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Olivia looked at Elliot. She could see how nervous he was. She had a feeling where this was going when he started talking about Noah. Truth be told, she had a feeling when Fin insisted she get her nails done on her lunch break, but she would let Elliot own this if it was what she thought.

 

“Tell me El.” She reached out and grabbed his hand and squeezed.

 

He cleared his throat. “Well, I made reservations at the new Italian place up the street. They have a pretty impressive wine list, their carbonara was voted best of NYC, and I heard their tiramisu is legendary.’’

 

“So, you were going to get all dressed up for me?” She asked, a grin spreading over her face.

 

“I was,” He replied with a nod. “and you were getting all dressed up for me.”

 

“Mmmhmm” She pointed towards a zippered bag hanging on his closet door. “I even went shopping. Lucy brought it by when she dropped Noah off this morning.”

 

Elliot needing to take a moment to calm himself took it as an opportunity. He released he hand and got up from the bed. He walked over to the bag and slid the zipper down. He reached in and pulled the dress out. It was black sheath style dress that would’ve fallen midcalf, with a slit on the right side that likely would’ve gone to several inches above her knee. The top was sleeveless with two thin spaghetti straps, it dipped into a low v neckline that would’ve shown off her cleavage prominently. He whistled. “Very nice.” He said. He noted the shoes in the bottom of the bag, leopard print stilettos. “So, how would you have walked in these with that ankle?” He pointed towards her ankle.

She grinned and shrugged. “Who said they were for walking?”

He looked at her “Ok, Captain clearly you were planning on seducing me.” He wagged his finger at her.

“Oh, that was definitely the plan Detective.” She pointed back to the dress bag. “There’s more in there.” She smirked at him. “Think you’d like the accessories.”
He reached back into the bag and felt the small pink shopping bag with the Victoria’s Secret logo on it. He looked into the bag, reaching in he pulls out a handful of red satin and lace. “Damn.” He said. His eyes meeting hers as he walked back to the bed and sat next to her. “You know I would’ve been jealous son of a bitch to any man that looked at you too long in that dress right? Especially knowing you’d be wearing this underneath.” He waved the pink bag at her before putting it back into the dress bag and zipping it up. “I think this is going to stay here, in my closet for safe keeping.” He said turning to look at her with a full on Elliot Stabler shit eating grin.

 

“I know.” She said with a grin. “Maybe that was my plan all along. Keep it here, it was for you anyway.”

 

Grin still plastered to his face, he walked back to the bed and sat. “So according to my plans, We’d have gone to dinner, eaten the carbonara because it’s your favorite. Would’ve drank a bottle or two of cabernet. Then we’d have gotten the tiramisu to go and had it out in the garden with the prosecco I had chilling in the refrigerator.”

 

“Sounds nice.” She said. She held up her finger. “There’s just one thing that I disagree on.”

 

“Oh?” Elliot questioned.

 

“Everything sounds like it would’ve been amazing, but I doubt their carbonara would’ve measured up to yours.” She said with a shrug.

 

His eyebrows shot up and he smiled. “Really? You like my carbonara?”

 

She nodded. “You spoiled me the first time you made it for me. No other carbonara measures up to your carbonara.” She said looking intently into his eyes.

 

“So, you only want to eat my carbonara?” He asked leaning in closer to her.

 

“Yes, only yours. I don’t want anyone else’s carbonara.” She replied. She could feel his breath on her face.

 

“Well, If I had known that’s how you felt I would’ve made you carbonara instead.” He replied

 

“I’m pretty sure you already knew how much I love your carbonara.” Olivia said reaching her right hand out and placing it against his cheek. She ran her thumb back and forth over his cheekbone.

 

He leaned forward trying to keep as much of his weight off her as possible and kissed her. Both wanting to take their kiss further, but both knew her injuries prevented it.

 

“Sounds like we would’ve had a nice evening.” She said pulling back from him to look at his face. She saw that he was looking down, he seemed nervous, very nervous. “El, what is it? What’s wrong?”

 

He looked up at her. His blue eyes shining with unshed tears. “You know how much I love you right? You know how important you are to me? I love Noah like he is my own. I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with you Olivia..” He reached into his pocket and grasped the box in his hand.

 

Olivia watched as Elliot spoke. Her eyes filling with tears in response to his words. “Yes, El I know. I hope you know how much I love you too, and how important you are to me. I want nothing more than to spend my life with you too.” She said.

 

“So, let me make you carbonara whenever you want for the rest of your life. Let me wake up next to you every day, and fall asleep next to you every night.” He pulled his hand out of his pocked and opened the box and showed it to her. “Marry me Liv. I don’t just mean having Noah as my stepson, I want to adopt him, I want him to be my son.”

