A/N: Only because ruflylover asked for more. After this, I'm done with "Shattered Dreams." Don't be sad though, I have a nice little plot bunny running around for you all.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
Dick was put through central booking and was currently sleeping in a cell. Dick had sweet talked Olivia the whole time, using his charm to attempt to get him released. Elliot was proud of her ability to block him out.
"Olivia, we never got our dinner."
"And now we never will, please roll your right index finger in the ink, Dick."
That's my girl, Elliot had thought; strong, resilient and always able to back herself up when a perp attempted to bring her down.
"How you doing?" Olivia asked Elliot.
Elliot turned his back and saw Olivia cracking the door to the roof open, he smiled slightly. He turned his head back to the city and shrugged, "I've been better."
Olivia came up next to him and rested her arms on the ledge, "Yeah, me too." The two sat in silence, listening to the sounds of the city; a few sirens, a few cat screeches and of course the occasional car alarm. "What made you realize it was him?"
Elliot stared at the city and thought of his son. "Dick," Elliot said slowly. Olivia raised an eyebrown. "Dickie actually, he just said something."
Olivia furrowed her brow, "Dickie knew he was our guy?"
Elliot gave the faintest ghost of a grin, "No, he told me he'd do anything to go to the moon." Elliot bit the inside of his bottom lip, "He said anyone would."
Olivia stared out to the New York landscape as well, "Oh."
"I just don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling," Elliot confessed after a moment, the silence between the two growing too strong, "I trusted him. Hell, Liv, I loved him."
Olivia frowned, "I know."
"And then he goes and does something like this? What was he thinking?"
Olivia shrugged, "I don't know, El."
Elliot shakes his head and looks back to the city, "I named my son after him." Elliot ran his hands over his head, "How am I going to tell Dickie his namesake is a killer?"
Olivia looked back to the city as well, "I don't know."
Elliot turned his eyes to her. She was still in her blue dress and it appeared to Elliot she was shivering, just slightly. Her hair and makeup were still perfect and while her legs looked beautiful in those heels, he bet her feet felt horrible.
"How are you?"
Olivia gave a sad smile then shrugged, "I'm fine."
Elliot didn't know what to say. He didn't know if Olivia wanted condolences for ruined night. He wasn't sure if she even wanted to hear Elliot talk about her romantic life at all. The two had never discussed Olivia's dating habits, aside from Cassidy and when Olivia was confessing a young fling. The two had always kept their lives vey business, aside from Elliot confessing his marital problems to her.
He was such an idiot.
"I'm sorry things didn't work out for you tonight," Elliot heard himself say.
Olivia turned to face him and, again, her eyes searched his. "Yeah, me too," Olivia finally responded with that same sad smile. She looked over the city and titled her head. "The city that never sleeps," she mumbled. Elliot turned to her. He wanted more from her, more of a reaction and more of just her. He wanted to know about her, he wanted Olivia Benson to tell him something she'd never told him before. Instead, Olivia turned to face him too and kept that smile, "Why don't you go home. Go check on your kids, talk to Dickie."
Elliot swallowed his words and nodded numbly, "I'll go do that." He turned around and headed towards the stairs. He waited to hear her heel-clad footsteps behind him, but got nothing. Before he entered the stairwell he turned to face his partner, the woman in blue staring at the New York night sky. "Goodnight, Olivia."
Olivia wrapped her arms around herself, "Goodnight, Elliot."
A/N: Again, that's it. I hope the follow up was okay. I don't know how often Elliot and Olivia actually talked on roofs, but I also like them as settings. Reviews are loved!
