A/N: Alright, I'll admit it. I feel bad after writing Moving On. It hurt to not have it become E/O. But honestly, speaking of that story, after I actually see "Closet" , I might continue it and make it E/O eventually. Eh .. It depends on how much I like Kurt. (which right now, is about negative infinity percent.)
But guess what?
(SPOLIERS TO 4/22 EPISODE, "CLOSET")
I hear Liv is breaking up with Kurt in that episode. And I also hear that El is going to go have a "talk" with the guy. Oh wow. That will be great!
Plus, there's word of some certain E/O moments too, i.e. a late night working session and a drink after work. Okay, not much. Not the long passion ensuing kiss we're all dying for. Not the "late night in the cribs" action either. But never fear E/O lovers, for I am very much hoping that this is all correct in saying that Liv WILL be breaking up with Kurt.
By the way, for those of you who haven't heard the episode's actual plot, here you go, because I'm nice and you love me :-) :
THE MURDER OF AN INVESTMENT BANKER UNCOVERS A HIDDEN AFFAIR WITH A PRO FOOTBALL QUARTERBACK AND PUTS DETECTIVE OLIVIA BENSON'S (MARISKA HARGITAY) JOB IN JEOPARDY.When money manager Jeremy Grandon is found murdered in his loft, detectives Benson and Elliot Stabler (Christopher Meloni) initially suspect troubled teenager, Freddie Ramirez (guest star David Del Rio). A hidden video camera leads the detectives to the victims secret lover, Lincoln Morse (guest star Bailey Chase), a star-studded pro- football player whose agent, Gary Lesley (guest star Rick Hoffman), may go too far in protecting his client's persona. Morse's history of memory loss brings defense attorney Rebecca Balthus (guest star Beverly D'Angelo) into the case, while Detective Benson finally finds a boyfriend, Kurt Foss (guest star Bill Pullman), an editor at the Ledger who unfortunately clashes with her detective work. Also starring: Adam Beach, Dann Florek, Ice-T, Diane Neal, Tamara Tunie, Richard Belzer, and BD Wong.
You all excited? I know I am, and also, not. It'll be weird seeing Mariska with a man on the show, well, as more than just partners/friends/co-workers/family/victims/perps. (Did I get everyone?) But who isn't ready for some more E/O time?
(SPOILERS OVER)
Oh and did you all catch Paternity the other night? Heck yes. Talk about amazing! Made me get to thinking of some things to write in this chapter…
Sorry, sorry. Is it just me, or do my Author Notes seem to be getting longer and longer and longer and - :-)
FINE! I'll shut up and allow you to get along with the story.
Ok I lied.
What? I have to actually talk about the story now, considering the fact that it is the last chapter.
It's a bittersweet ending in a way. Though mostly bitter.
I'm going to miss updating this story so much. :-( See there's my frown-y face saying goodbye.
But, anyway, without further ado here you are my friends. The final, final, chapter …
Of Dangerously Close.
Disclaimer: I FEEL A SONG COMING ON!!
(clears throat)
Dun dun. Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dun. My attempt at the SVU theme, haha.
You see, if this amazing show were mine, I could so have my own camera crew follow me around everywhere, especially to class. And then, when a teacher asks me a question I don't know the answer to, I could turn to my them and nod. Then they'd play (DOINK DOINK) and the scene would switch and I wouldn't have to answer the question.
Alas, I do not have a camera crew, so now when my teacher asks me to simplify 4i / 2 15 - (9x3) + 69/40 … I actually have to answer.
SVU is still not mine. Darn you Dick!
Dick Wolf: "H-
Me: "So help me, if you even think the word ha, I will have Chris Meloni come over to your house and kick you're a-double-s so hard that you won't even remember your own name!"
Dick Wolf: (silence)
Me: (smugly) "Thought so."
Several months later …
There was only one thing I hated more than rapists, pedophiles, and murderers. Only one other thing that could drive me up the wall more than those jackasses ever could.
But only slightly.
A long day at the precinct … surrounded by years of paperwork … without my gorgeous Elliot there to keep me from going insane.
True, he'd only left a few minutes ago, but still …
I was jolted from my work by one of the greatest sounds in the world at the moment. I grinned widely as the song I Need You by LeAnn Rimes filled the squad-room.
"Hello?" I called into my cell phone, grateful for the distraction.
"Hey babe. How are things going?" I smiled as the lovely sound of my ex-partners voice filled my eardrum.
"Oh just swimmingly," I stated sarcastically, glancing around at the pile of paperwork that I was supposed to be doing.
