A/N: I have a cold in the middle of summer, so I feel pretty crappy right now. Please review, it help me feel a little better.
Disclaimer: Own nothing.
Olivia sat emotionlessly in the front right pew, dressed in a simple but elegant black v-neck dress and black high heels, just staring at the open coffin in front.
It was ten days later and it was her mother's funeral. She was trying to be strong but her eyes were welling up against her will.
"Come here, baby," Elliot whispered affectionately from beside her and wrapped an arm around her middle bringing her closer to him as the director was finishing up, so they could make their way to the cemetery.
Olivia snuggled in to her loving boyfriend and rested her head on his shoulder, letting the tears finally flow.
The director finished and everyone got up, sombrely, following the coffin out.
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That night found the brunette curled up on the couch, covering in her favourite warm, soft, dolphin blanket and watching some game show on the television.
Elliot was in the kitchen cooking dinner for herself and Olivia, although it would take some bribing to get Benson to eat. She'd refused to eat all day. She'd barely even talked.
He was cooking her favourite meal. Chow Mein. He'd finally finished and served it up evenly in to two bowls before heading in to the living room with them.
Olivia's nose caught the scent and she inhaled deeply, slightly lifting her head up from the arm of the couch before quickly lowering it again, so Elliot didn't see.
Elliot knew that she was hungry, but it didn't necessaryly mean that Olivia would eat.
The blue eyed man placed the bowls on the coffee table, when his girlfriend didn't look up at him and gently lifted up her legs before taking a seat on the couch with her legs on his lap.
"Baby?" He whispered.
Olivia slowly peeled her desolated eyes from the television screen and looked at her boyfriend. "Yeah?" She offered in a small whisper.
Elliot picked up a bowl and eased it toward her face. "You gonna eat, baby? I cooked your favourite and I know you're hungry."
Olivia shook her head. "Not hungry," she muttered.
"Baby, please. You haven't eaten since lunch time yesterday. I know that you're starving. I keep hearing your belly grumble," he said and picked up some of the Chow Mein with the fork, "I'll even feed it to you, if you want."
A slight smile crept up on the brunette's face and let her lover feed her, surprising him and herself that she'd actually let him.
Olivia chewed and swallowed the food. "I will seriously hurt you if you tell anyone about that. By the way, that tastes so yummy," she said and delightfully took the bowl.
Elliot kissed his girlfriend's lips, licking off the excess sauce. "Thank you," he whispered and grabbed his own bowl off the coffee table, as Olivia sat up to eat properly..
She furrowed her eyebrows. "For what, hon?"
"For eating my love," he replied and the two of them ate in a comfortable silence, watching the evening news.
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The partners sat in their car on a stake out, on a cold and gloomy late spring night.
Olivia was looking out the side passenger window, ignoring the insults that her partner/ ex-boyfriend was continually hurling at her. The key words kept repeating over and over in her head, like a DVD being rewinded and being replayed constantly.
Useless. Pathetic. No good cop. Unlovable.
Tears in her already welling up, hurt, eyes burst their banks and began to stream down her olive toned cheeks, silently.
The next second she heard the driver's side door open and the insults stopped. Olivia looked over to see their perp with a gun to her partner's head. She could see the fear etched in his face and his azure blue eyes.
"Well hello Olivia," the masked man said with an evil chuckle, "I'll blow his brains out before you can even reach for your gun, Detective."
"What do you want?" She asked the man, trying to stop her voice from shaking. She didn't want to show this man that she was scared. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
The man shook his head at the woman and laughed. "You got nothing that I want, Detective Benson. Just remember me and this," he said and pulled the trigger.
Olivia screamed and shot up in the bed, opening her eyes.
"Baby? It's ok, it was just a dream," Elliot soothed and wrapped his arms around her.
The brunette flinched, still in shock from the nightmare. Breathing heavily. Her heart thumping wildly in her chest, against her ribs, just as it had in the dream.
"Livvie? Baby?" Elliot offered again, just as softly.
Olivia looked at her lover and settled down, knowing that it was just a bad dream. That Elliot was still right here beside her and they were still madly in love, even after all the troubles that they'd been through the past year.
She snuggled in to him and laid back down with him, resting her head on his chest.
Elliot rubbed her back with his left hand and her arm with his right, trying to soothe her still shaking body. He could feel the sweat through her pyjama top. The dream was bad enough that she'd woken up in a cold sweat.
"What was the dream about, angel?" He asked, using his special nickname for her, for special occasions. Because to him, she was his real life living angel.
She'd done so much for him and she'd saved him in so many ways.
Olivia tried to bury her head in to the side of her boyfriend's neck. "Don't want to talk about it," she mumbled.
Elliot stroked her soft long brown hair down. "Olivia...."
"No," she croaked.
The blue eyed man sighed and decided not to push her, knowing that would be a very bad idea. "Ok, try get some more sleep, baby."
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Half and hour went by and Elliot was nearly back to sleep, when the brown eyed woman spoke up again.
"El?"
Elliot looked at the alarm clock. 2:58am haunted him. Exactly thrity-one minutes had gone by in silence.
"Yes, baby?" He answered, rubbing soothing circles on her back as he reached over with his other hand and turned the lamp on.
"I'm ready to talk now," she whispered back, unsure.
"Ok...What was your dream about, angel?"
"It was kind of like the night that I was shot," she explained, "you were hurling insults at me---"
"Baby, I didn't mean any of what I said to you that night...."
Olivia leaned up and kissed his cheek. "I know that, honey. Let me finish, ok?"
Elliot nodded and let her continue.
"But instead of me getting out of the car, like that night....The driver's side door was yanked open and I looked over to see the perp with a gun to your head...He pulled the trigger," she finished with a loud, painful sob.
Elliot held his girlfriend tightly to assure her of his presence. Assuring her that he was alive and well, laying her with his arms around her.
"It's ok, angel. I'm right here," he murmured and planted a light, tender kiss on her lips.
Eventully Olivia cried herself back to sleep and Elliot turned off the lamp again.
He kissed the crown of Olivia's head and let his exhausted eyes drift shut. "I love you, baby," he whispered, letting much needed sleep take over.
As if Olivia heard him in her sleep, she snuggled in to him, even more and sighed softly, getting comfortable with her head on his chest, placing it where she could hear the calming beat of his heart.
She was finally sleeping peacefully without any bad dreams plaguing her mind. Just a happy one, involving her, Elliot and a baby boy, whom looked like a perfect tiny clone of his father.