Notes: My apologies for the cliffhanger at the end of Chapter 4- I couldn't resist! But I hope you E/O shippers out there appreciate this new installment... a true E/O chapter if I do say so myself! Also, at the end of this I'm posting a segment of a different SVU I'm writing. TEll me if you guys likey and I'll post that too! Okay, I'm gonna shut up now. ENJOY! :D 3 SilvrBlade
Chapter 5: Elliot&Olivia... AT LAST!
"Elliot?" Olivia called feebily from her room. "Elliot is that you?"
Elliot clipped his gun back to his side and ran into Olivia's room. She was standing in the corner shivering.
"Olivia," he breathed with relief. He took her into his arms and wrapped his arms around her. "God, Liv are you alright? I heard you scream and I could only imagine the worst."
"I'm fine," she told him, feeling safe enough in his arms to stop trembling. "I came out of my room and someone was going through my things. I screamed and he got scared and ran off down the fire escape. Oh Elliot, I thought he was here to kill me!"
"I know," he soothed. "He was probably just a burgurlar nosing around. You scared him off, and he's gone. You're safe now, and that's all that matters."
"You're right," she sighed. "Can you help me get cleaned up?"
"Sure," he smiled.
Soon the room was clean and the two were sitting on the couch, Olivia fitting perfectly against his muscular chest and her face right up next to his. Elliot was flipping through the tv channels, when the news came on.
"Wait wait wait!" Olivia told him when he flipped to channel 11. "I wanna watch this!"
Elliot stopped flipping and watched with her. The fimiliar news lady ruffled her papers and began to speak.
"In our more sad news today, there is still no word on the Olivia Benson hit-and-run in Central Park," she told the camera. "For those of you who haven't heard the story Detective Olivia Benson and her partner Detective Elliot Stabler of Special Victims Unit were working in Central Park with their squad, trying to catch a serial rapist. Detective Benson had bravely put herself out as bait for the man, when a white van with two masked figures came down the road. Witnesses say Detective Benson had recognized this as not her vehicle and became suspicious when it stopped in front of her. Then, when a man stepped out holding a gun, she quickly began to run for it.
"Witnesses also say Detective Benson was not armed, but her partner, Elliot Stabler, was and in fact promptly shot the man who killed her. No word on the driver of the van, who sped off without a trace. In brighter news however, a funeral was held yesterday in her honor, and wouldn't you know it nearly all of New York came out to honor her. As said in one of the speeches, Detective Benson touched the hearts of many, and will be remember for ages to come."
The news woman then began to talk about the stock market, and Elliot flipped the channel. Olivia settled back into Elliot, and he wrapped his arms around her comfortingly.
"Did you see them?" she asked sadly. "In the pictures? God, Elliot, everyone looked so sad!"
"Don't worry about it," he told her. "Of course everyone's sad- you've really grown on us over the years." He smirked as she smacked him lightly. "But once we catch the person behind your shooting, they'll be overjoyed to have you back."
"Have you told Cragen I'm alive?" she asked. "He'll be pissed if he ever finds out you were keeping me a secret. Remember last time with Alex? He found out we had been keeping her a secret and he had nearly had our badges, jobs, and our asses on a silver platter."
"I remember that," Elliot laughed. "And no, I haven't. I'm not really sure I should, if you know what I mean. The less people that know the better."
"I know," she sighed.
There was a moment of silence.
"What?" Elliot asked as she glanced out the window.
"Nothing," she replied vaguely. "Just... thinking."
"About what?" he asked, pulling her close.
"About us," Olivia told him. "I never knew this could happen between us; I always promised myself I would never date a co-worker because it could affect me out in the feild. But, when I'm with you, I feel so relaxed, so safe. I don't feel like I need to hide you."
"That's good," Elliot smiled. "I'm glad you made an exception for me."
"Do you think if Cragen finds out about us he'll keep us from being partners?" Olivia suddenly asked. "You know, if I even can go back? Just because it will affect us on the feild so much..."
"Let's not worry about that now, okay?" Elliot told her. He leaned his face up closer to hers and kissed her forehead softly. "Right now, let's just... let's just be us."
"You're right," she smiled. "I guess I'm just finding it hard to relax."
"Well," Elliot laughed getting up and going over to the radio, "let's see what our good friends on the radio have to say about that!"
Olivia laughed as Rascal Flatt's Love You Out Loud began to blast from the small plastic radio. Elliot picked up her hairbrush and began to sing, a broad smile plastered on his face.
"I!" he sang along with the music. "Have always been a little shy! I've always been the quiet type till now! And ay-yay-I! Have never let ma feelins' show! I never let anybody know just how..."
Olivia got up from the couch and grabbed her other hairbrush. She laughed and began to sing with him.