Key word - supposed. In reality, I was playing with my makeshift paper clip shooter; in other words, a rubber band.
Elliot chuckled at the bitter quality to my voice. "John and I will be back soon, Liv. I promise. But admit it; you just miss me already."
I sighed audibly. "Oh yes El. I can just barely function without you by my side 24/7."
Elliot laughed again. "I know. It's hard being away from your fiancé for even 2 seconds while he runs down to the coffee shop to pick us up some … well, coffee."
"More like 20 minutes," I mumbled, causing another bark of laughter to erupt from Elliot.
"Hey it's not funny! Your partner is off gallivanting around chasing some lunatic while I sit here, staring at this humongous pile of paperwork -not all of which is mine, I might add- while my partnerand my fiancé go for an hour-long coffee run."
Elliot's laughter rang through the phone. "Sweetheart, we live in New York. Do you know how bad the traffic is?" He paused as the rest of my words sank in. "And what do you mean Fin's off chasing some lunatic? He was supposed to wait for me to go after Gitano."
Even over the phone, I could detect the pout in Elliot's voice. I hid the laughter in my own voice as I responded. "Well, he likes paperwork about as much as I do. Did you honestly think he'd stick around much longer after you left?"
Elliot grumbled incoherently.
I laughed. "And hurry back with my coffee. This paperwork is bad enough. Top that with the fact that I didn't get much sleep last night -" I layered the comment with double meaning while, I knew, Elliot was smirking, "and it's a nightmare."
"I will Olivia. I promise. John and I are at the front of the line right now. I'll see you soon. I love you."
I smiled, loving the way those words effortlessly flew out of his mouth. And I loved even more that those words were directed towards me. Not Kathy, not his kids, not any of his family members. But me.
"I love you too El. See ya." Click.
I set my phone back on my desk, beside my rubber-band paper clip shooter, and leaned back in my chair.
It had been a few months since Kathy had died, and I had finally come to terms with the fact that it wasn't me who killed her. It was the other guy, the drunk driver. I tell you, though, that guy was the perfect example of what not to do while driving.
And, as bad as this may sound, that was probably one of the best days of my life.
No, honestly. If that whole crash hadn't happened, Elliot and I never would've gotten to where we are today. He would've stayed at home, and stayed with Kathy, until the day he died. Even though, he told me countless times over the past few glorious months that he would always love me best.
Apparently, he'd been in love with me from day one, much like I was with him. He had always thought, she'd never love me back. I may care for her more than anyone -besides my kids, of course- but she would never feel the same way.
Sound familiar? Yeah, that matched my feelings exactly … well, minus the kids part of course.
Speaking of kids … I patted my stomach softly. 2 months along. At this, I let a huge smile fill my face. El and I are going to have a baby. I became giddy at the thought.
Of course, this -and our engagement- had come with serious repercussions. Munch and Fin were broken up as a team -much to the delight of Fin. As I remember it, the day they found out, Fin had jumped up on his desk, pumped his fists in the air repeatedly, and shouted "Oh thank you Lord! I may have lost the bet, but no more conspiracy theories. Oh bless you!"
I had chuckled then. Munch had smiled too, though that may have been due to the fact that he had won 200 bucks for that little bet. Or, possibly, because he didn't have to work with Mr. Hothead, as he liked to say.
John had gotten glares from both Fin and Elliot for that crack.
Which reminds me, El and I never got them back for that little bet. I smirked evilly. Well, we'll have to do something about that won't we?
I was brought back to reality as I heard the sound of two arguing voices and accompanying footsteps enter the room.
"Dammit John. For the last time, we are not naming our child John Fitzgerald Kennedy Stabler!" I bit my lip to hide my fit of giggles. There was my lovely fiancé now.
Fiancé. Kind of has a ring to it, right? I think so too.
The night he proposed was the greatest day/night of my life. I mean, not only was it the night I got engaged to the love of my life -my soul mate, as John and Fin so lovingly put it- but it was also the night Elliot and I had … well. How can I put this delicately?
Resolved our sexual tension? I almost chuckled aloud at the thought, as Huang's words repeated over and over in my head.
(FLASHBACK)
"Olivia?" Elliot asked gently, pulling my head up to look into his baby blue eyes; the eyes I had fallen in love with so many years ago.
"Mmm?" I asked, content in my placement, and not wanting to disturb the peacefulness surrounding us.
"I want to ask you something." My boyfriend sounded suddenly nervous.
"Alright?" I asked, confused. Elliot smiled and tugged on my wrist gently, pulling me easily from the blanket into a standing position.
