Author's Note: I'M BAAAAACK! Oh, my freakin' goodness, y'all, HI! I missed updating. I thought I would've updated sooner, but I never get around to it. I don't have an excuse, I'm just.. lazy. I've been loving on my new niece who is seriously the cutest thing I've ever seen. My sister makes adorable babies, y'all. Anyway, here's the next chapter! I'm really hoping that more people jump on the bandwagon of this story, because it'll be really good, I PROMISE! Happy reading!

Disclaimer: Fourteen seasons later and I still haven't received the gorgeous cast in a beautifully wrapped Christmas present.. tragic.

Olivia hummed softly as she unlocked the door of the apartment that she shared with her fiance. It was seven thirteen and she was walking through her front door to the sweet aroma of her man's cooking. She couldn't have been happier to have gotten out of work at a reasonable hour. The sounds of Def Leppard's 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' flooded through the apartment and she could hear Jamie's tone-deaf voice trying to keep up.

She quietly set her keys down in the bowl on the entry table and took off her leather jacket, tossing it onto the sofa as she made her way towards the kitchen.

She slapped her hand over her mouth when she saw Jamie dramatically singing into a wooden spoon and tapping the heel of his foot rhythmically into the tile of the kitchen.

"Take a bottle, shake it up! Break the bubble, break it up!" He sang loudly. "Pour some sugar on me!"

Olivia smiled as she saw him move the spoon from a microphone to a guitar, swirling his hand up and over his body and strumming the nonexistent guitar strings.

"I'm hot, sticky, sweet, from my head to my feet, yeah!" Olivia sang, tossing a rock and roll hand sign into the air.

He jumped and turned around, spotting his fiancee standing in the kitchen's entryway with the widest smile on her face.

"You gonna run away on a tour bus with some hooker groupies on me?" She asked with a smirk.

"Only if you intend on being one of those hooker groupies." Jamie teased, pulling her into his arms.

Olivia chuckled against his lips. "Oh, you wish."

"How was your day?" Jamie asked, turning back to stir the food that was on the stove.

"Eh, it was.." she cleared her throat. "It was alright."

Truth be told, it was far from alright. They'd finally found Riley Burgess, a twenty two year old med student who'd gone missing a few weeks prior, but didn't find her how they hoped they would. She was found dead in a tunnel in Central Park by a fifty two year old man on his morning jog.

Riley was also a new mother to a six month old baby boy, Ian, who'd now never get the chance to know his Mommy.

"Well, I hope you're in the mood for beef tacos." He said, turning back to the stove and stirring the meat once more.

"Mmm, sounds great." Olivia said. "I'm just gonna go change out of these clothes."

"Okay." Jamie said, watching his fiancee disappear from the kitchen.

Olivia made it into their bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror atop their dresser. She sighed wearily and ran her fingers through her wavy brown hair.

Everything about her day sucked. She just wanted her night with her soon-to-be husband to be perfect.

She slipped on a pair of yoga leggings, took off her blouse and slid a white camisole over her bra. Comfortable and casual, yet would drive Jamie wild. Just what she needed.

She walked back into the kitchen to find her fiance standing in front of the counter, fixing their plates.

"Tacos and Spanish rice.." he said, hearing her foot steps.

"Smells delicious." Olivia returned, coming up behind him and kissing the nape of his neck as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Jamie smiled. "I only want the best for my girl."

Olivia chuckled, burying her face in his back, inhaling his scent; Armani cologne, rubbing alcohol and sweat. It was an ungodly combination, probably the weirdest she'd ever smelled, but it was comforting to come home and smell it after a long, stressful day.

"Babe, can you get the drinks?" Jamie asked.

"Sure. You want water, soda or beer?" Olivia asked, opening the fridge.

"Beer."

Olivia had already gripped the neck of the beer bottle before he even gave her his answer, knowing that that was his drink of choice.

She grabbed a bottle of Fiji water for herself and followed her fiance to the table.

He set the plates down and she followed, setting the drinks down as well.

