So again, I've had some good reviews, so I have decided that I will definitely carry on with this one. A lot of you have the same ideas, and it's what you want, so I'm going to go ahead with it. I'm sure those of you who mentioned it, will know exactly what I'm talking about. Those of you who don't? I can only hope you like this as much as you've enjoyed previous chapter. Anyway, I'll stop babbling and get on with it, shall I?
The next few days were incredibly hard. Not only did Elliot and Olivia have to do their work, Emily wouldn't talk to anybody else, and she wouldn't take food from anyone else, and she was just generally very clingy, which in the circumstances was completely understandable. The two detectives could feel themselves getting even closer with the shared strain of looking after Emily and trying to get the perp who killed her two families behind bars.
Elliot was just sitting with Emily in the cot, having just got her to go to sleep when Munch walked in and said loudly, "You're needed."
Elliot glared at the older man, glancing down at Emily who had thankfully stayed fast asleep. Munch didn't seem to understand the bond that a child and an adult could share, and that annoyed Elliot. The fact that Munch didn't understand so he had to interfere with it bugged him.
"Who needs me?" Elliot asked softly, not wanting to disturb the traumatised little angel who lay sleeping beside him.
"Captain," Munch stated, moving out of the way to let Elliot past him.
In Captain Cragen's office, Elliot stood against the wall as Don studied him. After a few minutes, Elliot was getting frustrated and he asked angrily, "Are you gonna speak to me or just let me stand here like an idiot?"
"You're close to the kid, huh?" Cragen idly gestured in the general direction of the cot.
"Yeah," Elliot nodded.
"What you gonna do when she has to go?" Cragen queried, intense gaze still fixed on his detective.
"I'll let her go. But she's not going until the bastard who killed her parents is locked up," Elliot stated firmly.
"You're not the one who decides that Elliot," Don warned.
"I'm not letting you take her away from here. Not until he's in Rikers," Elliot pointed his finger at his Captain and stormed out of the office, banging right into Olivia and almost knocking her to the ground in his haste. "Fuck, sorry Liv.."
"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly, seeing the anger in her secret lover's eyes.
"I think Cragen's trying to hint that he's taking Emily away. I told him, Liv. I told him he's not taking her until the bastard's behind bars," Elliot stated.
Olivia shepherded him into the room that sat empty to the left of them, and after closing the door she looked directly into his eyes, laying her hand on his cheek. "It's okay, Ell. He's not going to take her. I'll make sure of it."
Elliot nodded slightly, letting out a soft sigh as Olivia placed an ever so gentle kiss to his lips. "Olivia, I... I love you."
She paused for a moment, a bit shocked, but then she pulled herself together and nodded. "Yeah, I love you too Elliot. And don't you worry. Nothing's going to happen to Emily."
That night, Elliot had taken Emily home with him, despite Cragen's warnings, and he was sitting watching her as she slept slap bang in the middle of his bed when he heard a knock at the door. Not just any knock. Rat-a-tat-tat. Olivia's knock.
He glanced back down at Emily before heaving his weary self up off the bed that he longed to climb into to his front door, to find Olivia standing before him, two coffee cups in her hand. As he silently stepped aside, she shoved one of the cups into his hand. He watched as she wandered through to his living room, sitting down on the couch.
"You know, you need to be more careful, Ell," she said as he stopped in his doorway, still watching her. "Cragen was furious. He said he told you it wasn't a good idea to take Emily home, but you did. Why?"
"I wasn't about to leave her at the station, Liv. No way," he shook his head.
"Okay," she nodded, standing up, leaving her cup on the coffee table. She ran her hands over his chest and linked her fingers behind his neck, gazing into his deep blue pools. He swallowed hard, sensing something was about to come.
As Olivia moved forward to capture his lips with hers, they heard shouting from Elliot's bedroom. "Ell? Where are you Ell?!"
"Through here honey," he shouted as Olivia let go of him and stood back.
A moment later a sleepy Emily arrived carrying her rag doll, her blonde hair messy from sleep. She ran straight to Elliot, and he picked her up, holding her tightly.
