A/N: Hello! Thanks to everybody for the lovely reviews and alerts. I hope all of you enjoy your weekend! I will be spending all day tomorrow watching USA's "New to USA" SVU marathon. Super excited, haha. Did anybody watch the season premiere? I was super impressed, and really enjoyed it. Anyways, this chapter is pretty long compared to the others, so enjoy! Everything goes to its rightful owners.
It was Sunday morning, just a little before Eight-Thirty. Olivia was finishing up a cup of coffee; Calvin was sitting on the floor in the living room reading cartoons. Today was the day that they would move all of their stuff that was in their old apartment, into the new one. The moving truck was already waiting outside, they were just waiting on Elliot and Dickie to get here and help.
After finishing the coffee, Olivia quickly walked through each room of the apartment, making sure they had everything. She went to the bathroom, grabbing all of their toiletries that they had kept unpacked until the last minute. She had just thrown them into a box by the front door when she heard a knock on the door.
Looking through the peephole beforehand, she quickly pulled upon the door upon recognizing who it was. "Hey, guys," She said greeting the two Stabler boys.
"Hi, Aunt Liv," Dickie said to her before walking over to sit next to Calvin. The two boy's fist bumped each other in greeting before putting their heads together and started talking about the comics.
Olivia pulled the door open wider so Elliot could come in.
"This place looks…"
"Deserted?" Olivia supplied. "Good, that means we did a good job."
Elliot chuckled. "Is the truck all loaded?"
"Mhm. We're ready, just need to stuff these last few boxes into the car."
"Alright. Dickie," Elliot ordered. "Grab two boxes and follow me to the car."
"Yes, sir."
Calvin jumped up, "You need me to help too, Elliot?"
"Sure. You grab two boxes too."
After each boy was carrying two boxes, Elliot grabbed the remaining three boxes.
"Need me to take one of those?"Olivia asked him.
"Nah, I got it. But thanks."
Olivia followed the three guys out of the apartment, pulling the door shut and locking it. "I'll go give the key to the owners; I'll meet you three at the car."
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Calvin grunted as he carried the two boxes down the last flight of stairs. Maybe Olivia was right, maybe he did need a little exercise.
"You alright, Calvin?" Elliot called out in front, noticing him struggle a bit.
"Fine," He huffed. "Are we almost to the car?" Calvin couldn't see straight in front of him because of the boxes.
"Just a little further, Cal," Dickie told him, encouraging him. "You're almost there…a little further…"
Calvin felt the boxes being taken from him. He sighed with relief as Elliot lifted them with ease and put them into the trunk of the car.
"My arms feel like jelly." He shook them out trying to get rid of the strange feeling.
Dickie laughed, "You look like you're doing an octopus dance or something."
Calvin shot him a look but laughed along with him.
Calvin felt hands clamp down on his shoulders from behind and yelped. He quickly jerked away and spun around. His irregular heartbeat immediately slowed upon seeing the owner of the hands, Olivia.
"Olivia," He whined, shoving her lightly.
She held up her hands in surrender while laughing, "Sorry, sorry." She turned to Elliot, "Everything ready?"
"It's all packed. Let's go."
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Calvin's mouth dropped open as the movers opened the back of the truck. "We have to move all of that up three flights of stairs?"
"Well, the movers will help," Olivia responded, "But yes."
"Just kill me now," Calvin muttered to Dickie.
"Aw, come on, suck it up." Dickie said, shoving Calvin playfully.
Calvin swung his fist at Dickie in slow motion. Dickie grabbed it and pulled it behind Calvin's back, twisting his arm.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Boys."
One of the movers walked over to them, "What's the room number? We'll start moving stuff up."
"105. Third floor," Olivia told the man. "I'll go unlock the door."
As Olivia started the flights of stairs, the two movers pulled the couch out of the truck and followed her.
At this point Dickie and Calvin were shoving each other around on the concrete.
Elliot shook his head at them. "Alright boys, time to get to work."
