A/N: Sorry for the delay. I'm slowly losing my inspiration for writing... Hopefully I can get it back. Please read and review for more.
Disclaimer: Only own Bella.
"To leave. To leave and never ever come back to New York," Tucker threatened, glaring at Elliot and holding up a sheet of paper.
Elliot reached out and took the sheet of paper. "A transfer form?"
"Yes. One for Benson is behind it," Tucker replied. "Pick any state but New York to be a police officer and we won't have a problem."
Elliot was in shock. "What? New York is our home! We want to raise our daughter here! You better have a very good reason for all of this!" he yelled at the men on his doorstep, angrily waving the sheets of paper around.
"Indeed we do, Stabler," Dean Porter finally spoke up again. "You and your precious partner/ wife are ruining all our reputations by being the 'best'," he said, using his fingers as quotation marks when he said best.
"And if the Commissioner finds out that I let you two get married and have a child, while remaining partners. I could lose my job and I'm not losing my job for you two."
"Well I don't care about your job!" Elliot replied, furiously. "There are only two jobs I care about. Mine and my wife's!" He tore the forms in half right in Tucker's face and threw them to the ground.
"El? What's going on out here, baby?" Olivia asked concerned, walking over to the men in the front doorway, baby-less. Bella was still being held hostage by her doting Grandpa, Aunts and Uncles. "Why can't you two just leave our family alone?" she snapped at the uninvited guests.
Tucker shook his head and said, "We'll be back. You will transfer, or I will get you two fired. Either way is fine with me. Just make up your minds. You have twenty-four hours. Come on, Porter," he said and practically dragged the agent along.
Elliot shut the door and found himself face to face with his wife. She was not happy and today was supposed to be a happy day. Their daughter's first day at home. "What, Liv?"
"Transfer?" she asked, folding her arms on her chest, waiting for an answer. She wanted to know what the Hell was going on.
Elliot sighed and cupped her cheek in his hand, caressing her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. "Let's talk about this when we're alone, baby," he suggested.
"Okay," Olivia whispered, deciding to let it go. Only for now though. But she was determined to find out by the end of the night though.
Taking Olivia's hand in his, Elliot kissed the back of it and said, "Let's go rescue our daughter, huh?"
"Yeah," Olivia agreed, smiling.
"Olivia, I think someone's hungry," Casey said, standing up with the baby to pass her back to her mother.
"Already?" Olivia asked, gently taking her daughter, who only quietly grizzling at the moment, Waving around tiny, angry closed fists and kicking her chubby little legs around aimlessly.
"You have to feed her every few hours, Liv," Elliot reminded her, rubbing the small of her back.
"It hasn't been a few hours yet," Olivia laughed, shaking her head. "She can't be hungry," she said, gently rubbing the baby's tiny back, pacing around the living room. Luckily, Bella started to settle down before she drifted off to sleep in the safety of her mother's arms. "See, I know my little princess. She was just tired and wanted her mommy."
The chatter amongst friends continued on for close to an hour before Bella showed her displeasure at the noise again.
"Okay, baby girl," Olivia cooed, rubbing the newborn's back and looked at her friends. "Thanks for coming. It's meant a lot to me, Elliot and Bella. But you'll have to excuse me and Baby Stabler," she excused herself and headed up to the pink and white painted nursery.
It had a bunny rabbit border running along the centre of each wall and 'Bella' was spelled out in large wooden letters, painted in white, above her white sleigh crib. A white wooden rocking chair was set in the corner, just feet from the crib with a pink frilly pillow on it for comfort. Opposite to the crib sat the white fancy changing table with pink fabric covering the top of it and beside that was the white wooden chest of drawers. The room for their little girl was also filled with various types of soft, plush toys, which of most were given as presents at the baby shower. And last but not least on top of a shelve above the changing set was a porcelain teddy bear, which Olivia had bought for her. Something she could cherish and hopefully one day pass down to her own child.
"Let's have some quiet time, huh, princess?" Olivia whispered to the baby, rubbing her back as she softly shut the nursery door behind her.
