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Chapter Four
The funerals came quickly. There was constant investigation surrounding Peyton Sawyer's case. Elliot called Cragen and Don immediately gave him extra time off to solve this rape homicide. Elliot informed his captain that Olivia was with him and Cragen cautiously approved her stay.
Jake and Jenny even came back to Tree Hill when Brooke called him about her demise. Though Peyton was dating Lucas, the truth of the matter was that Jake was the one love of her life. There was a knock at Brooke's apartment door. Elliot and Olivia were handling funeral business because the bodies were flown in the night before. Nathan had basketball practice, so Brooke decided to try and get some sleep.
The door knocked again, but this time, Brooke woke up. She moved to the door and saw Jake at the door with tears in his eyes. "Jake?"
"She's dead. Peyton is really dead... isn't she Brooke?'
Brooke nodded and gathered her friend in her arms. Peyton Sawyer was the love of Jake's life except for his daughter Jenny. "Come in," she whispered bringing him to the couch. He stared into his hands and Brooke gave him a sideways hug.
"I should have taken her away with me, Brooke. Maybe we should have gotten married in Savannah. Maybe we'd be together. Jenny wouldn't be crying for Peyton at night."
"Jake, this isn't your fault. You didn't know. We didn't know. We still don't know who did this, but Uncle Elliot will find them." Brooke continued to rub his back.
"How long until we find this guy? And don't tell me you don't know anything. Your favorite uncle is working the case."
She smirked and replied, "I honestly don't know, Jake. I hope they find this sick bastard soon. Knowing my uncle, it will be soon. Peyton deserves justice."
Jake nodded and broke down in front of her. She sighed and pulled him into her arms. "I miss her so much... I love her so much..." he cried holding her tighter.
"I know, hon. I know. I miss my P. Sawyer too."
They cried together as she continued to soothe him. She didn't notice her apartment door open until a cough moved her attention.
"Lucas!"
Jake's head shot up and he moved in front of his former best friend. He punched him hard and Lucas fell to the ground.
"Jake!" Brooke yelled.
"I sent her to Tree Hill to find out if she loved you you bastard! I called you to protect her!"
Lucas stood up and shoved Jake up against the wall. "I didn't know she was going to be killed! I don't have any idea who did this! I was in Charleston when this happened! Don't you dare pin this on me! You left her in Savannah!"
Jake moved and punched Lucas again making him bleed. Brooke caught Nathan's sudden appearance as he rushed through the apartment and separated the fighters. "ENOUGH!" Nathan yelled staring hardly at both bruised egos. "Peyton meant a lot to each one of us in this room! She wouldn't want this! Now her funeral is tomorrow. Brooke's parents' funeral the following day. I suggest you back down now! If you have shit to settle, settle it somewhere else, but remember the reason you are both here! Peyton!"
Lucas stared shocked at his brother, his former best friend and former girlfriend. So much happened with Peyton's case that he didn't remember to comfort Brooke. He saw her push away her tears and lock herself away in her room.
Jake looked up at Nathan and met his intense blue stare. "You love her, don't you?"
Nathan nodded. Lucas felt his heart shatter again.
Jake nodded. "Can you give me a lift to my parent's place. I don't want to walk tonight. Too many memories. Has someone cleaned out Peyton's place?"
"Yeah, Brooke and Peyton's dad cleaned it out yesterday. Brooke has a box for you that she was going to send to Savannah. I guess I can give it to you tomorrow. Luke, I want you gone when I get back, but Im going to take Jake to his place. Are we cool?"
Lucas nodded and Nathan quickly made his way to the locked door. He heard her crying and it broke his heart. "Brooke, baby I'll be back. Elliot will probably be back before I am. Im taking Jake home. I-- I love you, Brooke."
She didn't answer and he nodded his head in understanding. He glared at his brother in a somewhat territorial manner and Nathan left with Jake.
Lucas knocked on Brooke's door and spoke softly, "Davis? Let me in baby."
She opened the door and spoke angrily. "You do not get to call me baby, Lucas Scott."
"I see you let me in."
"Shut up and lets make something clear. I understand that you are hurting. But you can't come in here and shake things up again. A lot has been happening in Tree Hill if you haven't noticed. We need to help each other out."
He stared into her bright green eyes and passionately captured her lips. He moved his tongue into her mouth and moaned into her mouth.
Brooke remembered his touch but quickly pushed him away. She slapped him hard and he placed his hand over the sting. "No, Lucas!"
"Brooke. I still love you!"
"Don't go there with me, Luke!"
"Brooke..."
"No! Two weeks ago I would have taken you back with open arms, but not now! Not now. We have been over for a long time."