He finally caught a look at her and he smiled. "Now, how am I gonna be able to focus on my meal when you're dressed like that?"

Olivia laughed. "Babe. Yoga pants and a tank top is hardly the outfit to find sexy."

"You could be wearing a muumuu and I'd still think you were sexy." Jamie said, pulling her into him and kissing her neck.

"Mmm," she smiled, throwing her head back. "Give me twenty years, I just might fulfill your fantasy."

"Oh, God, honey..." Jamie said. "I mean, I'd love you regardless, but please, just don't ev-"

Olivia laughed loudly, scrunching up her nose. "Jamie, I'm joking! I'd never wear a muumuu."

"Thank God." Jamie said, kissing her lips before holding out her chair for her to sit down.

Jamie sat down beside her and smiled. "I love you, y'know that?"

"Well, I love you too, honey." Olivia said, returning the smile and holding his hand. "And I can't believe that I'm going to be your wife in two weeks."

"Less than two weeks.." Jamie reminded, kissing her.

"I'm nervous and excited all at the same time." Olivia said, releasing his hand to dig into the meal in front of her.

"Why are you nervous?"

"I don't know. I've never been anyone's wife before." Olivia said with a chuckle.

"Well, I feel honored to be your first husband.. and only, right?"

Olivia smiled, "And only."

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Elliot rolled off of the woman beneath him, plopping onto the bed with a loud sigh. He placed his arm above his head and closed his eyes as he waited for his breathing to even out.

He felt her roll over and place a hand on his chest, followed by a kiss to his bicep.

"That was fun," she said.

"Mm-hmm," he moaned. He wrapped an arm around her and ran his fingers through her blond locks.

"You've gotta get going, El. I don't want the kids to see you and get any false hopes."

"I know, Kath.." he sighed as she untangled their bodies and wrapped the blue sheet around her naked figure.

"We can't keep doing this." Kathy said, picking up Elliot's trail of clothes from the carpeted floor and tossing them onto the mattress.

"I know."

"I really like Steve, and I hate doing this to him." She let the sheet drop and concealed her body with her blue silk robe as she spoke of her new boyfriend. "He's a good guy."

"Obviously he's not that good if you keep a spot for me in your bed." Elliot said, pulling his jeans over his now brief-adorned lower half. His comeback was good, too good, and the only sound in the room was the jingling of his belt as he fastened it.

Kathy shook her head and rolled her eyes at the man she once called her husband. Cocky and brazen as the day she first laid eyes on him. "Believe me, Elliot, a quick fuck and a solid relationship are two different things. Steve is not the man you've been."

Elliot scoffed, slipping his shirt over his head and grabbing his jacket from the dresser. He roughly picked his sneakers up off the ground and stormed out of the house he once called his.

He couldn't really be mad at Kathy for putting a stop to their midnight booty calls, he understood that she was happy in her new relationship. He didn't really want her back, and he knew she felt the same way, but he just couldn't walk away from her without feeling heartbroken.

He didn't love her, not the way he used to, but he also didn't enjoy seeing her with another man. He was the only man she'd ever been with, it was strange for him to see her in a relationship with a guy that wasn't him.

He didn't know what exactly in life he wanted. He was slowly starting to accept the fact that Olivia Benson was off the menu, and it wasn't easy watching her kiss Jamie and tell him he loved her. It was almost as if he was more possessive over Olivia than his ex-wife. If hurt him more seeing Olivia in a relationship than seeing Kathy in one.

If one thing was certain, it was that Elliot Stabler was a very confused man who had a lot of things to sort out before he even considered a relationship.

Author's Note: Okay, hope y'all enjoyed! WHO ELSE IS PUMPED AS HECK FOR TOMORROW'S EPISODE!? I know that it's Cassidy, and I don't really like the idea of them together, buuut I'm still excited. I'll probably cry. Can we just bring back David Haden? He's beautiful and perfect and I want Olivia to marry him and make babies ok.

XO,

Bri :)