Bella grunted and rubbed her face with her tiny closed fist as if replying to her mother.
Olivia couldn't help but smile. She was loving every second of motherhood. She sat down on the rocking chair and began to gently rock back and forth. She was thinking this being a mother thing was going to be a breeze. She could do this with her eyes closed.
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Olivia woke to her daughter's unhappy screams from the nursery, the next bedroom over, for the third time during this first night and it was only quarter to two in the morning. She groaned as she stretched and yawned getting up again. "Okay, okay, princess. Mama's comin'," she whispered as she turned on the nursery light, practically stumbling in. "Hi, baby," she cooed, picking Bella up, bringing the newborn close to her chest. "It's okay. Mama's got you now. It's rough being a baby, huh? You have another bad dream, sweetie-pie?" she asked, although she knew that she wouldn't receive an answer, as she rubbed Bella's back.
She yawned as she laid the child on the changing table and grabbed the baby lotion down from shelf. "How about a soothing massage, huh, baby girl?" she whispered, brushing back Bella's dark brown downy hair. There wasn't much there though. She undressed Bella out her footie pajamas and squirted some lotion on to her hands before starting the soothing massage.
Finding his wife and daughter in the nursery, Elliot creeped in and wrapped his arms around Olivia from behind, startling her, making her jump nearly a foot into the air.
"Oh crap! El, you scared me and I almost had Bella calm enough to go back to sleep," she scolded her husband tiredly.
"Sorry, baby," he apologized, over the now screaming infant, kicking her legs wildly on the changing table. "Here, Liv, pass Belle to me and you go back to bed," he offered.
With a yawn, Olivia picked Bella up and kissed her on the forehead. "Night, baby girl. Daddy is going to help you get back to sleep," she cooed and passed Bella to her father before walking out of the nursery to go back to bed.
"Hello Bella Boo. Did Daddy accidentally scared you too, princess? Oh Daddy is very sorry," he cooed to her, rubbing her back and pacing around the room. Creeping up and scaring Olivia seemed funny at the time, in his mind. Now with their screaming, unhappy newborn daughter in his arms, it hadn't been such a good idea after all and now he was paying for it.
"Daddy is very sorry, Bella Boo. You don't need to be scared, little one. Daddy was just being silly," he spoke softly and kissed her warm, red, wet cheek as she cried in his ear.
She wasn't calming down yet and didn't seem like she'd be calming down anytime soon. Oh, Elliot was paying for his spare of the moment silliness. It was going to be a long night, he just knew it.
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Olivia woke the next morning to find Elliot sitting the rocking chair, holding a sleeping Bella on his chest. Bella was laying on her belly, legs bent beneath her and her head to the side, purple pacifier in mouth. She quickly tip-toed out and grabbed her cell phone and quietly raced back. She took a photo and smiled proudly at it, saving it as her background.
"Huh?" Elliot startled awake from the flash. "Oh, morning, Liv," he whispered, very gently getting up as to not wake Bella.
"Morning," she replied and kissed him on the lip, lightly rubbing the baby's back. "How long did she keep crying?"
"Too long," Elliot groaned as he laid Bella her in her crib and tucked her in.
"El, we need to talk about what happened yesterday," Olivia told him as they walked out of the nursery together.
"What do you mean?" Elliot feigned confusion.
Olivia sighed and stopped them at the foot of the staircase. "Elliot don't ignore this. Tucker and Porter blackmailed us. They can not get away with this!" Olivia insisted.
Groaning, Elliot ran a hand down his face. "Olivia, just leave it," he replied, shaking his head.
"No, Elliot, I will not just let this go. I'm calling the Chief of Detectives," she said and headed into the living room to grab the cordless phone.
"Liv, baby, just leave it. Let's n ot cause trouble. For Bella's sake, " he tried to talk her out of it but Olivia was not going to let it go.
She dialled the number she needed and waited for the Chief of Detectives' secretary to answer the office phone.