A/N: This is the end of this one. I hope you all enjoyed it. I will be starting a new series up next week.

Epilogue

Winter had once again set in, in the city of New York and the wind whipped between the buildings. Snow flurried down and dusted the pedestrians who were running from store to store in an attempt to get everything they needed as Christmas approached. The hustle and bustle was one of every year before it and it would be the same every year after it.

The many yellow taxis wound their way through the city streets dropping people off at their destinations. One found its way down off the main streets and down a few side streets before reaching its destination that was not a very typical stop. It wasn't unheard of but given the time of year the traffic at the cemetery was often a little more increased.

"Give me five minutes?" The passenger asked the cabbie.

"I'll be right here," the cabbie responded. With a nod, the passenger left the vehicle and walked over the grass to the spot in the rows of headstones that they were searching for. Depositing a simple flower arrangement at the base of the grave marker, the passenger heaved a sigh.

"They'd call me crazy for coming out here you know," the conversation started and stopped for a brief moment as the struggle for what to say and the rationality of the moment sunk in. Heaving another sigh the person continued,

"This will be the last and only time I come out here. The only reason I did it now was because I wanted to show you that despite everything I will not live in fear. You aren't the first person I should have been afraid of and I'm sure you won't be the last but I can't let fear run my life anymore. I have a family, a job, a nice place to live, and I'll be damned if I let fear ruin any of it. Goodbye Brian." With that it was over almost as soon as it had begun. Turning on their heel, the person strode off for the cab and climbed in.

"Where would you like to go next?" The cabbie asked.

"Take me home please," the passenger smiled slightly at the driver. He smiled back and fired the taxi up; the destination set for the place he'd picked his fare up at.

Stepping out of the cab after paying the driver for his services, the passenger climbed the stairs to the apartment taking some of the steps two at a time. The urge to get home had been more than they realized and now as they finally approached the door, a smile made its way across their face. Sticking the key in the lock, they entered.

"That was quick. Everything go ok Liv?" Elliot asked as he turned from the dishes he was washing in the kitchen sink, flinging the kitchen towel over his shoulder.

"Yes. It was awkward but now it's done," she smiled as she closed the distance between them.

"Well say what you want, but I think that it was an important step. You've had a lot to deal with and now it's time to move on," he pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Why do you stay with me?" She suddenly asked.

"What kind of question is that? We have an amazing little family. You're hot and the sex is the best. What reason should I have to leave?" He was joking around with her but he knew why she asked. Between William Lewis, her apparent stalker, Brain Cassidy, and the ensuing mental and physical challenges, it had been an uphill battle.

"I stay because I love you. I always have," he smiled and kissed her again.

"That's nasty," Calvin spoke up as he entered the room to find his adoptive parents in a lip-lock.

"You won't be saying that when you get a girlfriend," Elliot smirked.

"Yes because there is nothing sexier than bringing home a girl to two parents who work for the NYPD," Calvin rolled his eyes.

"What is wrong with our jobs?" Olivia asked.

"Dad's going to interrogate her like she's some perp and you're going to tell her what she can and cannot do," Calvin said, referring to his mother's new job. The Commissioner had been true to his word. The same day the doctor cleared Olivia for desk duty, the phone had rang with an offer on the table. Despite her forced retirement, the Commissioner wanted someone with her experience level on his staff. She had been promoted to Lieutenant and assigned to the Commissioner's Office Staff. It was different than the detective work she was used to but it put her in command of handling inter-departmental issues and deciding which issues the Commissioner needed to know about. It was a position that commanded respect and given her experiences she got it.

"I was actually thinking of having Charlotte do the interrogation part," Elliot chuckled. The toddler had learned how to speak and lately her favorite words included "no", "more", and "potty".

"Oh geez, that's even worse," the young man couldn't help but laugh. The doorbell rang and the group stopped talking as Calvin answered it.

"Uncle Fin! I'm ready to go, just give me a second," the young man smiled as he scrambled for his shoes and his coat.

"All right but if we're going to beat the traffic and Amanda to that new video game we'd best get a move on," Tutuola smirked.

"So those fine motor skills must be working just fine," Olivia smiled.

"Yup. She's taking her shooting qualifications tomorrow. Just wanted to get some extra button jamming in beforehand," Fin explained.

"Well tell her good luck and we should get together after she passes," Elliot said.

"Absolutely. Come on playa' we have to roll," Fin ushered Calvin out into the hallway and with that the apartment was empty, save for Elliot and Olivia. Charlotte was in the capable hands of Mrs. Hannigan down the hall.

"I do believe that we have the apartment to ourselves," Elliot chucked the dishtowel that was on his shoulder onto the counter.

"Oh and what do you intend to do with this empty apartment?" Olivia gave him a look.

"Well I think you're wearing far too many clothes. There should only be one thing between us right now and it's in the nightstand drawer," Elliot went from playful to full of lust in no time flat. Ever since Olivia had been able to get rid of her crutches they had spent more time in the bedroom than any other room of the apartment.

"It seems any free second we have is spent with you wanting to be on top of me," she mused as he pulled her close, rubbing up against her, letting her know his intentions if she hadn't already guessed.

"You want me some place else?" The timbre of his voice dropped.

"Well I can think of one but that's kind of hard to do out here in the kitchen with our clothes on," she pointed out. Without so much as a thought, Elliot scooped her up in his arms. His lips locked onto hers and she could feel her body react. He didn't even need to break the kiss as he moved down toward the hallway. She pulled them apart so as to avoid bashing her head into the walls.

"That's not the way we want to spend the night," reminding him that despite the fact the crutches were gone they still had to be careful. He gave her wink as she grabbed the doorknob. They crossed the threshold and the door was kicked shut. It would remain that way until Calvin came home a few hours later.

THE END