A/N: Hi everyone! Here is chapter two, as promised. Please read and review!

Chapter Two

Olivia's heart dropped into her stomach as she took in the sight of him. His hair had greyed, the lines around his eyes had deepened, but Elliot Stabler was undeniably still attractive.

Keep your shit together, Benson.

She didn't know whether to smack him across the face or jump into his arms. He interrupted her before she could choose.

"Olivia. Hi. How are you?" he asked tentatively, not completely sure of what to say.

Olivia gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded. "I'm doing well, El...Elliot." She wasn't sure if she should call him by his nickname or not after so many years. "What about you?"

"I'm…I'm okay. Thanks," he said, returning her half-smile.

There was a pause in the conversation as their current situation left them tongue-tied. Their eyes met for a half second before they embraced each other without hesitation. His arms, still well muscled seven years later, wrapped around her midsection while hers found his broad shoulders. She buried her face in his grey cotton T-shirt and his head dropped to her shoulder.

"I missed you so, so much." he whispered gravely in her ear. "Not knowing if I'd ever see you again… it almost killed me."

"Me too," Olivia admitted, pulling her face away from his now-damp chest and wiping under her eyes. She looked up at him only to find that he had begun to tear up too. He glanced down at her and reluctantly let go of her waist, not wanting to be too forward. God, he had missed her.

She resisted hugging him again and instead turned toward Noah. He was staring up at them, his expression somewhere between puzzled and disgusted.

Olivia laughed at her son's expression. "Elliot, this is Noah. He's my son," she said with a proud beam on her face. "Noah, this is Elliot, Mommy's old partner."

Elliot looked slightly confused but he offered his hand for Noah to shake. "Nice to meet you bud."

"Nice to meet you too," said Noah, returning the handshake.

"What are you doing here Elliot?" asked Olivia, looking up at him again.

He pointed over Olivia's shoulder. "Eli is playing on the field over there. I was going to concessions and I saw you here with Noah. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to say hi, even though you have every reason to hate me," he admitted, staring at the ground. Olivia sighed.

"This is not the time and place for that conversation, Elliot. But I do appreciate you coming over here. You have my number, call me when you're free for dinner or coffee sometime," she offered, giving him a small smile.

"I will Liv...Olivia." He turned toward Noah. "It was great to meet you. You have an amazing mother." He leaned in to hug her once more, and she returned the embrace. They pulled away and made eye contact.

"I'll hopefully be seeing you both again soon. Take good care of your mom, Noah," he said, winking at the boy. Noah grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Bye Elliot."

"Bye Olivia," he said, starting to walk toward the field where Eli was playing. He stopped when she spoke again.

"And Elliot? Don't wait seven years this time."

Classic Benson sass, he thought.

"I won't, Olivia."

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Elliot was on cloud nine as he continued walking to the concessions stand. Did that really just happen?, he thought to himself. He was beyond thrilled to know that Olivia was doing well. Her son was good looking, which he assumed was from Olivia and not her husband. Wait. Who is Noah's father?

God damn it, Stabler, where did you think the boy came from?, he scolded himself. He tried to remember if she had worn a ring, but he couldn't. All those god damned years of being a cop and you can't make a simple observation. Way to go, Elliot.

Doing the math, he concluded that Olivia became pregnant shortly after he left the squad. The realization punched him in the stomach and made him more guilty, if possible. His joy from seeing Olivia was quickly dwindling as his conscience took over. Upon reaching the meager concessions stand, he ordered nachos and a bottle of water. When the freckled, teenage worker told him he was a dollar short, it took everything Elliot had in him not to snap at the poor kid. After shoving another dollar on the counter, he took his water and nachos then stormed back to Eli's field.

Although rage was his usual reaction, these revelations saddened him. She didn't need you. You left her, and now she's with another man. You had your chance, Stabler, and you shitted all over it.

"God damn it!" he yelled after tripping over a small bump in the terrain. He managed to hold on to his nachos, but the water bottle tumbled to the grass. Bending over to pick it up, he heard a small voice near him.

"Sir, are you okay?" prodded a girl who looked to be about eight years old. Two messy, blonde french braids snaked down the back of her head and she was wearing a jersey. He immediately softened upon seeing the girl's face.

"I'm fine, thank you." He nodded at her and kept walking, slightly less upset. Taking a deep breath, he reached Eli's field and returned to the bleachers. He channeled his emotions into cheering for the team, willing himself to forget about Olivia.

When the game was over, Eli jogged off the field.

"Nice job, sport," said Elliot, patting his son on the back.

"Thanks Dad. Why did getting nachos take so long?" Eli asked, eyeing Elliot accusingly. Elliot shifted his stance and began playing with the cuff of his shirt.

"Actually, bud, I ran into an old friend. Do you remember Olivia? The woman who delivered you?" he asked, deciding to be honest with his son.

Eli looked shocked. "No, but I've heard lots of stories about her. Why didn't mom like her?" he inquired. Elliot sighed.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you someday, but today isn't that day. What's important is that Olivia is doing well. She has a son who is five. Maybe you two can meet sometime," he said, waiting for Eli's reaction.

"Sounds good Dad. Can I get some nachos?"

"Sure you can, bud."

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Later that night, his guilt had crept back in. Eli had long been asleep but Elliot was tossing and turning. The clock read 12:57. Elliot threw his covers off, walked into the bathroom and splashed his face with cool water. He looked in the mirror as he dried his face before returning to his bed.

He closed his eyes, once again attempting to sleep.

Olivia had given him another chance, and he'd be damned if he didn't take it.