 

Her right hand flew to her mouth and she let out a gasp. Tears were now freely flowing down her face. She could see Elliot was crying as well. She took the hand from her mouth and reached for the back of his neck, pulling his head to hers, resting her forehead against his. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you Elliot.”

 

Elliot reached up with his free hand and cupped her cheek. He pulled his head back so he could look at her face. He leaned closer and kissed her, slowly moving his lips over hers. Trying hard not to let the kiss get too heated. He knew if he didn’t he would get too caught up in the moment.
He pulled back to look into her eyes. He could see her brown eyes, glisten. Almost looking golden when the light caught them. He looked down to her left arm in the sling. He carefully pushed the sides of sling apart and pulled her hand out slightly. Just enough to get to her fingers. He plucked the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger.

 

After we placed the ring on her finger he held her hand in his. Her fingers draped over his and he ran his thumb back and forth over the ring on her finger.

 

“You told Fin didn’t you?” She asked looking up at him, smile gracing her lips. “That’s why you felt backed into corner.”

 

Elliot laughed. “Well, I didn’t just tell Fin. I told all of the kids, my mother knows too. That’s how this weekend came into play. I’d been planning it for weeks. I tried to factor in everything, except one of us getting hurt. I was most worried about Noah and Kathleen spilling the beans to you on that facetime earlier.”

 

“You know if either of them did I still would’ve said yes.” She said reaching for his face again. This time she pulled his face to hers and kissed him. “You really want to adopt Noah?”

 

“Yes, I really do. I’ve talked to my kids about. They’re excited.” He said, his face breaking into a big smile.

 

“Did you say anything to him about it?” She asked.

 

Elliot shook his head. “No, I wanted to ask you first, and I thought you’d want to be involved.” He said.

 

“He’s going to be so excited. He needs this so much. It’s been difficult with him lately.” She said her eyes filling with tears again.

 

“Hey” He said reaching forward to wipe her tears away. “We’re in this together. Whatever life throws at us we navigate together.”

 

She reached forward to wrap her arm around him and gasped out in pain. “ahhhhhhh.”

 

“That dose didn’t really help with your pain huh? Want me to get another one? Directions say to give another dose if one doesn’t give relief.”

 

She nodded and shifted back in the bed slightly and cried out in pain again. “ahhhhh fuck this really sucks.”

 

“Easy.” Elliot said standing up. He helped her lean back against the pillows. “What hurts? You want some ice for your ribs?”

 

“It’s my shoulder. It burns and throbs.” She said squeezing her eyes shut.

 

“Getting shot sucks, doesn’t it? Let’s try putting a pillow under it.” He suggested. He walked to his closet grabbing an extra pillow. He walked back to her side and gently put it under her arm and elbow. He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. “Just lay back, I’ll go get the other dose of medication.”

 

She watched as he left the room. A wave of emotion hit her. He was so good to her. He took such good care of her. She brought her hand up to her eyes to wipe at the tears that formed again.

 

Elliot walked back into the room with another dose of medication and came to her side. “Hey, this should help.” He soothed. “Open up.” He prodded.

 

She opened her mouth, and he squirted the medication in. He reached for the bottle of water and opened the cap holding it to her mouth so she could drink from it. She leaned back with her eyes closed. She will say for certain she didn’t expect the day to turn out like this at all.

 

She knew Elliot had planned a night out for them, but she didn’t think anything of it because since they’d been together, he insisted they have two planned and well thought out date nights a month and she let him be in charge and plan them and he hadn’t disappointed once. They been on a nice culinary journey of New York restaurant over the past few months.

 

Their nights out would always be just the two of them, and they always got dressed up and tried very hard to keep work talk out of their nights. Sometimes work did interfere though. They would be nights he’d be waiting for her at SVU or she’d be waiting for him at OC.

 

She felt the bed dip when he took his spot next to her. He hand immediately reaching for his. He laced their fingers together. He leaned towards her to kiss her temple. “Get some rest Liv.”

 

“Are you going to stay with me?” She asked.

 

“Not going anywhere.” Elliot said. He reached for the tv remote shutting it off.

 

“I’m sorry all your plans didn’t work out. You put a lot of effort into it, you always do for out nights out. You plan them a lot better than I would.” She said.

 

“Well, the plan that mattered worked out.” He said.

 

“I can’t kiss you the way I want to.” She said, her words slightly beginning to slur.

 

“That’s ok, we will make up for it.” He said bringing her hand up and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

 

“I like to kiss you though. I like it… I like it a lot.” Her words slurred even more

 

Elliot laughed next to her. “I’m glad you like it Liv. I really enjoy kissing you too.”

 

Her eyes were closed as she spoke. “I wanted to for such a long time, so I swore to myself after the first time you kissed me that I wouldn’t ever stop.”

