I will apologize in advance for how short this chapter is and the lack of updating in the last weeks. I've been terribly busy and the fact that Olivia Benson is dating someone I hate does not help my inspiration. But here you go, a small little chapter that I hope will make you smile. Starting next week I will be dedicating two hours a day to writing so I should be updating as often as before. Reviews are always an appreciated motivation!


"Don't you have to head back to New York?"

"Tired of me, Voight?"

"Never, but you've been here for a month. What about your job?"

"What job?"

"You know. The one in which you are a Lieutenant for SVU."

"I don't have that job anymore."

"What?! Why not?"

"Because I asked to be transferred."

"Where?"

"Are you really that slow?"

"Are you telling me you've been transferred into my unit?"

"You are finally catching up."

"Why didn't I know about this? I should have signed the papers."

"Trudy and the Commander got it settled."

"What if I didn't want you on my team?"

"Oh really?"

"You did it for the wrong reasons, Benson."

"No." She stood up from the floor and walked towards him. "I'm tired of playing games, Hank. I nearly lost you and that made me realize I don't want to leave you, I don't want to be away from you. Leaving New York was a small sacrifice compared to spending my life with you."

"You should have talked to me about it."

"You would have tried to convince me to stay there. And I wasn't letting you move. Charles is here and your son needs you. Plus you still can't travel. Me moving here was the best option."

"You truly do love me, don't you?"

"Unfortunately, I do."

Hank kissed her lips softly before he spoke again. "This doesn't mean you're in charge of my team."

"I do outrank you."

"This is my house, Benson."

"And I don't want to disrespect that but we both know you can't say no to me."

"Maybe I've changed."

"I would like to see that."

"At least let my team believe I'm still in charge, okay?"

"That I can do."

It had been a month since the incident at the club. Hank had spent two weeks at the hospital and had medical leave for two more weeks that meant he would soon go back to work. He hated not being able to do his job but he couldn't deny he loved having Olivia around to take care of him. The last month had been perfect to make up for lost time. They had spent every waking moment together. Maggie had been nice enough to set a bed for Benson in his hospital room so she only left his side to shower at home. She had been too scared to leave him. Once he was back in his house, Olivia made sure he had everything he needed.

"I can't wait to be back at work."

"You do realize you will spend the first days on desk duty, don't you?"

"You wouldn't dare do that to me."

"The doctor said you need to take it slow."

"I've been taking it slow for a month."

"You heard him."

"You know what else he said?"

"What?"

"If I could have sex without dying, I would be able to do anything."

"We still have to give that a try."

"We should."

"But I don't want to be responsible for your death, Voight."

"What a way to go," a small smirk appeared on his face. "Chicago Sergeant survives six stabs to his chest but dies having sex with his wife."

"Excuse me, wife?" Olivia raised her eyebrow at him. "You still have to put a ring on it…again."

"Do we have to go through all that again?"

"Oh yes, dear."

"How the hell am I supposed to top my first proposal?"

"You better start thinking," she winked at him and swayed her his as she walked away.

[nineteen years earlier]

"But it's raining, Hank."

"When has that ever stopped you from dragging me out?"

"Why can't we just stay here in my cozy apartment?"

"Benson, go grab your coat and let's go."

On a rainy night like that three years ago in Chicago, he had taken her out for a drink and they had been together ever since. For the last two months, Hank Voight had been carrying his mother's engagement ring waiting for the perfect moment to propose to Olivia. To him the perfect moment wouldn't exist, he would have to create it and that was it. He was creating the perfect moment that night and he could only hope she would say yes.

"I can't believe I let you convince me."

"It was about time I took control for once."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"That I don't know how to say no to you and you use that for your advantage."

"I know how to play the game."

"And that's why I love you." Hank stopped walking and got down on one knee.

"Voight, what are you doing?"

"Three years ago on a rainy night like this in a slightly windier city, I took you out for a drink and knew I never wanted to let go. I wasn't looking for you. Hell, I never expected someone like you to love someone like me. When I first laid eyes on you, you took my breath away. I had never seen such beauty; you are perfect. But I thought that was it, you know? A great looking detective passing through my city. I didn't expect to fall in love with your smile, your laughter, the way your eyes shine when you yawn, the way you throw your head back when you laugh and try to catch your breath and the list could go on forever. But above all, I fell in love with your brain, your ideas, your beliefs and your pure heart. I can't imagine spending my life without you. You turned my life upside down and I want you to continue to do that until I die." So," he pulled the ring out of his pocket, "Olivia Benson, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Tears were rolling down Olivia's cheeks as she spoke. "Yes! Oh my god, Hank, yes!"

He slipped the ring on and kissed her passionately in the rain. "You have made me the happiest man."

"It's your mom's ring, isn't it?"

"I felt it was appropriate."

"It's an honor to wear it."