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Results finally appeared on the screen. Andrew McCain had a record.
"What's he got?" Fin asked, casually.
"Just a speeding violation from three years ago, that's all."
Fin shrugged his shoulders and sat back down at his desk. "That's nothing, Elliot. He must be fine for Liv. She usually has a good judge in character anyway. Let it alone and check what you're supposed to check," he told Elliot and went back to his own paperwork.
"Hey, I just saw a rocking sports car up the street with fogged up windows," Munch laughed, walking in from interviewing a witness.
Elliot and Fin both looked up, furrowing their brows at the older man.
"Yeah right, man, whatever you say," Fin mumbled and went back to his work.
"No, seriously," Munch insisted, looking over his glasses.
"This one of your conspiracies?" Elliot asked, uninterested.
Shaking his head, Munch sat down at his desk. "No, I'm for real," he insisted again.
Rolling his eyes, Elliot went back to checking if Henry Cooper had a record. "Whatever, John," he muttered. "Bingo! Henry Cooper has himself quite a rap sheet."
Fin looked up. "What's he got?"
"Assault, arson, drunk and disorderly conduct, reckless driving... He's been in and out of prison since he was sixteen," Elliot read off the computer screen. "How did CSU do at the Sadler home?"
"There were finger prints on the outside of the window and on the walls either side on the inside, like he climbed in. Just waiting on results. They'll call you."
Elliot nodded and practically jumped when his desk phone started to ring.
"Detective Stabler, SVU," he answered, professionally. "Yes... Okay. Great, thank you," he finished and hung up.
"Everything alright?" Fin asked.
"Yeah, it was the lab. The finger prints are Cooper's. I need to call Casey," he said and picked up the phone again.
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Walking out of the squad room, putting on his coat as he went, Elliot bumped in to Olivia finally returning from her intimate break.
"Took you long enough," he joked, causing his partner to blush.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Cooper have a record?" she asked as they headed out together.
"Yeah, as long as my arm just about. He's been in and out of prison since he was sixteen."
Nodding, Olivia asked, "You called Casey?"
"Yeah. She's meeting us there with an arrest warrant," Elliot informed her as they stepped in to the elevator.
"Well, let's go arrest him."
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Olivia had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of the car as Elliot navigated the now wet roads as it rained heavily, when her cell phone vibrated and rang loudly in her phone holder on her belt.
She jumped startled and took her phone off her belt before answering. "Benson," she said professionally. She could hear deep breathing over the line. "Hello?... Hello?!" Groaning, Olivia went to press the end call button but a voice stopped her.
"I'm watching you," the altered, deep male voice told her, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "It was a wonderful sight last night, watching you and that boyfriend of yours going at it like rabbits," he finished and hung up.
Closing her eyes, Olivia shuddered, exhaling a deep breath.
"Are you okay, Liv?" Elliot asked, concerned, turning down a quiet, back street.
She opened her eyes and nodded. "Yeah, peachy," she replied, sarcastically. "It was just a wrong number, El, really."
Not sure whether to believe her or not, Elliot nodded and gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, the whole time keeping his eyes on the road ahead. "Okay, Liv. But I'm here for you, if you need to talk. Anytime," he assured her.
Olivia swallowed and licked her lips. "Thanks, El. It's fine though really. It was nothing," she lied, throwing Elliot off her scent, not wanting him to go all protective on her like usual.
"Well, don't fall back to sleep. We'll be there in five minutes."
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Knocking on the door of Henry Cooper's apartment, Elliot yelled, "Henry Cooper! It's Detectives Stabler and Benson, open up!"
"Go away!" they heard Cooper yell before they heard things being knocked over.
Elliot booted opened the door to find Cooper trying to make a break for it. "Liv, go downstairs! Quick!"
Nodding, Olivia was gone in an instant as Elliot went in.
"Cooper!" Elliot yelled as Cooper headed for the fire escape. He caught up and grabbed him by the legs but Cooper managed to kick Elliot in the face and run off. "Son of a...!"
By the time, he got to the window, Cooper was running down the stairs. "Freeze!" he yelled again, climbing out, aiming his gun.
Cooper looked up at him but continued to run down.
