A/N: 'ello! As you've probably noticed, you're going to get a new chapter every day now until the story is finished. Which, will be on Wednesday and you'll get two on Wednesday. I'm going to finish writing today…only two chapters left. Thank you everyone for all of your reviews, they seriously make my day. Everything goes to its rightful owners.
Calvin stared out the window, blinking slowly. He felt the car pull to a stop, but it didn't click with his brain. Or, at least until Dickie shook his shoulder and asked if he was going to get out. He slid across the seat slowly and walked to the edge of the lawn where he stopped. He watched as Olivia stood up and made her way towards him with her thumbs in her pockets. She stopped a few feet in front of him. "Hey, Cal," She said to him warmly, her eyes sparkling.
"Can you pinch me?"
"What?" Olivia questioned, a wide grin spreading across her face.
Calvin held out his arm. "I need to know if this is real."
"Okay…" She reached out and pinched his arm, hard.
"Ow, Olivia, you didn't have to do it that-" He froze and looked up at her with wide eyes before launching himself into her arms. He inhaled deeply against her shoulder. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and leaned her check against his head and exhaled, finally relaxing.
"I missed you," He mumbled against her.
"I missed you too."
He pulled back and Olivia reluctantly released him. "I hung out with Marcus yesterday."
Surprise flickered across her face. "You did?"
"Uh-huh. And his nieces and nephews, Elliot, Dickie and I beat Marcus and his niece and nephew at baseball!"
"That's awesome."
"Yeah, it was a lot of fun! How was your job?"
"Let's go inside and I'll tell you, I'm sure Elliot wants to know too."
"Yes, Elliot does want to know," Elliot agreed from the front door. When Olivia walked through the door he said, "Good to have you back."
"Good to be back," She agreed.
Once they were all seated at the table, minus Kathy and Lizzie who were making lunch, Olivia started her story. "Well, I would have been back a lot sooner," She started, shooting an apologetic smile at Calvin, "but the perp didn't try anything at first, she suspected something."
"She?" Elliot questioned.
"Yup, the perp was a woman. Apparently her daughter was once a prostitute, and sadly died. She went through a mental meltdown and came to the conclusion that all the prostitutes her daughter was associated with should die too."
"Wow," Dickie commented, his mouth hanging open.
"So how'd you catch her?" Calvin prodded intently.
"I'm getting there," Olivia told him with a grin, poking his arm. "Be patient."
He leaned closer to her, staring intently.
"My job was to act as a well known prostitute's body guard," She explained. "A source confirmed that the girl I was protecting and the perp's daughter used to work together, therefore making her the next victim. So I followed her around for the first week and absolutely nothing happened. The cops I was working with almost pulled me out thinking they had the wrong person. But then…"
"Then what?" Calvin demanded, wide eyed. "Did the girl you were protecting get sent a body part, a threatening letter, or find hundreds of pictures of herself all over the place?"
Olivia gave Calvin a sharp look, "I thought I told you no more watching Criminal Minds?"
"Continue the story!" Calvin pleaded, ignoring her question.
Olivia narrowed her eyes at him before continuing. "But then the suspect contacted the girl and asked if they could meet. So a few days later, I went with her to the meeting. They just talked and then we left. But that night, the girl decided to walk outside for a minute to smoke. That's when I heard a crash. I rushed out as fast as I could, and sure enough, there was the suspect, attempting to beat the living daylights out of the girl with a metal trash can lid. After we arrested her, we found her bag a few feet away, inside contained the duct tape, which after we sent to CSU, found out the fibers, matched the tape found on the other girls."
"Was the girl okay?" Calvin asked worriedly.
Olivia smiled fondly at him. "She was fine, just beaten up pretty bad." She turned to Elliot, "Anything interesting happen at the precinct?"
"We got a case, but it's solved and now there's just even more paperwork to do."
"Lovely."
"Are we staying for lunch?" Calvin asked, regaining the attention of his mom.
"You can if you want," Elliot interjected. "But I understand if you're exhausted."
Olivia nodded and turned back to Calvin, "Well?"
"Can we go home? Not that I don't like it here," He added smiling at Elliot sheepishly.
"Hey, don't worry about offending me," Elliot told him. "I'd want to go home too."
"We can go home," Olivia told Calvin. "Why don't you go pack up your stuff real quick?"