 

“You can kiss me whenever you want. I just don’t want you to get hurt. You need to relax those ribs right now, rest your shoulder, and you still have a grade 1, possibly a grade 2 concussion. You sleep now. I’ll be here when you wake up, I’ll be right next to you if you need anything. I;m not going anywhere.”

 

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<<< Elliot was sitting at his desk finishing up the last of his paperwork. He wanted to get it all done. He had a big weekend planned. A smile graced his face as Olivia crossed his mind.

 

He looked up and the smile on his face immediately fell. Fin was walking towards him, a grim look on his face.

 

Elliot glanced down and saw that Fin’s white shirt was covered in blood.

 

Elliot shot to his feet. “Fin, what happened?” He demanded.

 

“El” Fin started. He shook his head and looked down at the floor. “Olivia was shot.”

 

“Where is she? Is she ok? What hospital?” He demanded

 

Fin shook his head. “Elliot she didn’t make it, she didn’t make it to the hospital.”

 

Elliot shook his head. “No. No. Tell me where she is. I have to get to her. Fin where is she?”

 

Fin reached out and put his hand on his shoulder. “Olivia died Elliot. I’m sorry.” >>>

EOEOEOEOEOEO

 

Olivia lay awake listening to Elliot breath as he slept. He lay on his left side facing her. His left arm under his pillow and his right hand holding her left hand.

 

She had a feeling Elliot was going to propose to her. It honestly hadn’t made it any less special, or surprising. It still caught her off guard even though she sort of figured it out when he was acting shy and nervous earlier.

 

He had been dropping hints about her and Noah moving in with him for the past month. It honestly made sense since they were pretty much always here anyway.

 

She had woken up a little while ago. Not from pain, but from thirst. She struggled for s few minutes before she was able to get her water bottle open but she managed without waking Elliot up.

 

Suddenly Elliot jerked upwards with a gasp. She quickly turned her head towards him. “El?”

 

He quickly shifted towards her, his eyes wide and wild darting around. She could tell he’d had a nightmare.

 

His hand found her face and he said. “you’re here, you’re ok.”

 

She could hear the urgency in his voice. “Yes. El, I’m here. I’m ok. Come here.” She patted her chest with her right hand.

 

He shifted and laid his head on her chest. She wrapped her right arm around him, putting her palm on his cheek. “I’m ok, I’m here.” She felt him slip his right arm under her pillows and his left reached out to grasp her fingers that were sticking out of the sling. She felt him rub his thumb over her ring finer several times.

 

She stretched her face down and kissed the top of his head. “Shhhhhh” she soothed. “Go back to sleep, I’m right here, I’m ok.”

 

Bad dreams, nightmares, were commonalities for both of them. They both quickly became accustomed to helping the other when they awoke with nightmares. Elliot was able to help her settle back down quickly after her nightmares and panic attacks. He was able to ground her quickly and bring her back to herself and she was able to do the same for his.

 

She continued to rub her thumb over his cheek bone well after she knew he’d fallen back to sleep. Her broken ribs were on the left side, so him laying on the right side her chest did not hurt. It comforted her to have him so close to her. All night she had wanted him to hold her, but he was too worried about hurting her. The weight of him on her chest, and his scent was relaxing. She could feel herself starting to drift back to sleep.

 

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When he opened his eyes, he felt her hand on his shoulder. Then he heard the slow, steady beat of her heart, and he felt the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in and out.

 

She must’ve felt him moving. Her hand moved from his shoulder to his cheek. “You ok?” She asked sleepily.

 

The nightmare he’d had came back to him. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Yeah, I’m ok. Am I hurting you?” He asked.

 

“No, you’re not hurting me. I’m ok.” She said.

 

Her hand moved down and grasped his shirt, holding it in her hand. “It’s ok, you’re keeping me warm.”

 

He laughed. “Well, I’m glad I serve a purpose”

 

“Yes, right now it’s to keep me warm” she said.

 

He started to move. “Are you cold I can get a…” He felt her hand move to his shoulder again holding him in place.

 

“No, I’m fine” she said, “just stay where you are”

 

“You sure I am not hurting you?” he asked

 

“No, you’re not hurting me.” she said softly. Her hand traveled down his arm lightly brushing over the tattoo on his forearm. Her hand continued to move down his arm. It was like he knew her hand was seeking his.

 

His hand intertwined with hers. He felt her squeezing his hand tightly. His weight against her was comforting. She felt safe and secure. She didn’t want to let him go. This is how she always felt with him.

 

“Do you need anything?” He asked. He was feeling guilty that he’d had a nightmare and she had to comfort him while he was supposed to be taking care of her.

 

“No, right now I just need you, right here, just like this.” She replied.

 

He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the palm of her hand, before pressing her hand against his chest, over his heart.