Disclaimer: Things I Own - A pink camera, the complete Sherlock Holmes collection, and a Barbie comforter. Things I Don't Own - Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson, and Law and Order: SVU.

A/N: Haven't updated in a few days. This one's short, sorry. The song is "What Kind Of Girl Is She?" from the musical [title of show]. Yes, that's the name of the show.

Chapter 4 – What Kind Of Girl Is She?

"She'd been an ADA for two years," Olivia said, handing Cragen a file while the head detectives on the case surrounded the board in the middle of the room. "A hundred-percenter. Took every case thrown at her. Didn't care if it lowered her win-lose average."

"You knew her?" Cragen asked.

"We were acquaintances. I wish we'd been friends. She kept her head down and tried to put the bad guys in jail."

"Which meant a lot of them walked," Elliot interjected gravely. "Most of them didn't, but we're still talking about a dump truck full of perps – people with a grudge."

"Anything at the crime scene to indicate she might've know the killer?" Cragen asked, then spotted a small figure behind the pair of detectives. "Hello, Kathy," he said with a small smile. Elliot and Olivia whipped their heads around – Olivia in curious surprise, Elliot in concern.

"What's wrong, Kathy?" Elliot asked, worried about the kids.

"Oh, nothing," Kathy assured him. "Can we talk privately?"

Elliot quickly led her to an interrogation room. Olivia had observed the whole situation, wide-eyed. So that was Kathy. She was certainly not what she had pictured. In Olivia's head, Kathy was a supermodel – she was married to Elliot, after all, and she had thought Elliot the type to have a trophy wife back in Queens. But in reality, Kathy looked like your run-of-the-mill nurse, mother, and wife.

For some reason, Olivia was oddly relieved by this.

Elliot closed the door to the interrogation room and turned to face his wife. "What's up, Kath?"

"So that's Olivia, huh?" Kathy asked, point-blank.

Elliot was caught off-guard with this question. "Yeah," he said. "That's Olivia."

"She's pretty," Kathy said, nonchalant.

Elliot felt like he was falling into a trap. "She's alright," he said cautiously. "Is that why you came down here?"

"Oh, no," Kathy said quickly. "I came down here to remind you that you have to be home tonight. Kathleen's in that play, remember? And I'm making dinner. So don't be late."

"I'll be there," Elliot said, but Kathy didn't move. She seemed lost in thought. "Kathy?"

"She seems so...je ne sais quoi," Kathy said.

"Excuse me?"

"Olivia. She seems mysterious. And fierce. Is she fierce?"

"What are you doing?" Elliot asked, honestly concerned for his wife's mental state.

"I don't know. She seems to make you smile. What kind of girl is she?"

"She's...independent," Elliot said. "She takes care of herself."

"She seems so downtown, and funky, and sassy," Kathy mused.

"Kathy," Elliot said, moving closer and rubbing his hand down her arm. "You have nothing to worry about. I love you, okay? I'll be home in a few hours."

Kathy smiled. "Okay." She placed a small kiss on his lips before leaving the unit.

Elliot walked back out of interrogation to find a takeout box on his desk. "Jeffries went and got it for us," Olivia explained from her desk.

"Ah," Elliot said as he sat down at his desk to eat the food. The pair sat quietly, munching on their sandwiches for a few minutes before Olivia broke the silence.

"So that's Kathy, huh?"

Elliot laughed at the irony. "Yeah, that's Kathy."

"She seems...nice," Olivia said.

"Nice?" Elliot inquired.

"Yeah. You know. I bet she's a good mom."

"She's a great mom," Elliot confirmed. Olivia looked back down at her food with a concerned expression. "You okay, Liv?"

Olivia's head shot up, as if she'd forgotten Elliot was sitting right across from her. "What?" She shook her head subtly. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"What kind of girl is she? Kathy, I mean?" Olivia asked out of the blue.

"Sweet," Elliot said, trying to ignore the weirdness of the situation. "You know. She does everything she can, and more. We've got four kids, you know, and in the city it's not so easy."

"Yeah," Olivia agreed. "I wonder sometimes, you know, if she even likes me."

Elliot chuckled. "She doesn't know you. She just...didn't sign the permission slip for any new lady friends, if you know what I mean."

"Oh right. The jealous thing you were talking about."

"Exactly."

The two detectives chewed in silence for a few seconds.

"Are you going to eat that pickle?" Olivia asked. Elliot handed the pickle to her over the desks.

A/N: Please review! It makes me happy inside :) Also, if you have a request for a song, I'll totally try to work it in. I'm totally open to suggestions.