The stars in the hazy heavens trembled above us. The moon hung lazily in the sky above Central Park, casting a beautiful glow all around.
"Now, I want to do this right, okay? Please don't laugh; that'll ruin it for me. Promise?" He looked into my eyes expectantly.
Oh, like I could ever refuse this man anything. "Of course."
Elliot smiled beautifully and, taking my hand in his, he slid gently down onto one knee.
Oh my God, I thought. He's going to - I'm going to - Tears began leaking from my eyes.
"Remember you promised," Elliot whispered, still holding my hand as he reached into his pocket to pull out a small black box.
I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to cry. I wanted to tell him that I had absolutely no intention of laughing at the moment, but I was at a loss for words.
Baby blue eyes met brown as Elliot began his speech. Seemingly unrehearsed, but if I knew Elliot like I knew I did, it had taken him a long time to think of this.
"Olivia Benson?" He gazed at me intently, conveying easily each emotion he was feeling at that moment. Terror, nervousness, fear, but above all, love. His beautiful eyes were soft but, somehow, still scorching. "I promise to love you forever - each and every single day of forever. Will you marry me?"
He popped open the box in his right hand and locked his eyes with mine, awaiting my verdict. And, as I'd said before, how on Earth could I refuse this man?
There were so many things I wanted to say, most of them more disgustingly gooey and romantic than my best friend could ever dream me being capable of. But, rather than embarrassing myself with any of those things, I answered with a simple, "Yes."
He smiled brightly and rose to his feet, placing the gorgeous old-fashioned ring upon my left ring finger. "I love you Olivia. Thank you."
He placed the box back into his pocket and kissed each of the fingers on my left hand before finally placing his tender lips upon the ring which would forever remain on my finger, and would forever be mine.
(END FLASHBACK)
"Oh come on Elliot. J.F.K. was the greatest president the United States has ever seen! It would be an honor to be named after him." Munch's persistent voice brought me back to the present time and my gaze drifted to the doorway where the two men were just entering.
"Yeah? Then go change your name." Elliot rolled his eyes and walked swiftly over to my desk. "Here's your coffee babe," he whispered, handing me the plastic cup and kissing my cheek.
"Thanks," I grinned, watching as he gently patted my stomach with the hand not holding his coffee. He lowered himself slowly and placed gentle lips upon my stomach.
"And no matter what Mean Ol' Grandpa Munch says, honey, you will not be named after J.F.K," Elliot said to my belly, loudly enough to cause John to glare at him from his desk where he had just set down his cup of coffee.
I chuckled as Munch called noisily, "Says you! I bet Liv would go for it, right dear?" John asked, moving quickly to stand by my side.
"Sorry John. I have to agree with Elliot here. I really don't think our child would be very happy growing up with a name like that, though it suits you fine," I added quickly, aware of Munch's deflating form. "Besides, what if it's a girl?"
John perched himself on the edge of my desk and thought for a minute, whilst Elliot and I exchanged a look across our desks.
"Then you could call her …Jonithha?" he suggested. He is not serious.
"Sorry John, but no.," I giggled.
He sighed and walked back over to his desk. "Well, you two certainly know how to make a man feel loved."
"We know, John," Elliot said, looking towards me, a big smile on his face, and rolled his eyes. "We know."
"I still say John would be an excellent name."
"God, is it just me, or did it seem to take forever for everyone to leave?" I complained to daddy dearest upon our entrance to the locker room at the precinct.
Oh, how I loved this room.
"No, it's not just you. I swear, it's like Cragen was trying to keep everyone here late," Elliot chuckled as he gently pushed me backwards toward the locker.
"I love you Elliot," I whispered, tugging gently to pull him closer to my over-excited body.
"I love you more," he whispered, smiling as he kissed my lips slowly, before forming a trail to my neck.
"You compare one tree to the entire forest," I murmured, loving the effect his lips were having upon every single inch of my skin.
"Impossible," he stated firmly.
I laughed. "I love you. I want you. I need you. Now."
He smiled, and bowed his head like one of those good Southern gentlemen. Taking on a rather impressive Southern accent, he whispered, "Anything for you ma'am."
And his hand slowly began to work it's way down … down … down …
There. Now that's the spot.
I don't need a lot of things
I can get by with nothing
Of all the blessings life can bring
I've always needed something
But I've got all I want
When it comes to loving you
You're my only reason
You're my only truth
I need you like water
Like breath, like rain
I need you like mercy
From heaven's gate
There's a freedom in your arms
That carries me through
I need you