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"Elliot for the last time, I'm sorry. Okay? Just get in the damn car."

Olivia was getting frustrated. Beyond frustrated. Okay fine, Elliot was fucking pissing her off. He was such a big baby! If he didn't get inside her car within the next five minutes, she was seriously going to run him over.

Elliot remained where he was and continued to give Olivia the death glare with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. She would have been terrified, if it weren't for his giant belly. Right now he just looked like an annoyed Santa Clause that could easily be won over with some cookies. Ha!

Elliot shook his head at the angry look she was giving him. She had no right to be mad! None whatsoever. If anyone should be mad it was him, I mean she slapped him with a condom, who does that shit?

"I'm not going anywhere with you until you calm down. First you kick down my door, then you abuse me, and then to top it all off you killed Freddy! You're a bully, lady. "

"Okay, how the hell was I supposed to know that that thing, was your pet?"

Elliot's voice cracked dramatically and he fanned his face as he pretended to cry. He loved giving her a hard time, the way she reacted to certain things was hilarious. Like right now.

"He has a name, okay? And feelings. He was my" Elliot inhaled sharply and looked away from her. He then bit into his fist and tried to keep a straight face as he said the next part "my little buddy."

They both looked at the shoe box that Elliot had placed on the hood of Olivia's car. The thought of what was in there made her skin crawl and they both knew it. This only made it all the more fun for Elliot though.

"It's a rat Elliot. Honestly, I thought I was doing you a favor when I killed it. Sorry."

Elliot looked at her then. Her hands were gripping the steering wheel in front of her. Her face was flushed and the corner of her lip was twitching very subtly which meant she was close to her breaking point.

He knew that it was time for him to stop torturing her. His fun was over for the time being, but he didn't mind. After all, Elliot had dragged this out for a good half an hour and now officially considered them even. She got him and he had returned the favor.

Elliot dropped his act and smiled beautifully at Olivia and (although she hated to admit it) she was momentarily distracted by the sight. The corners of his eyes crinkled up and he laughed, a sound that she rarely ever got to hear. His smile and kind eyes suddenly made her forget why she was angry at him in the first place. It made her forget why she was even here.

Then she gave his body a once over and was quickly reminded. Elliot wasn't himself right now and while she had paid off the debt he owed on his apartment that didn't mean that everything was okay. It was far from okay actually. Her fatty of a friend needed to be taken care of and that was exactly what she planned to do.

Olivia shook the cobwebs from her mind and smiled back at him.

Much to her surprise Elliot picked up the shoe box with the dead rat inside and threw it over his shoulder where it landed in the garbage bin. He then picked up his duffle bag and walked over to the passenger side of her car and got in. A familiar sound shadowed Elliot with each step that he took and Olivia suddenly realized something. Something that absolutely blew her mind.

Elliot Stabler was wearing flip-flops!

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Olivia and Elliot sat in tense silence as she made her way through the dangerous streets of New York. She knew they stood out like a sore thumb in her black 1965 Ford Mustang convertible, but what choice did she have when coming down here? There was no way she was going to risk being abandoned by a cab driver in this neighborhood.

All she could do was put the hood up and pray they would be left alone.

"Remind me again why you picked this neighborhood to live in," she said as she turned the corner.

Elliot shrugged.

"It was cheap. Plus I used to be a real bad ass in this neighborhood, back in the day at least."

Olivia snorted and looked at him with a smirk on her face.

"I'm sure."

"Fine, don't believe me."

Elliot smiled at the memories of his youth. The truth was, at one point he had absolutely loved this place. He loved the challenge, the struggle, the constant adrenaline rush he got just from walking out the door.

The last time Elliot had been here, was years ago. Kathy had just given birth to Maureen and they both thought they could make it on their own. They had been naïve of course and ended up moving back in with her parents six months later, but oh how he had loved it here.

A lot of the locals had feared him at one point or the other. He always got into fights with different men, sometimes three or four of them at once and won every time. You see the difference was that Elliot hadn't been some every day punk like his opponents were. Oh no, he was a marine and knew exactly how to take care of himself.

It had been awesome.

He was brought out of his musings when Olivia suddenly plugged her phone into the auxiliary cord and a rush of sound came flooding out of her speakers. Elliot raised his eye brows in surprise when he realized just how much money it must have taken for her to get this car up to date so it could have a place for an auxiliary cord in the first place.

How did they even do that? How long had it taken?

Interesting.

Elliot looked around feeling embarrassed by her music choice especially considering where they were. She was playing some bubble gum pop music that he had never even heard of before.

Is she trying to kill us?

Elliot hid his face with his hand and slid down in his seat. People were starting to stare.

Liv didn't care though. Nope she was just slamming her palm against the steering wheel in time with the beat and singing.

"It's like I got this music in my mind

Saying it's gonna be alright

Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake it off

Shake it off"

When Olivia began to slow down at a stop light Elliot quickly took her phone off the aux cord and replaced it with his own. Another car was pulling up next to them and it had four or five men inside that didn't look very friendly. He wasn't going to take any chances.

"Hey!" she began to protest, but Elliot turned up the volume and cut her off. By the time the other car pulled up the men inside heard a completely different song that surprised them.

What surprised them even more was the white guy next to them that was bobbing his head to the beat and rapping in time with the artist.

The men in the car couldn't help, but laugh and shake their heads. I mean they loved Biggie Smalls too but damn that was some funny shit.

Elliot and Olivia were lucky that these four had a sense of humor. After all the driver was the leader of a now rising street gang known as the Black Assassins. A .22-caliber pistol was currently strapped to his belt and a machine gun lay on the floor of the back seat- just in case. The man in the passenger's side was his cousin who also happened to be a member of the gang. As for the idiots in the back, they were his cousin's friends. Not his.

They were also high as fuck which seemed to work in Elliot and Olivia's favor.

"Look at this guy!"

"Oh my God, fucking white people, man!"

The men continued to cackle and howl at this crazy fat guy next to them and Elliot decided to play dumb. He looked at them and smiled. He continued to rap and they applauded him in good humor. Even the driver! The two passengers in the backseat couldn't help, but join in when the chorus came up. They loved this guy's energy, he was funny as hell.

"Biggie Biggie Biggie

Can't you see?

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that's why they broke

And you're so paid"

When the light finally changed and Olivia took off ahead of them, Elliot glanced over and saw that she was laughing hysterically.

He turned down the stereo and glared at her.

"And what's so funny? Hmm? I just saved our lives you know, unlike you."

She shook her head and made sure not to laugh when she said this:

"Hey! I didn't say anything, Slim Shady."

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Brian shrugged off his jacket and threw his keys on top of the counter as soon as he got through the door. He was so damn tired and the only thing on his mind right now was cracking open a cold beer and watching a little bit of TV

"Liv? Liv baby I'm home, are we still going out to dinner or what?"

When no one responded he checked the time on the oven and shrugged. It was only 5:30 maybe she was stuck in traffic? Whatever, he could wait. Besides he needed to take a shower anyways.

He took out his phone and sent Olivia a quick text before he undressed and hopped inside the shower.

-Hey babe I'm home. Text me when your almost here and let me know if you still want to go out to dinner. Love ya.

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