Getting to the pull down ladder, Cooper thought he was home free but Olivia appeared from around the corner as he jumped down. She was panting but had a perfectly good aim at him with her gun.
"End of the road, Cooper. Put your damn hands up!" she barked.
Cooper looked around, trying to see if he could make a break for it but seeing that he couldn't, he tried to overpower Olivia.
She fought against him, surprised that she was in fact of overpowering him until he knocked the gun out of her hand.
"Well, well, Detective, looks like I win," he smirked, not realizing that he had left himself open.
Seeing the opportunity, Olivia kneed him in the groin.
"Ah, you bitch!" He rolled around on the cold, wet cement, holding himself.
"Never underestimate me just because I'm a woman," she snarled in his ear and rolled him on to his stomach to cuff him as back-up finally pull up in the alley. "Take him," she told the officers, pulling Cooper up.
"Yes, Detective," the higher ranked officer answered and took the perp.
"El!" Olivia called, looking for him.
"Here, Liv!" he called back.
Olivia followed his voice and found him sitting on the curb near the ladder. He was holding his right ankle. "They took Cooper to the station. You okay?" she asked, helping him up.
Wrapping his arm around her neck for balance, Elliot let her help him to their car. "I think I broke my ankle."
Olivia nodded and helped him in to the passenger seat of the car. "Okay, I'm taking you to Mt Sinai. Pass me the keys."
Elliot dug in to his pocket for the car keys and passed him to her. "No driving like a maniac," he told her, knowing that she would just to get him to the hospital. "It's only a broken ankle, if that."
Olivia got in to the driver's seat before answering, "But you're in pain."
"Yeah, I am, but I would also like make it to the hospital in one piece," he told her as she put the key in the ignition to start up the car.
Sighing, Olivia turned the key, starting the engine. "Fine. You better call Cragen then, so he doesn't flip."
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Sitting in the waiting room, Elliot's ankle started to hurt a little less, so he tried to move his ankle. "Well, it's not broken," he said and looked up at Olivia, laughing when he saw that she'd fallen back to sleep, even in the noisy, busy waiting room.
"Elliot... Elliot, no don't. Please don't," she cried in her sleep, her head moving side to side.
Elliot rubbed Olivia's arm. "Wake up, Liv. Wake up."
Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she looked up at Elliot, clearing her throat. "Yeah?"
"You fell asleep again. You okay?"
Olivia nodded. "Yeah, fine. Why?"
"You were crying out for me in your sleep," he informed her quietly, so no-one could hear him.
"No, I didn't. I don't know what you're going on about," she denied, distantly.
Before Elliot could reply, a doctor appeared with a clipboard in hand.
"Elliot Stabler."
Elliot and Olivia got up and followed the woman in the doctor coat with jet black hair and brown eyes, down a hall and in to an exam room.
"Take a seat on the bed, Detective. Sorry we couldn't get to you earlier. I'm Dr. Emery."
"I think I twisted my ankle running downstairs after a perp."
The doctor smiled. "Hazard of the job, huh?"
"Yeah. My partner got him good though," he said, motioning to Olivia, sitting on the chair beside the bed.
"Good job, Detective," Dr Emery said to Olivia before turning back to Elliot. "Stretch your legs out on the bed. Which one?'
Elliot did as he was told and said, "My right one."
The doctor rolled up his pant leg and took a look.
"It's only bruised. You're very lucky, Detective. I'll just give you something for the pain to last you a couple days," Dr Emery said and wrote a prescription.
"Thank you, Doc," Elliot replied as he and Olivia stood up again.
"Not a problem."
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Laying in bed that night alone, Olivia finally gotten comfortable and fallen asleep without Andrew by her side when the apartment phone started to ring, startling her awake.
Taking a quick glance at the alarm clock, Olivia groaned and reached for the cordless handset. It was only 2:08AM.
"Benson," she answered professionally, just in case it was work related.
Upon only hearing someone's deep breathing over the line, Olivia started to get frustrated. "Hello? Hello?!"
Groaning, Olivia slammed down the phone, pressing the end call button on the way down.
She closed her eyes and went back to sleep, only to be stopped by her cell phone now ringing.
