A/N: A new story that im writing, i already have a bunch of chappy's done...here we go! (the beginning is a BIT misleading...but keep reading (:)
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Elliot Stabler.
The name that every woman within a mile of the 16th Precinct knew. He was smart, sexy, and not even to mention amazing in bed. But wait – not everyone knew that. It was just obvious by the way he looked. I mean, come on, what man that looks like that could not be good in bed? I mean honestly.
He’s a man that can make you faint with just a single look, a man who can make a woman’s mind go blank just by speaking, a man who has every other man in the vicinity looking in the mirror and asking themselves, “What the hell happened to me,” while at the same time getting their girlfriends and wives away from this man as fast as they could.
Because he was like that.
Ironically, he had a very small grasp on what he did to women (and, if it is their preference, men too). However – he knew he was hot. He knew he was good at his job. He knew that he was single. He knew that any woman in the city, including a few of the married ones, would take him without a second thought.
But he didn’t go after them.
That was always the mysterious thing about Elliot Stabler: he could have any woman he wanted, but he refrained and never dated.
Sure, a few years ago when he was still married but separated, he dated a little bit. But not this time. Rumor has it that he hasn’t gotten laid in over a year. But that’s just the rumor mill for you, I mean, come on. There’s no way a man that looks like that would go that long without getting some action, right? Just look at him! But, as rumors go, there was another one that explained it. No one knows if it’s true, but I know that there are quite a few bets going around. Wait, no, I take that back. Everyone with half a brain has a bet out on this. What are the bets about, you ask? Well, here it is.
Elliot Stabler hasn’t gotten laid in a year because he wants someone in particular, and privately refuses to be with anyone else. Know who it is yet? I hope you do, because it is blindingly obvious, and if you don’t…then I can’t help but feel sorry for you.
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SVU Bullpen
Monday, April 5th, 2009
11:39 P.M.
I’m sitting here watching him. Again. I try to resist…sometimes. But today I can’t help to watch him, watch his perfectly chiseled chest rise with every breath, his brow furled in concentration as he quickly scribbles through the paperwork. I have a ton of it myself, but I don’t really care – his face is much better to look at then the dull report that I’m supposed to be working on.
Obviously, we don’t have a case, which is actually pretty bittersweet. The bitter part of it is that all we do is paperwork. The sweet part is that no poor random person is out there being raped, or an innocent child is getting molested.
“Stabler, Benson, we’ve got a case,” Cragen yells, poking his head out of his office door to look at them. “Munch and Fin should be here any minute now with a witness, before they head off to Mercy.”
Oops. Guess I spoke too soon.
“Who is it?” asks Elliot, turning around to address our captain’s out-stretched head.
“I don’t know. They said they’d explain when they got here,” he replies, before going back into his office. Elliot shrugs and turns back around, before once again giving his attention to the job at hand.
Great, a victim. I wish some people weren’t so evil and down-right cruel. I sigh out loud, and he looks up.
“You okay?” he asks me, trying to make his voice sound light and casual. The concern flashing in his eyes like a massive neon sign however, completely negates that fact. I give him a small, reassuring smile.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
He nods and goes back to his previous occupation, but I can tell he isn’t into it. His eyes show that he is concerned, but I know that he doesn’t want to argue because he is afraid of fighting…and that could eventually lead to losing me again. Or is the other way around? Am I the one who’s scared?
Munch enters the bullpen, and is obviously stressed about something.
“Hey Stabler, don’t freak out or anything, but-“ He doesn’t get to finish, because…oh my god! Kathleen!
Elliot and I stand up and run over to her at the exact same moment. He puts his hands on her shoulders and leans down so that he’s eye level with her. His voice raises about 3 octaves, and his fear is clear in his voice.
“Kathleen, what happened? Are you okay?”
What if something did happen to her? What if she was…oh god, no, not to Kathleen, not after what she’s already been through…It’ll break El. It’ll break me.
The young woman in question looks up at Elliot, extreme pain radiating off of her in strong shock waves.
“No, but I wish it had been me instead,” she says quietly, before bursting into tears and falling into her father’s arms. I put my and on her back and rub soothingly. Placing my hand on El’s back, he turns his head to meet my eyes. He reads them instantly and nods, letting go of his daughter and taking her face in his hands.
“Hey come on, let’s go upstairs,” he whispers to her, holding back his own tears. As they turn, he meets my eyes again, telling me to follow him, but in the process exposing his very soul to me. The raw emotions are so strong...I’m feeling what both of us are feeling and it’s almost unbearable. I know he is doing the same.
Tears spill over my eyes and down my face. I never cry…in public, that is.
Elliot hurries quickly with Kathleen, walking fast so that hopefully no one can see his own tears that are dangerously close to spilling over. I follow them as he had requested.
This is killing me, watching El like this. I have never seen him this messed up…ever. And we’ve been through some tough shit.
Reaching the lounge, he makes to sit down, but I flick my eyes to the crib. He sees my message, and abruptly changes direction. As we enter, Elliot and Kathleen sit down on a bunk and I sit on her other side, taking her hand, while Elliot puts his arm around her.
I wonder what’s happened? Kathleen is too torn up for it to have been just a “small” thing. She’s seen something horrible, traumatizing even. And the fact that this is OUR case…SVU…oh god no…please don’t tell me…
“Kathleen baby,” I say softly, “Tell us what happened.”
