Disclaimer: They aren't mine and that makes me sad… :'(

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I am having writer's block and am having trouble coming up with things to write about…Any ideas? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller…? LOL…Also, I am not really going to focus on the case that brought Munch and Fin to St. Louis or the allegations against our favorite hero, but I will mention it. This story is not really a case story.

We're Moving

One Week Later

Olivia, Jake, Luke and Elliot were all standing in the terminal at the airport with Munch and Fin. The case that was supposedly connected to theirs fell through and had no connection whatsoever. They stayed for a few extra days to help clear Elliot, which eventually did happen, and spend time with their favorite little nephews. It was finally time for them to return to New York, but everyone was sad that they had to leave.

"Uncle Munch?" Jake called.

"Yeah buddy?" Munch answered and crouched down to Jake's level.

"Why do you have to leave?"

Munch smiled, "Well, remember how I told you that me and Aunt Casey got married?" Jake nodded, "Well, do you also remember how I told you that you now have a little cousin named AJ?" Jake nodded again, "Well, I need to get back to them. I think that I would miss Casey and my little princess too much, but I promise that we will see each other again and you will get to meet AJ. Okay?"

Jake nodded and hugged Munch.

After final farewells, and promises to keep in touch and visit, Munch and Fin boarded their plane and left for New York.

3 Years Later

Elliot had now been in the Witness Protection Program for ten years. He was getting sick and tired of it and just wanted to take his family and go home. One day in late June, Elliot received an oversized envelope in the mail. It was overnighted and had an 'URGENT' stamp on it. He carefully opened the envelope and took out its contents. When he read the paper inside his heart skipped a beat.

The letter was from Cragen and had a copy of the front page of yesterday's New York Post with it. The headline read: 'Cop Killer Found!' There was a picture of John and Fin with a handcuffed perp walking toward the 1-6. Part of the article read:

Detectives John Munch and Odafin Tutuola of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit caught suspected cop killer Arthur Damon yesterday during a raid in Chelsea.

Mr. Damon is suspected of killing one of New York's finest 10 years ago. Detective Elliot Stabler was a well-respected and highly decorated member of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit for almost 14 years when he was shot and killed by Mr. Damon during a raid of a warehouse 10 years ago.

Although the capture of Mr. Damon will not bring back Detective Stabler, there is now justice for him and his family.

Elliot smiled, 'Wont bring back Det. Stabler my ass,' he thought. As he read the article again, he heard the door leading to the garage open and Liv and the boys come in.

"El! We're home!" Olivia called form the doorway.

Elliot came into the kitchen where she now was and grinned, "No, you are not home, but you will be soon."

Olivia looked at him and furrowed her brow in confusion, "What?"

Elliot handed Olivia the paper and smiled, "Read this."

Olivia scanned the paper and her eyes went wide. She looked up at Elliot and smiled one of the biggest smiles Elliot had ever seen, "We're going home?"

Elliot just nodded. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead, "We're going home," he whispered.

Olivia turned her head slightly and gave him a kiss on the lips. The kiss immediately deepened and when they were desperate for air, they broke apart. After a few more short kisses, Olivia broke the embrace and went to the bottom of the stairs and called the boys down.

Jake, who was now 16, and Luke, who was now 10, showed up in the kitchen a few moments later.

"Mom, what's up? I was playing my Xbox," Luke whined.

Elliot rolled his eyes and smirked, "We called you down here because we have something to tell you."

"Okay," Jake said nervously.

Olivia caught the look on Jake's face and spoke up, "It isn't bad, I promise. This is great news."

Elliot continued, "I got a letter in the mail today. It said that the man that shot me was arrested the other day. We are going back to New York!!"

Jake and Luke looked at their parents dumbfounded, "Really?" Jake asked.

"Really," Olivia confirmed.

Since it is summer, it is the perfect time to move back. We can find a nice house in Queens or Manhattan and have you guys enrolled in school by the time it starts back up in September."

Jake smiled, "YES! I can't believe it! We are going back!"

Luke smiled as well, "Does that mean we get to see Uncle Munch and Uncle Fin and Grandpa Cragen and Grandma and Grandpa Stabler?"

Elliot nodded, "Yup. And you can see them almost anytime you want. We will be right in the same city."

"YaY!!!" Luke cried.

Later that night, Jake was laying in bed contemplating their impending move.

'What am I gonna tell Becca? I mean, we have been together for almost a year now. How do I tell her that we are moving back to New York, because my dead father came back?'

He went to sleep that night still confused and a little less excited about the move. The next morning we walked downstairs to find his family had already started packing. He sighed and turned and left the room. He went back to his room and laid back in bed.

Elliot had noticed that Jake came and went really quickly once he saw the packing that had been started. He excused himself from what he was doing and followed the boy back upstairs. He knocked on Jake's door and waited for permission before going in.

"Jake? What's wrong son?" Elliot asked as he sat down on the edge of Jake's bed.

"Dad? Do we really have to move?"

Elliot furrowed his brow, "I thought you were excited about it. What's wrong?"

"Well, I got to thinking and I don't really want to go. I mean I have lived here for almost five years now and I don't really remember anything from New York."

"I know what you mean. I have been here for almost ten years, but I promise that New York is going to just fine."

"I know, but my life is here. I mean, I'm gonna be a junior in high school, I'm getting my license soon and I have a girlfriend. What am I gonna do about Becca? I don't want to leave her."

Elliot sighed. He was so excited about going home that he totally forgot about how this was going to affect his sons. "I don't know what to say Jake. I really don't know what I would do in your situation with Becca. I am just lucking that I am still with your mom."

"How am I going to tell her that we are moving, much less that my dead father has come back to life, and that is the real reason we are moving."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that part. I guess you don't have to tell her about me. I can still just be your mom's boyfriend, or you could tell her, but I don't know what you would say or how to explain it."

"I'll figure it out, thanks for trying dad."

"Anytime son. Don't worry, it will all work out in the end," he said as he got up and exited the room.

Jake closed his eyes and prayed for sleep. He just wanted to forget about it for a while and then try to figure out what has happened to his life and how he is going to fix it.

Jake was awoken later by the sound of his mom's voice.

"Jake! Phone, its Becca."

'Great! Here goes nothing,' he thought.

"Thanks mom! I got it…" he picked up the phone, took a deep breath and put it to his ear, "Hey Becca…"