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Chapter: 28

Title: A Dream Come True

A/N: Only 4 reviews for the last update… Hmmm, not really sure how I feel about that :/ So I'm not that inspired. But I still want to update. I feel like I owe you guys a lot of updating since I did leave for quite a while there. New fic in production. I plan on it being a bit long. It revolves straight around Olivia, though, you know what I ship, I'll be throwing some EO in there. Any-who, you can check the short preview out for it on my YouTube channel, titled "Olivia Benson: Trials of a Special Victim's Detective (Preview)". Obviously, the title of the fic will be Trials of a Special Victims Detective, TSVD for short. Pretty simple, YouTube dot com slash metalchickcrisis2040 . Easy right?

Xoxo, Crisis

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She was tired. He could tell.

Her peaceful sleeping form never stirred.

Not when the nurse had stopped in to check on them.

Not even when the kids and Cragen had come by for the evening.

It amazed him. The soft night air wafted through the slightly cracked window, making Elliot glance towards it. He heard a stifled groan, and he turned his attention once more to the sleeping beauty in the bed beside his own.

After the transfusion, they'd been admitted to recovery. She had needed a lot of blood, and the process had left them both light headed. Elliot didn't even think fatigue was possible for him when giving blood. But hell, he was exhausted.

'Getting old…?' He thought idly, narrowing bushy brows. A small chuckle interrupted his thoughts, and he gave a small playful glare to the woman who was now awake… well, maybe half awake.

Olivia's eyes were partially opened, a translucent shield still covering the iris and pupil, her heavy lids barely able to stay open as every time she blinked, they lingered closed for several seconds. He wondered just how he had never noticed how…vulnerable she was before. How precious she was. Seeing her this way, too weak to be the bad-ass she truly was. It was almost frightening, but then again, it was refreshing. To know she wasn't so hard and confident all the time. She could get a confession from a perp without a problem. That was something he had always found amusing. She managed to get somewhere without having to beat the living shit out of a guy. Though, if she had to, she would resort to the brutal tactics he used. Or, tactics of her own…

Watching as she dozed off again, he laid his head back more, turning his gaze from her to the ceiling where he tried to replay the memory in his head.

She'd been in there for a good thirty-minutes, and the perpetrator still hadn't cracked. In fact, the more duplicitous she got, the more excited the sick bastard became. He was the one type who drooled over authority. The type who enjoyed it when the woman was sly and devious. And that was the only reason Cragen had put Olivia in there by herself. The man wouldn't talk unless she interrogated him. Elliot wanted to rip his head off.

Instead, he watched afar, from the other side of the two way mirror. His eyes had connected with Olivia's more than once, and his hands had been shaky the entire time. Twenty dollars.

That was what she had said before she went in.

"Twenty dollars, I can get this one to confess."

Elliot had thought she was crazy.

But he couldn't help watching her…

The way she circled her prey.

The way she moved in her jeans, and the way her collared shirt shifted whenever she turned.

Though she had worn a black tank under the red blouse, he still thought it was sexy. The way her hair hung, how her curves seemed to fit each seam of her clothing, or how her clothing seemed to bring out her curves.

He knew he shouldn't be thinking of his partner this way.

Of what she looked like without clothes…

But it couldn't be helped. He knew of the many envious men in the precinct. Who could blame them? Elliot had gotten this bombshell for a partner. And they had gone strong for so long. Whereas there had been plenty of partners who couldn't handle working with him. Olivia seemed to enjoy it. And he knew it was because they were of opposite sex. Her soft words, and motherly nature often made him feel tranquil. She connected with him, on every level. She knew how to be rough and tough, and she also knew how to be there and just…listen.

Like he did for her.

He'd been so caught up in his thoughts, that when he had finally snapped back to reality, Olivia was walking out of the room with a satisfied smirk on her face. Cragen was saying how she had done a nice job in there.

