wind out of him.

"What?!" Elliot yelled in shock as his back hit the seat for the 5th time.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Josh said as he clung to his chest, trying to restart his heart.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST ASK?!" Elliot screamed in shocked horror as he looked at Josh as if he never stopped the car dead in its tracks. Good thing they were down a back road and no cars were behind them.

"Olivia! Whatever happened to her?" Josh yelled back.

Elliot was silent as he stared back at him, his crystal blue eyes wide with shock and fear.

"How do you know about Olivia?" he gasped out in a whisper, for the first time realizing that he had no breath.

"Oh come on!! I may be the new comer but I've been a detective almost as long as you!" Josh shouted looking somewhat pissed.

"I don't care if you were 25 years older." Elliot said still in a gasped whisper. "How do you know about Olivia? Not even Don knows!" he said with his eyes still wide and round.

"I know I'm the only one to know, 'cause not even Munchy knows."

"But HOW do you know?"

"Simple really," he said with a shrug. "I first found out about Olivia on one of our stake outs. You fell asleep and started to mumble. You were saying something about a chick called Olivia and the junior prom. Then one time when we were catching a few in the crib, you were tossing and turning and calling for Olivia and saying 'sorry', 'come back', and sobbing. And let me tell you, you're very hard to wake up!" Josh laughed once receiving a smirk from Elliot. "So you going to tell me what happen that included that song, or do you want me to make your life more hell? You know it would help you a hell of a lot if you just told someone..."

Elliot looked at Josh before slowly pushing down on the gas. "It's a long story." He mumbled.

"It's a long way there."

Sorry for the cliff!!

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