"Brooke" he twisted her arm and force her to stare into his cloudy gray eyes. "Tell me when I kissed you, you felt nothing. You felt nothing when my lips touched you."
She shook her head and stared at him. "Memories, Luke. Nothing more. I love Nathan now. If you love me like you say you do, let me go. Let me move on with him."
He stared at her and kissed her quickly. A final goodbye. He moved to the door and turned back to her. "I still love you, Brooke Penelope Davis. I will love you forever." He left and she was alone... again.
Peyton's funeral was small. Few people. Only family and friends. Everyone spoke, but Elliot and Olivia, as they heard memories and saw tears.
Elliot saw that his niece was slowly breaking down. Her heart was shattering in front of him. He knew she couldn't stay in North Carolina much longer.
Then he looks at Nathan and is thankful he is there for his niece. He isn't sure if he is completely comfortable with their relationship. He really doesn't want to know if they are having sex, but he trusts that Brooke has a strong grasp for her future.
It has been comforting feeling Olivia by his side. Nights with her in his arms melted his heart and made him fall deeper in love with her her... more and more every touch. He needed her, but was so caught up in their new case that they have not had a heart to heart since their first night together in Brooke's bed.
He woke up the morning of Jaimi and Jaryd's funeral feeling a sense of loneliness. Olivia wasn't next to him and he groaned in bed. He opened his eyes slightly, but what he saw took his breath away.
Olivia stood with her back to him naked only clad in a skirt. Her tanned toned back was stretching in front of him and he couldn't help but stare, longing for her touch. Her radio was on and she was singing along to the music. The song Lips of an Angel by Hinder was playing and she was singing to herself. Her voice was exotic. It pulled him in and he lost all control of the moment. He crawled to her on his knees and turned her body to meet his. He kissed her passionately and held her close as their naked chests collided.
She moaned in pleasure. What a way to wake up! she thought to herself. She ended the kiss and immediately grew embarrassed. "Im sorry. I thought you were asleep."
"Don't be sorry," he whispered roughly. "You're beautiful."
She wanted nothing more than to take him now on this bed and make love to him forever. She placed her hand on his chest and met his eyes. "We need to go and get ready for the funeral El."
"This isn't over," he whispered roughly kissing her neck. "Far from over."
She smiled as he walked into the bathroom. His lips still burned her skin and she looked at her appearance. She hooked her bra and decided to finish getting ready for the funeral.
The funeral was a small catholic ceremony. Elliot and Brooke delivered the eulogies. Elliot went first because knew that Brooke wasn't ready. He stood and met Olivia's eyes who gave him a comforting nod.
He took a breath and spoke:
Hello. I am Detective Elliot Stabler and I am Jaimi's older brother and Jaryd's brother-in-law. Brooke is my niece. I am 6 years older than Jaimi and I was always very protective of her growing up. I remember when she brought home her first boyfriend while I was in the Marines. I interrogated him, but apparently the guy stayed. The guy she dated was Jaryd Davis.
When she married Jaryd after high school, I was angry, but I met my new niece after I served my years of service to the Marine Corp and immediately fell in love with her. That only made me love my sister even more.
Being the older brother, we wouldn't always agree on things. Either it be the way we raised our kids or how we liked their quesidillas. But one thing I always knew is that she loved me and I loved her. I know that she would be proud of her daughter and hopefully would be proud of me. I will forever miss her and always love her. Jaimi's spirit will live on in me and my dearest niece. Thank you for coming.
Elliot moved back to his seat and kissed Brooke's forehead before she went up to speak. As she went, Olivia linked her hands in his and squeezed his hand tightly. It was a silent conversation simply laced with appreciation and gratitude.
Brooke made her way to the podium and looked out into the congregation. The small congregation where she knew every person in the room. She saw her uncle and Olivia. She saw Lucas in the back. Some friends and her parents colleagues that she barely knew and then she saw Nathan. He was sitting in the seat beside her giving her a comforting smile. She took a deep breath and spoke:
Hello everyone. I am Brooke Penelope Davis and I am Jaimi and Jaryd's daughter. We weren't the closest family, but I still loved them. I remember when I was younger and moving from New York to Tree Hill. It was hard, but Mom told me I would be okay. And I was. I made many friends and did good in school.
I remember nights waiting for them to come home from business. They wouldn't stay long, but when they did they loved me.
I know many of you might be surprised that I care so much about these parents that didn't seem to be there, but I love them for giving me an amazing Uncle, a beautiful home and giving me life. If I could see them again, I would thank them. Thank them for their silent support and tell them I loved them. Thank you.