"You owe me twenty bucks." She winked towards him. And the only thing he could do was stare at her. "Hello, earth to Stabler." She tried. She walked towards him then, and he instantly shook his head out of the second revere. She was close to him, centimeters away. It was their own comfort zone. They were comfortable being as close as they could be together. And neither had ever acknowledged it. "Are you ok?" She asked, leaning in close as she leaned on her hand which was close to his.

"What?" He asked, glancing to her as he swallowed.

"You owe me. The bet, remember?"

"Yeah…"

"You sure you're ok?" She nearly laughed as he nodded, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, I'm good." He insisted.

"Okay." She smiled, turning from him. Elliot started after her.

"Wait, what the hell did you do?" He asked, walking beside her now towards their desks. She walked around to her side, grabbing her coat as she gave him a smirk.

"I got the confession." She said simply. He gave her a 'no shit' look. She laughed. "I like to call it improvising."

"Improvising?"

"Yeah."

"Right…" He trailed off, earning another laugh from her as she pulled on her coat and readied herself to head to her empty apartment for the night.

"So, are you going to give me my winnings now or do I gotta wait till' Kathy lets you spend your own money?" Even though Elliot and his wife had been getting a divorce, Olivia still enjoyed teasing him.

"How bout I buy you dinner instead." He offered, only to receive a glance back from her. The entire precinct was now quiet. The two glanced around. "Do you mind?" He directed to them, and they quickly began shuffling around to do whatever it was they had previously been doing. Whispers could be heard, and it only made Olivia chuckle. Everyone had thought the two of them were a little too close to be partners. Thinking that something was going on between them….

"Hmmm. Dinner will only cost us about ten…" She trailed, walking passed him and towards the elevators. He quickly grabbed his coat and followed.

"Then we'll order pizza and beer, and we'll rent a movie" The idea intrigued her, and the two stepped into the elevators as she thought.

"My place?" She raised a brow to him. He gave a nod, shrugging his shoulders forward. Olivia smiled, nodding her head as she gazed up at the number on the elevator. "Alright then. As long as you're buyin'." She smirked, and the elevator doors dinged closed, not before revealing Elliot's own grin.

"You're thinking awfully hard." Chuckling to himself, Elliot looked back over towards his favorite lady detective. She looked better now. As if her short rest was enough to get her up to speed. "Anyone I know?" She smiled sweetly, resting her head back against her pillows. Elliot couldn't help but sit up as he gaze over at her. Why couldn't their beds be closer? He sighed quietly, pushing off the sheet covering his gowned form, and making his way over to her. Olivia shifted, leaning back as she looked up at him with bright brown eyes.

He didn't say anything, couldn't find words. He just wanted to admire the beauty before him.

Biting her lip, Olivia glanced around before her gaze fell back to him, and she smiled.

"What?" She asked, the question rolling off her tongue with a small chuckle. He refrained from kissing her, though he wanted to. Lifting his hand, he brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, fingers lingering on her cheek as he caressed the skin ever so softly.

Olivia didn't know what had gotten into him; he was being affectionate for no apparent reason. Though, that was what she loved most about him. He did things because he wanted to, because of how he felt. She leaned up, pushing up on her elbows as he leaned down, face close to hers.

"You're beautiful." He murmured, earning a smile from her. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she lifted her hand to the back of his neck.

She pulled him down, lips meeting with a gentle caress before tongues pushed passed the inviting barriers.

Their kiss was slow. Like a dance. Her hand slid to his cheek, where her thumb caressed. She loved this man. More than anything, she loved him. Just how had she managed to snag him? How the hell did she get him? For years, she searched for the perfect guy. Well, the right one for her anyways. Every time she found someone, it was a fail. It only ever worked with him. Their friendship was more than great. In fact, it had always been something more than a friendship. It was an indefinable relationship. Sure they had their fair share of quarrels and disputes.

But in the end, things were fine. They were even closer.

