A/N: Sorry I haven't updated this in a while! I have two more finals, and then I'm out of here! And then I'll be able to update more. I'm excited; I have ideas of so many perspectives I want to do for this story. Anyway, I hope you like this POV!
I'm amazed that Olivia and Elliot ended up together after all I've done to sabotage their relationship. It was never my intention, but it seems like I can't get within a foot of either of them without endangering their lives. I guess it comes with the territory of being in the FBI.
When Olivia told me that she and that scrumptious blue-eyed charmer finally got together in spite of my efforts, I had to laugh. I wasn't sure if she meant "got together" in a fit-for-kiddos'-ears way or in the adult way, but either way I was happy for them. You wouldn't believe the fussing I had to listen to on the way to Oregon with Olivia. She was going on about leaving Elliot like you wouldn't believe.
That was when I learned that they were in love. I probably should have guessed, considering Olivia's reaction both the times I almost got Elliot killed. She was madder than a wet hen when he got shot in the courtroom, but she was even worse after we almost got ourselves blown up. She told me I was nothing but trouble, but I didn't get offended. I am trouble, and not much more.
I really did need her in Oregon, though. I know it was completely out of the blue…an SVU detective really has no place trying to mess with terrorists. It's just so hard to get someone undercover successfully, and absolutely everyone was convinced that Olivia was Persephone. It couldn't have worked out better if I planned it.
After Olivia was briefed and we were on our way to Oregon where I would abandon her to the environmentalists, she begged me to let her call Elliot and tell her where she was. I couldn't. I wanted to, but this job has made me a hard-ass. I had to ignore how upset she was because we couldn't risk being found out. I knew Elliot would be mad at her…I know a boy who's prone to fits of angst when I see one…but I knew if he was half as amazing as Olivia claimed, he'd get over it.
I was immediately impressed with Olivia…or immediately after she stopped gushing about that man. That wasn't impressive of her. But it was endearing. Anyway, she was so good at being undercover. I can't believe she'd never done it before. I know she play-acted sometimes to nail perps with SVU, but it's the hardest thing to go undercover for a long time. To be someone you aren't for months, years at a time.
She was fearless. So fearless that Agent Porter called me several times to tell me she had risked her neck again, getting into trouble left and right. And leave it to Olivia Benson to take an entire precinct to task for their unfair treatment of civilians…and win. Now I've seen everything.
I know she was pleased as punch to get out of Oregon after we finally tracked down the terrorists. Of course, in true Olivia fashion, she had to solve a rape case across the country from her turf and make it back in time to save the day at a trial in New York. That ridiculous woman. She makes the rest of us look bad.
I talked to her about the whole thing a few days after she was back with her squad. Then, weeks later, I talked to her again to update her about the terrorist group, just for her interest (thought I know she was absolutely terrified that I was going to ship her back to Oregon), and that's when she told me about what was going on with Elliot. Apparently it all started when he said he'd give her a kidney, and she said she'd give her one of his. And I thought things were crazy down south. Who pledges body parts as proof of their love? Not even in the most stereotypical southern town you can think of does that happen. New York…I'll never understand that place.
She also told me that one of the girls in Oregon told her she was saying "Elliot" in her sleep. She blamed me, jokingly, for making her pine for him the whole time because I wouldn't let her call him. She said it would have been my fault if she blew her cover, but I said it was her fault that she couldn't keep quiet during those dirty dreams of hers. We had a good laugh about the whole thing.
I don't know if I'll ever see Olivia again. I'd like to; I really do appreciate her help. I think Elliot would personally kill me if I took her away from him again, and Olivia might just help him out, but we'll see. She's an amazing detective, and the Lord knows we could use her again…but I don't think I could do that to them, even if I needed to. I'm always undercover. I'm always pretending to be someone I'm not. It doesn't make having friends easy, and I've never seen a more peas-in-a-pod group of detectives than the bunch of them. I don't want to break it up.
I hope it works out for Olivia and Elliot. She deserves to be happy, and so does he, and I know they won't be happy unless they're together…so I won't meddle. Especially after I almost got both of them killed so much. I owe them.