Both boys immediately stopped and followed Elliot to the truck. Elliot pulled out two boxes and gave each boy one. He then took two boxes himself.
Going up the stairs, they passed Olivia coming back down. She smiled at them and bumped hips with Calvin.
"Olivia, you're going to make me fall down the stairs!"
"I would never," She told him, poking him in the side before continuing down the stairs.
The guys made it successfully up the stairs and made their way into the apartment. The movers had just set down the couch and left the apartment.
"Alright, Calvin," Elliot looked at the box he was holding, "Yours says 'Olivia', so go put that one in Olivia's room. Dickie, yours says 'Calvin', so go put that one in the blue room."
Both boys nodded and went to go out their boxes down. Elliot put his in the kitchen area.
Olivia came through the door carrying three boxes, struggling to see around them.
Elliot quickly grabbed two of them from her. "How on earth did you make it up three flights of stairs, without killing yourself, with these?"
"One of a woman's many secrets," She responded grinning at him.
They both turned when they heard the boys come back down the hallway.
"You already look worn out," Olivia commented to Calvin, brushing the sweaty hair off of his forehead.
"Dickie told me if I carry more boxes, I'll get some muscles," He flexed his arm and turned to the adults. "You see any yet?"
Dickie laughed, "It takes longer than thirty minutes of working."
Olivia smiled at Calvin before shoving him towards the door, "Let's go get more boxes."
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After goofing off, a lunch break, more goofing off, and three more hours of work, all of the boxes and furniture were inside the new apartment. After the movers left, Olivia and Elliot put together her and Calvin's beds.
Now Olivia was ushering Elliot and Dickie towards the front door. "Elliot, go home. It's already late enough, Calvin and I can do the rest," She insisted.
"Fine," Elliot told her, giving in. "But if you need any more help, call."
"I will. Thank you," She told him earnestly.
"Our pleasure, see you in the morning."
"See you, bye Dickie," She added as he followed his father out the door.
"Bye, Aunt Liv. Bye Calvin!"
"See you after school," Calvin called out from where he was sprawled on the couch.
After shutting and locking the door, Olivia turned and walked over to the couch. She plopped down next to Calvin, exhausted. "You should go get ready for bed, school tomorrow."
"Okay." Calvin got up and made his way to his new room.
Olivia stretched out on the couch and closed her eyes. She had just about dozed off when Calvin called out.
"Olivia, where's my toothbrush?"
"In the box that says bathroom."
A minute of silence, "I can't find-. Oh, never mind!"
Olivia laughed to herself.
Calvin came back a few minutes later, wearing basketball shorts and a baggy tee shirt. "You should go to bed too," He told her in a matter-of-fact voice.
"I will, eventually. Do you need something?"
Calvin shifted and mumbled something.
"What was that?"
He cleared his throat and said louder, "Can you come… say goodnight? And make sure my window is locked," He added on quickly.
Olivia's eyes softened and she smiled at him, "Of course." She got up and followed him to his room.
Calvin's room consisted of one window, his bed, a dresser, which they would fill with his clothes over the week, a small closet, and a desk.
Calvin jumped and then sat on his bed while Olivia checked the window.
"Okay, it's locked," She informed him, pulling the blinds down. She walked over to his bed, ruffled his hair and planted a quick kiss on top of his head, "Goodnight."
"Night," He responded with a yawn, rolling over and closing his eyes.
Olivia flipped his light off as she left, making her way back down the hallway. She pulled her coffee maker out of a box and set it on the counter for in the morning. She then turned all of the lights off, except Calvin's bathroom light, so he had some light flickering into his room. She walked into her room, quickly getting ready for bed in the bathroom before setting her alarm, turning off her own lights, and crawling into bed. She instantly fell asleep.
A few hours later, Olivia woke up with a strange feeling. She glanced at her clock: 1:45am. She sat up and listened, wondering what woke her. She was about to lay back down, when she heard Calvin screaming down the hall.