"Hey Emmy," Olivia said softly, and Emily smiled at her a little. "How are you?"
"Sleepy," she murmered into Elliot's neck.
"I bet you are," Olivia smiled, then looked at Elliot. She knew he had got attached. They both had. It was unprofessional and it wasn't going to do anybody any good in the end, but they had both fallen in love with the little blonde girl, and she had pretty much fallen in love with them too.
As the three shared a tender, quiet moment, they were rudely interrupted by the harsh ringing of Olivia's cell. She sighed and took it from her pocket. "Benson..yeah. We'll be right there."
She put her phone back in her pocket and said, "They've got him at the station."
"The right guy this time?" Elliot asked excitedly, and Olivia nodded. Elliot grabbed his jacket and wrapped it round Emily as the rushed out and into Olivia's car, on their way to the station.
By the time they got there, Emily was alseep and Elliot put her in the cot before following Olivia to where the suspect was being interviewed. Fin was standing there, watching on too. The case had affected everyone in the squad, whether they had a personal attachment to the little girl or not.
"Michael Campbell," Fin said gruffly. "He's claiming he's Emily Matthews' real father. Says that Gordon Matthews adopted the kid when she was just a baby."
"He got a record?" Olivia asked.
Elliot was too busy to even hear the conversation going on beside him. He was standing staring right at the bastard who had killed Emily's biological parents and also her foster parents. He already hated this guy, but seeing him a matter of less than 10 feet away made his blood boil. He just wanted to go in there and kill the guy, give him a taste of his own medicine, but he knew that he shouldn't.
"Can I see my daughter?" they heard him ask after a few minutes, and that just did it. Elliot completely snapped, storming out of the viewing room before Olivia or Fin even realised it. Could he see his daughter? HIS daughter? He'd never been in her life and he'd killed two sets of her parents, and he was now asking to see HIS daughter?!
"YOU BASTARD!" Elliot roared going straight for the throat. "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, HUH? YOU JUST FANCIED A KID NOW, SO YOU SUDDENLY REMEMBER THAT KID YOU FATHERED AND DECIDED TO GO AFTER HER? WHAT KIND OF SICK BASTARD ARE YOU?!"
He went to punch him, but Cragen stepped in-front just in time, and with the help of a big cop, got him out of the room, foaming at the mouth, ready to go at the guy... ready to rip his head off.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Cragen poked him in the chest with a surprisingly strong index finger.
"Me?! What the hell does he think he's doing? His daughter!! HIS daughter?! He's never been around for her, and because he loves her so much he puts her through the trauma of losing both parents, twice?!" Elliot screamed.
"Elliot, shut up or you're on vacation," Cragen ordered.
"You're blaming m..." Elliot was about to go off on one but was interrupted by a strong but careful grip on his arm. He looked round to see Olivia standing there, and he instantly calmed down.
"Elliot, come on, calm down," she said, looking right into his eyes.
"You go with Olivia and sort yourself out, Elliot," Cragen knew that with Olivia there Elliot would be more under control, and he just thanked god at that moment for that fact that they were together, because he just sensed that he would have had to suspend Elliot right then.
The next morning , Michael Campbell was put up for arraignment, and the case was passed through to court. The whole SVU squad was certain that there was no way the guy could get out of it, and they were all hopeful he'd get the heaviest sentence possible. Elliot was tidying up his stuff before heading home when Olivia appeared.
"Elliot, I..." she looked down at the floor.
He studied her carefully, trying to figure out what it was that was going on with her. All day she'd been fidgety and on edge and he still didn't know what it was. "What's wrong Liv?"
"Cragen's got my resignation," she said. "It's something I've been thinking about for a while now. I just need a little time off, and I just..."
"Move in with me," Elliot said more as a statement than as an offer.
Olivia just stood there, mouth hanging open, staring at him. Had he really just asked her to move in with him?!
So I know the last part was a bit rushed, sorry about that. Review and tell me what you thought!!