"Okay." Calvin sped off towards the living room. Olivia could hear him throwing stuff into his bag as fast as he could. Then he ran back through the kitchen and down the hallway.
"Thanks for letting him stay again," Olivia said to her partner.
"No problem."
"Did he behave?"
"He was great," Elliot assured her.
"Good. I have the whole week off so I'll be able to pick him up every day. Although I might come into work later in the week, but I'll just take off early so I can pick him up."
"Alright." They both turned and laughed as Calvin came jogging back into the kitchen, carrying an armful of his stuff. His forehead had a streak of toothpaste across it. "Okay, I have everything."
"Positive? Cal, how on earth did you get toothpaste on your forehead? Come here," Olivia gestured for him to come over.
He came to stand by her seat, "I tried grabbing my toothpaste but it slipped out of my hands and when I grabbed it before it fell, I must have squeezed it too hard since it squirted out of the bottle onto my face…but my hands were full so I couldn't- ew. Olivia, don't do that," He whined.
Olivia had wiped most of it off with a napkin, then had licked her finger and rubbed it across his forehead to get the rest of it off. "Oh, don't be a baby."
"But that's gross," He protested.
"Well now I'm done. Are you ready?"
"Uh-huh."
"What do you say to the Stabler's?"
Calvin turned towards Elliot. "Thank you for letting me stay with you while Olivia had to work."
"You're welcome," Elliot said with a smile.
"Let's go now," Calvin said, grabbing Olivia's arm and dragging her into the living room. He picked up his overflowing duffel bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder.
"Do you need help?" Olivia asked.
"No, I got it, just come on!" He walked out the front door.
"Someone's in a hurry to leave." She turned to Elliot while she was halfway out the door. "Thanks again. I'll see you later."
"Bye," He told her, waving to Calvin.
Olivia walked to the car, unlocking it so Calvin could shove his things into the back seat. He then climbed into the passenger seat next to Olivia. "Want to pick something up for lunch or go to the store and get groceries?"
"Let's get Chinese. I haven't had that since the last time we had it!"
"Me neither," Olivia agreed. "Okay, let's go get Chinese."
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After completely stuffing themselves with teriyaki chicken, fried rice, and egg rolls, the two Benson's were slouched on the couch in their apartment, listening to nothing but the sound of the washer washing a load of dirty clothes. Calvin was the first to break the silence, "I got to meet Abby yesterday."
"You did?" Olivia questioned, shifting her position so she could look at him better. "How was that?"
"It was good. She licked me all over my face."
Olivia laughed, "Gross."
"Yeah, it kind of smelled. But it means she likes me."
"How could anything not like you?"
Calvin went quiet for a minute before answering quietly, "That's what I always wondered when mom, Vivian, came home with her headaches and didn't want to do anything with me. Even after I didn't do anything wrong."
Olivia's eyes flickered over to his. "Oh, Cal, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"
He cut her off, "I know. I was just saying."
She leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder. "I could never stop liking you."
"I know," He said softly, then snorted.
"What?" Olivia asked him, "What's so funny?"
"Your head is heavy."
"That's because my head is full of knowledge," She retorted.
"Or a rock," Calvin teased.
Olivia reached over and poked his side. Calvin squirmed. She kept poking him until water was streaming down his face from laughing and his back was flat against the couch. "Take it back," She told him while grinning, pinning his arms and legs to the couch so he couldn't escape.
"Your head is not full of rocks," He said. "Now get off, please."
She released him and moved back to the other end of the couch. He sat up and glared at her slightly, before scooting back closer to her. Olivia raised an eyebrow at him but he just shrugged and leaned against her. "You didn't ever call," He told her simply.
"I know. I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"I was never alone. If I would have chanced making a call around those people, someone could have traced the call or something and found you. I wasn't about to risk that."
"That makes absolutely no sense to me, but okay."
"You'll understand, someday."
"Okay." He yawned. "I think I'm going to go to bed." Calvin curled up against Olivia's side, and wrapped an arm around her waist and sighed.
"I thought you were going to bed?" Olivia asked with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute…" His eyes drifted shut.
"Calvin," Olivia urged. "You'd be more comfortable in your bed. Come on." She untangled herself from his arms and attempted to get him up, but he just collapsed back down on the couch, and started snoring. "Okay, you can sleep on the couch…" Olivia muttered to herself. She looked around for a blanket. Grabbing the one on the end of the couch, she covered him up with it before kissing his head and heading to her own room for the night.