Everyone sat in silence for a few moments after Brooke's intense eulogy. There was hurt in her tone, but still love. Elliot was about to hug her when he saw her in the arms of her boyfriend. Nathan and him made eye contact and Elliot nodded. He rubbed his hand along her back, but was surprised when Brooke turned to him and cried into his chest. "Shh..." he whispered. "You did good B."
The funeral and reception were short and limited filled with hugs of consolation and support. Brooke needed to stay with Nathan longer, so Elliot and Olivia made their way into Brooke's apartment and stared at each other in silence.
He then moved in front of her and whispered, "I need you."
She responded by letting him capture her lips and moan in response. He tasted so good, so loving. They walked into the bedroom door wall and his mouth found her way to her long neck. He'd bite and then lick her neck in appreciation.
She was lost in moans and pleasure when the reality came and knocked her out with the same intensity. "Elliot," she managed to croak out.
She removed herself from their position and stared at his appearance. Somehow his tie was on the other side of the room along with his jacket on the couch. "Liv?"
"Elliot, I can't do this."
"Why?" He asked more hurt than anything else. He truly thought their feelings were mutual and now she was shutting him down.
"Elliot, you can't just use me to block the pain. I just can't be some body to release your passion into. I can't and won't mean nothing." Tears were streaming down her eyes.
He stared at her in shock. How could she not know what she does to me? He met her warm brown eyes that were drowning in pools of tears and made his way to her. "You don't know, do you?"
"What?" she whispered softly.
"How much I love you. How much I care. How long I have wanted this for us." He touched her face and she kissed his warm palm. "Olivia, I love you. I have loved you for a really long time. Probably from the moment I met you. You are amazing and more than any best friend could ever be. I love you, Liv. I always have."
She cried and kissed him softly. "I love you too. It's always been you."
He smiled and kissed her passionately. Her arms wrapped around his strong neck and her legs around his waist. He kicked down Brooke's door and laughed when it completely broke off the hinges. "I got to fix that," he said laughing. She smirked and ripped open his shirt, revealing the strongest torso she had ever seen. He placed her on the bed. She reached up to unbuckle his pants but his hand stopped her. "No, trust me."
She nodded. He lifted her shirt over her head. He unclasped her bra and made love to her torso. "El" she moaned as his tongue performed magic on her skin. "Amazing," she whispered as his mouth made his way to her breast. Her moans excited him more and he knew he had to speed it up. He would be able to last much longer with her beautiful voice.
As he massage her breast with his mouth, he unzipped her black skirt and removed it from her body. His tongue went down her legs as he simultaneously removed her panties. "Elliot," she moaned.
He placed himself between her legs and stared up at her kissing her stomach beneath her belly button. "You're beautiful," he whispered kissing a birth mark on her hip bone. He also found scars, but knew to ask later. She blushed at his statement and he shook his head. "No." His lips met hers passionately and she kissed him deeply. "Don't doubt yourself, beauty. You are amazing."
Olivia let her hands trace the strong muscles of his back and felt his pants tug at his waist. She removed his belt and heard it hit against the bathroom door. He laughed at she felt it along her naked chest. She smiled beneath him and turned him over so she was straddling him. She kissed his chest and suck on his nipples playfully, switching every moan. "Liv," he would cry and she would smile. She unbuckled his slacks and pushed them off his body. She kissed her way down his torso and playfully bit the indents of his hip bones. He groaned and ground his hips into her ribs. She smirked and bit onto the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly slid them down, providing more and more torture.
She stared at his shaft and kissed his inner thighs in a silence appreciation. She moved and grabbed a condom from Brooke's dresser drawer, making a mental note to question her later. "You are a beautiful strong amazing man, Elliot Stabler," she said licking his shaft playfully.
"No," he groaned tugging at her hair and bring her mouth to meet his magical mouth. "I won't last if you do that."
She smiled at his small confession and slipped the condom onto his erect member. "Make love to me, Elliot," she said as his mouth feasted on her neck. "Make love to me."
With those words, he turned her over furiously, making him the dominant creature once again. He rested his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her passionately. "I love you, Liv," he said as he entered her.
She gasped for breath and was intercepted with Elliot's kisses. This was the most euphoric sensation she had ever felt and he hadn't begun to move yet.
He looked down into her eyes and whispered, "You okay, baby?"
She bit down on his collar bone and whispered, "Fantastic."
He smiled and began to thrust into her faster. Slow, yet intense. They both moaned each other's names in pleasure as they moved together in the sheets.
"Im coming," she whispered gripping on his body as if it were life line. He thrust into her again and she screamed his name in pleasure. Her body went limp as he continued to thrust.
"I love you, I love you," was all Elliot could say as he came inside her. This was heaven, he had decided. He could live his life making love to her. "Olivia," he groaned from the rest of his release.
"Uncle Elliot!"