Who the hell was tormenting her at two in the morning?
"Hello?... Hello?! Answer me damn it! What do you want?!"
"Where's that boyfriend of yours tonight? I want another show." The deep altered voice sent another shiver down her spine. "Just remember that I am watching you," he told her and hung up.
Closing her eyes, she felt herself shudder as she exhaled a shaky breath. She opened her eyes and before she could stop herself, she was calling Elliot.
Elliot answered after three rings. "Stabler."
Olivia tried to speak but couldn't.
Looking at the caller ID, Elliot sat up in his bed. "Liv? Honey, are you there? Are you okay?" he asked extremely concerned.
She tried to keep herself calm. "Y-yeah. S-sorry for calling you so late."
"You're obviously anything but okay, Liv. I'm on my way."
"No, El, it's okay," she tried to assure him, feeling guilty for waking him up.
"I'm coming, Liv," he insisted. "I'll be there in ten."
Olivia sighed. "Thanks, El," she replied and hung up.
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Olivia lay curled up tightly on her side, in her bed. She barely moved a muscle, hiding her gun under the covers with her when she heard the key in the door.
"Liv?"
"In my room, El," she called back, putting her gun back on the nightstand.
Walking in to Olivia's bedroom, Elliot turned on the light. He sighed when he saw Olivia curled up. He sat down on the bed by her waist.
"What happened?" he asked, caressing her cheek in a friendly manner.
Olivia shook her head. "Nothing."
Catching sight of the smashed cordless phone on the nightstand. "Who called and upset you, Livia?"
Sighing, Olivia finally looked up at Elliot. He wouldn't give up until she told him, so there was no getting away from the question. "S-someone called and... and said he was watching me..." she told him before a sob escaped her. "He watched Andy and I have sex last night, El... I feel so dirty knowing that someone was watching... Sex is supposed to be private moments between two a couple."
Elliot lifted up Olivia's upper half, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her. "You don't know that for sure, Liv. He could have just said that to mess with your mind."
Inhaling the scent of Elliot's aftershave, she found it comforting and rested her head on his shoulder. "It... It isn't th-the first time he's r-rang," she finally confessed.
In shock, Elliot gently pulled Olivia back despite her protest to look in to her watery eyes. "Liv, what do you mean when you say it's not the first time? When has he called before? In the car?" he asked, gently brushing some stray strands of hair from her face.
Olivia nodded. "Yes, in the car and he's... he rang several times in the last week. Always during the day until now," she told him softly, trying to avoid eye contact with him.
Elliot gently cupped her chin and gently turned her head to face him. "Why didn't you tell me, Liv? I'm your partner. Your best friend."
Sighing, Olivia licked her bottom lip. "Cause I can take care of myself," she insisted.
Elliot nodded. "I know you can, Liv, but you're not some sort of super woman."
"Don't you think I know that?!" she snapped.
Brushing back Olivia's hair, Elliot planted a soft kiss on her forehead before he could stop himself. "Yes, I know, honey. I know. I'm here for you though," he told her and went to get up.
Olivia grabbed a hold of his hand and stopped him from moving. Sniffling, she whispered, "I'm sorry, El, I'm really sorry. Don't go. Don't leave me alone. I don't wanna be alone tonight."
Nodding, Elliot slipped off his shoes. "Here or the couch?"
"Here," she whispered, getting back in to bed.
"Okay," he replied, slipping under the covers with her. "I'm right here, partner, not going anyway."
Before she could stop herself, Olivia laid down and cuddled in to Elliot's side. Her head on his chest, listening to the soothing beat of his heart, her arm rested over his stomach and her leg over his legs. Sighing in contentment when she felt Elliot wrap his arms around her. One hand resting between her shoulder blades and the other resting at the waist band of her cotton powder blue pajama pants, under her white tank top.
This felt so right for the both of them and Olivia found herself forgetting about Andrew.
Elliot kissed the crown of her head. "Sleep, Liv. We have to be up in two and a half hours."
Sighing again, Olivia closed her eyes. "Thank you," she breathed, quickly falling asleep.
Olivia felt safe in Elliot's embrace, listening to the reassuring, regular beat of his heart.