"...much I was, so deep in love!" they sang, smiling broadly. "But now that you're in my arms! I'm gonna stand on the rooftop, climb up a mountaintop; scream n' shout! I wanna sing it on a radio, show it on a video baby, leave no doubt! I want the whole world to know, just what I'm all about, I love to love you out loud!"
Olivia laughed as Elliot pulled her against him and they dropped their brushes. Pressed up against his chest, Olivia snaked her arms up around his neck and their gazes locked lovingly. Elliot placed his hands on her hips, and they swayed along, not caring what song was playing. Olivia put her head on Elliot's chest and sighed, closing her eyes as they swayed rhythmically.
"I love you, Elliot," she told him. "No matter what happens, I will always love you."
"I love you too, Liv," Elliot smiled, resting his chin gently on the top of her head. "And nothing will ever change that."
A hooded figure watched in digust from the fire escape as Elliot and Olivia danced. She thought she had taken care of that bitch! As Elliot and Olivia kissed, the figure turned her head away. She didn't need to see that.
Stealthily, she slimbed down the fire escape and hailed a cab.
"Where to, miss?" the cab driver asked as she climbed in.
"Manhatten," the figure replied, "and make it quick. I have some buisness to take care of."
Notes: Here da part of my other story I promised... leave in the comments your thoughts! If enough of you post that you like it I will add this to my list of stories. Thankies!
Rain splattered the windows of the Manhattan Police Precinct. Above, ominous dark clouds penetrated the grey sky and a large clap of thunder shook the building. Lightening lit the sky and the lights suddenly flickered.
"Damn it!" Detective John Munch shouted from his desk. He took his tough hand and smacked the side of the computer. "Stupid storm, messing with the electricity."
"Relax, Munch," Detective Elliot Stabler laughed from his own desk. "It's supposed to pass soon."
The room rang with the crash of thunder, and the lights suddenly flickered and ceased. Detective Munch opened his mouth to swear again, but Detective Fin Tutuola shouted "Shut up, Munch!" before he could say anything. Police Captain Cragen suddenly came out of his office, carrying flashlights.
He tossed them to Munch and Elliot, who handed them out to the other officers. Soon, the precinct was lit with candles and dim flashlights.
"That's better," Elliot announced, returning to his desk.
"Yeah, maybe for you," Munch replied. "I just lost my entire DD5! I have to start all over!"
"Poor Munch," Fin laughed, lighting a candle by the window.
"Has anyone seen Benson?" the captain suddenly asked.
"No," Elliot announced. He checked his watch. "She went out earlier, didn't say what for."
"She didn't take you with her?" Fin asked, raising a brow.
Elliot shook his head. "I was buried in paperwork and she didn't want me to lose my mojo. She promised she'd be back soon though."
"When was that?" Cragen asked.
"Five o'clock," Elliot replied. "It's only five thirty, Captain."
"No, Elliot," Munch replied. "It's six thirty. She's been out for an hour and a half."
Elliot tapped his watch, annoyed.
"Stabler," Captain Cragen snapped, "where is Benson?"
Elliot looked up at Cragen nervously.
"I don't know."
Detective Olivia Benson found herself sprinting through the pouring rain, trying desperately not to slip on the wet road. Behind her she could hear large footsteps pounding behind her, and she didn't dare turn around.
"Come on, Benson!" he shouted behind her. "That all you got?"
She turned the corner, grabbing a stop sign to steady herself as she turned the corner and leapt up onto the sidewalk. Come on, Benson, she urged herself. Just a few more blocks…
Her heart was pounding inside her chest, and her lungs were burning with the effort as her feet slapped the wet concrete. Behind she could still hear the perp chasing her, and her blood rushed in her ears. Just a few more blocks!
Her soaked brunette hair was plasterd to her neck and face, but Olivia dared not use her energy to move it, not while she still had a ways to go. Wind blew into her face, sending the raindrops into her eyes and face. But she didn't care, all she had to do was make it to the precinct and he wouldn't be able to follow her any more. Then she was safe.
Ahead, her heart leapt as she saw the familiar building come into view. She was almost there! She just had to reach the door. Olivia raced up the steps as thunder crashed overhead, and she ran up to the glass doors. She punched in the code and pulled on the doors, but they didn't budge. Shit. The power was out.
"Open up!" she panted desperately, pounding her fists on the wet glass and trying to catch her breath to yell. "It's Detective Benson, open up!" She turned around; the figure had caught up. "HELP!"
"I'm coming for you, Benson!" the figure almost sang, approaching the stairs.
Olivia reached for her gun holster and suddenly realized she had left her gun in the car. Idiot! she thought.
He laughed meniacly as he began as he began to climb the stairs.
"HELP ME!" Olivia cried again desperately, bashing her fists on the glass door. Maybe she could break the glass. "OPEN UP! HELP!"