Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine. I cannot believe how selfish Dickie's become over the years. Hmph.
Author's Note: So...how's life everybody? Okay, done with the politeness. LOL! Uhm, if you were one of my "Instant Messages" winners and you chose this story then you're ideas will be in the next couple chapters. I hope you guys like this one. It's really really really random. LMAO! Anyways... read and review!
"What are you talking about Kathleen?!?!?!?!" Elliot erupted in a fit of mock-outrage and half-humor. His eyes were as wide as saucers and Kathleen couldn't help but let out a laugh. This whole argument was based on something that was, in Kathleen's opinion, so outrgaiously stupid they didn't even need to be having the conversation.
After getting over her laughing fit Kathleen finally repeated to her father, "I'm talking about going to Spain Daddy!"
"But...why?" Elliot asked in a very sorry manner. Kathleen almost had to laugh again simply from the look on his face.
"Because. It'll be good for me to study abroad...and besides you and Liv could always come visit me and have somewhere free to stay. And, both sets of twins would have a ton of fun and it would be very educational for anyone that visited! Come on Dad! Think about it!"
"I'm thinking about it...And I'm thinking about how I raised a freaking psycho!" Kathleen snorted and smacked her almost grinning father playfully on the arm.
"Daddy! Come on! Maureen went to Rome! Lizzie and Dickie want to go somewhere in Europe and you've already told them it'll be okay. So why can't I? It'll only be six months!"
"You can't because there will be two other girls and three boys with you! Plus you'd have to fly all the way there and I just don't trust planes these days! It's crazy!"
"Dad. Listen. To. Me. You and Liv helped me save the money over the last two summers and I already told my friends I am going, so I'm going. Besides...Liv thinks it'll be good to get away with some people my age. So, will you please give me your blessing?!?!?!?! I don't wanna feel bad for six months just because my dad won't give me a simple, 'it's fine with me.' I mean seriously Pops, are you really going to be that over-protective?" Kathleen Stabler was on a tangent and wouldn't stop until she got what she want.
Elliot knew how his daughter got when she was determined and decided to give in, "Fine. You have my blessing."
"Okay. I'm gonna go get packed."
"Packed? When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow on the red-eye."
"Kathleen Michelle Stabler! You were going whether I gave you my blessing or not weren't you?"
"Okay, so maybe I already had the plane ticket and told everyone I was going and...yea. I was going." Elliot laughed and Kathleen pecked his cheek, running up the stairs to pack.
Elliot saw his wife walk into the room with a shit-eating grin that he had helped her perfect plastered ear to ear on her beautiful face. "I cannot believe you knew about this little trip to Spain that Kathleen is going on and you didn't tell me about it." He said mock-accusingly and laughing.
"Well El, I would've talked to you but she told me this morning and if I remember correctly you were dead-set on going to the Nichaelson arraignment with Munch and Fin. So technically...it isn't my fault you didn't know."
Elliot laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist, noticing his youngest twins scurrying into the room.
"Daddy! Mommy!" Bryce and Breanna rushed to the living room and slid on the hard-wood floor.
"Yes, my dearies?" Olivia asked smirking at her two and a half year old twins.
"We go Spain Mama?" Elliot and Olivia looked at each other and laughed.
"Well Bryce, Breanna, let us put this in a very simple form."
"No."
Bryce and Breanna looked at each other and shrugged, "We go see Gra'pa Don an Unca Fin an Unca Munchie an Aun' Case an...er'ybody else t'en?"
Elliot and Olivia looked at each other laughing at Bryce and Breanna's progressing speach and then nodded in agreement at their twins. "That we can manage."