Author's Note: *gasps* She lives! Hi. How you doing? I'm fine. I'm on summer vacation (like a BOSS) and now have more time for writing. I'm typing chapters and then uploading. Trying to write then post one at a time's too overwhelming for my fragile mind.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

Elliot didn't know what to make of him.

Lizzie had a boyfriend. Yeah, his Lizzie who had "no real use for men" had a boyfriend. His name was Kyle Richards and he was the drummer in the garage band she was in. He had no criminal record and he lived 2 blocks from the house. He was quiet and smart. He came over to do homework with Lizzie and he was always respectful towards him and Olivia. And Dickie actually liked him. Kyle was actually quite deep for a 15 year old…

"Nowadays, people expect black men to act like Snoop Dogg or Flavor Flav. I always try to act to the contrary. The stereotypes are always going to be there but I don't play into them. Besides, Liz would put a foot up my ass if I even thought of going gangsta."

The fact that Kyle actually cared what Lizzie thought of him was another point in his favor and Elliot couldn't help but actually like the boy, a first for any of his daughters' boyfriends. It was unnerving. Liv said that it was because he was used to being the Guard Dog and he'd get used to it soon enough.

Elliot was dubious but since Olivia had a tendency to be right about stuff like this, he yielded to her logic.

Right now, Lizzie was reading a book and Kyle had his head in her lap, letting her toy with his dreads. He looked like a younger and sober Bob Marley but he had a Doctor Who accent, showing another selling point. Lizzie had a thing for Brits. She had mentioned that during a visit with Mo…

Warm arms came around him from behind and he smiled sheepishly as Olivia backed him away from the front window.

"Down, Killer. They're okay." she chided.

"I wasn't watching them." he protested weakly.

"Oh, really? Then what were you watching? The flies around the garbage cans?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. They're fighting to the death out there…"

She cracked up and he plopped down on the couch with a sigh, an arm over his eyes.

"When'd they get so grown up?"

"When you lost 80% of your hair." she replied wryly.

He snorted and pulled her down onto the couch with him. She had quietly moved in with them after her apartment's lease ran out. It had been a matter of common sense, anyway. She spent most of her time in the house and Elliot had gotten a new bed for the master bedroom. He cited that it was because of his back but everyone knew better.

If Olivia was going to be with him, it would be in their bed, not his and Kathy's. Yeah, it was mushy but it was the way it was. Besides, Liv liked his version of mushy and throwing the mattress out of the window had been the highlight of the twins' week.

They loved doing crap like that…

The door opened and Kyle stopped short in the doorway.

"Liz, I think we're interrupting."

"Are they half or anywhere near naked?"

Elliot frowned at the question but Olivia merely grinned against his shoulder, her eyes loosely shut.

"No. They're just on the couch."

"Oh, then it's okay. It's just a Dad and Liv thing. Come on. You said you wanted a smoothie. Either one of you want one?" Lizzie offered as she kicked off her sandals.

"Nah, I'm good."

"I'll make it myself." Olivia replied with a small wink at him.

I'll make sure nothing inappropriate happens and I'll share with you.

Elliot smiled at her gratefully and turned on the TV, hoping to get the highlights from the Mets game.

"Mmkay. Strawberry-banana, Ky?"

"As always…"

Okay, maybe Lizzie having a boyfriend wasn't too terrible. He was a good boy and he did right by her.

That didn't mean that he wouldn't get a cap to the ass if he hurt her, though.