Kathy had always been jealous of that.

Jealous of the fact he spent more time with Olivia.

Jealous that Olivia knew more about him than she did.

Jealous that he used to talk about her all the time, and then tried to play it off as being that she was part of his job.

They knew that.

Knew Olivia was his partner.

What they had always accused him of though was having a deeper connection to her.

Even their evaluations had stated that they were too close. What did everyone expect to happen after that?

That they would go down hill from there?

Split up?

It wasn't happening.

This outcome. Right there. The kiss, the love, the happiness they felt with each other. That had always been the destined out come of their partnership. Ever since the very first day Olivia came to work at the unit.

Several moments passed before the two parted; a smile plastered on both of their faces. The window behind them blew open farther, making Elliot's gown blow slightly. Air to the ass was chilling, and he turned to glare at the window. He was about to shut it when he heard Olivia's laughing.

"You know, I suddenly realize just what Casey meant by delightful little buns."

He shot her a look, clearly confused.

"You've got a cute ass." She smirked, nodding to his gown. Even though he had on the hospitals 'sanitized' boxers, the material was thin and see through for the most part. His face dropped and he pulled in shut, and pulled the window closed. The sky was lit with a variety of pinks and oranges, hints of golden yellows here and there.

It lit up Olivia's skin like she were an Angel.

"If I recall, yours is pretty nice." He stated, turning back to her as he leaned over her, forgetting all about the back of his gown. Olivia leaned back, giddy at how the butterflies seemed to swarm in her stomach even though the both of them had had mind blowing sex countless of times since they'd been together. "I think, after we get outta here, I just might want to see it again."

"Ooh.." She cooed, raising a brow as she felt the flirtatious heat rise in the room.

Delightful was right.

"Think you'll get lucky?"

"Yep." He smirked.

"You're awfully confident for a man who only bet me once only to lose, and then puss out and never bet against me again." She grinned, bringing up his thoughts which he had been thinking about earlier.

Completely forgetting where they were, Elliot loomed over her, his hand drifting under the sheet and under her gown.

Her breath caught.

"I think you said it was improvising…" He murmured, his fingers trailing up her inner thigh.

Her breath hitched.

"Mmm, that's right." She whispered as her face flushed, her legs parting in eager anticipation. A subtle smirk pierced his lips as he neared her most trying spot.

Though the door swung open, and they both pulled away from the other. Elliot glanced up to see the doctor who had been treating her, and he cleared his throat as he glanced down to Olivia.

Her face was slightly red, and she could still feel the heat of the moment.

Damn that man.

Damn both of the men.

One ruined it, the other made her submissive.

She sighed, and scooted over so Elliot could sit beside her. His hand found hers, and their intertwined their fingers.

"I want to congratulate you both on two things. The blood transfusion was successful. You'll make a full recovery, and you'll be out of here at the end of the week." Dr. Feldman smiled to them, holding up his chart as he wrote down a few things before encasing it to his chest and his eyes warmly swept over them both. "And to the both of you," He began, causing the two of them to glance at each other. The white coat took a step towards them both. "Congratulations. You're going to be parents."

Olivia's breath caught. She couldn't breathe.

Couldn't even comprehend what the doctor last said before he left the room, and Elliot.

Elliot was squeezing her hand and laughing all the while smiling. A single tear fell from her eyes as she pulled her lover into a hug, sitting up so she could be in his arms better. A baby.

Her baby.

Their baby.

"I love you." She whispered into his neck, hugging him tighter as he rocked her. "So much."

From the door, the Stabler family watched with smiling faces and teary eyes.

Their hearts were ready to welcome the new addition into their family.

'Thank you…' Olivia thought to herself, silently wishing her love to the Gods for sending her Elliot.

A/N: Sorry its so short. Unmotivated, rough and long night/day. Please leave some sort of feedback. Its nice to get a little something in return for churning out your EO entertainment. Ah, well. Review.