She keeps staring at the ground as she talks, and I feel the grip on her hand tighten on mine as she begins.
“I was…” she swallowed, before taking a deep, shaky breath and beginning again.
“I was walking home from work like I always do,” I know about her job, she’s recently gotten one at a small outlet store while trying to get back into school. El told mentioned it to me the other day.
“When I turned a corner and…there was Ashley. She was – “ Kathleen cuts off, sobbing. Elliot grips her harder, and I look at him for the first time.
His eyes are slightly red and he is freely crying now, just like me. I can tell that he’s trying to be strong for her, but it’s too much for even the Stabler Shell. His eyes meet mine, and our joint pain meets in the middle, and suddenly I’m feeling even worse off.
His pain is my pain, and vice versa. This time though, I think the conjoined pain may kill us both.
“There was a man, on – on top of her. He - he - he was…raping her!”
At her last exclamation, any resolve Kathleen had just crumbled. She’s cry loudly and freely, as Elliot pulls her to him.
I can’t take this any longer, just holding her hand.
I get on my knees in front of her, and put my arms around her. She buries her head in my neck, so now there was a head on each side of her face. Since there’s only one of her and two of us, we are in a three-way hug. One of El’s arms are around me, and the other one is around Kathleen. Mine are both around her.
Behind Kathleen’s back, mine and El’s eyes meet. So many things pass between us at this moment.
I apologize for not telling him about Sealview, and running away emotionally.
He apologizes for not being there when I needed him.
I apologize for pushing him away.
He apologizes for not being persistent.
At this very instant, we accept the other’s apologies.
I know we are one once again – almost, anyway. There’s still much to be said, but…all will come to pass in due time.
But for now we just all hold onto each other for dear life, because if we make it out of this even partially unscathed…it will be a miracle.
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A/N: Tell me what you think!
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Elliot Stabler.
The name that every woman within a mile of the 16th Precinct knew. He was smart, sexy, and not even to mention amazing in bed. But wait – not everyone knew that. It was just obvious by the way he looked. I mean, come on, what man that looks like that could not be good in bed? I mean honestly.
He’s a man that can make you faint with just a single look, a man who can make a woman’s mind go blank just by speaking, a man who has every other man in the vicinity looking in the mirror and asking themselves, “What the hell happened to me,” while at the same time getting their girlfriends and wives away from this man as fast as they could.
Because he was like that.
Ironically, he had a very small grasp on what he did to women (and, if it is their preference, men too). However – he knew he was hot. He knew he was good at his job. He knew that he was single. He knew that any woman in the city, including a few of the married ones, would take him without a second thought.
But he didn’t go after them.
That was always the mysterious thing about Elliot Stabler: he could have any woman he wanted, but he refrained and never dated.
Sure, a few years ago when he was still married but separated, he dated a little bit. But not this time. Rumor has it that he hasn’t gotten laid in over a year. But that’s just the rumor mill for you, I mean, come on. There’s no way a man that looks like that would go that long without getting some action, right? Just look at him! But, as rumors go, there was another one that explained it. No one knows if it’s true, but I know that there are quite a few bets going around. Wait, no, I take that back. Everyone with half a brain has a bet out on this. What are the bets about, you ask? Well, here it is.
Elliot Stabler hasn’t gotten laid in a year because he wants someone in particular, and privately refuses to be with anyone else. Know who it is yet? I hope you do, because it is blindingly obvious, and if you don’t…then I can’t help but feel sorry for you.
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SVU Bullpen
Monday, April 5th, 2009
11:39 P.M.
I’m sitting here watching him. Again. I try to resist…sometimes. But today I can’t help to watch him, watch his perfectly chiseled chest rise with every breath, his brow furled in concentration as he quickly scribbles through the paperwork. I have a ton of it myself, but I don’t really care – his face is much better to look at then the dull report that I’m supposed to be working on.
Obviously, we don’t have a case, which is actually pretty bittersweet. The bitter part of it is that all we do is paperwork. The sweet part is that no poor random person is out there being raped, or an innocent child is getting molested.
“Stabler, Benson, we’ve got a case,” Cragen yells, poking his head out of his office door to look at them. “Munch and Fin should be here any minute now with a witness, before they head off to Mercy.”
Oops. Guess I spoke too soon.
“Who is it?” asks Elliot, turning around to address our captain’s out-stretched head.
“I don’t know. They said they’d explain when they got here,” he replies, before going back into his office. Elliot shrugs and turns back around, before once again giving his attention to the job at hand.
Great, a victim. I wish some people weren’t so evil and down-right cruel. I sigh out loud, and he looks up.
“You okay?” he asks me, trying to make his voice sound light and casual. The concern flashing in his eyes like a massive neon sign however, completely negates that fact. I give him a small, reassuring smile.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
He nods and goes back to his previous occupation, but I can tell he isn’t into it. His eyes show that he is concerned, but I know that he doesn’t want to argue because he is afraid of fighting…and that could eventually lead to losing me again. Or is the other way around? Am I the one who’s scared?
Munch enters the bullpen, and is obviously stressed about something.
“Hey Stabler, don’t freak out or anything, but-“ He doesn’t get to finish, because…oh my god! Kathleen!
Elliot and I stand up and run over to her at the exact same moment. He puts his hands on her shoulders and leans down so that he’s eye level with her. His voice raises about 3 octaves, and his fear is clear in his voice.
“Kathleen, what happened? Are you okay?”
What if something did happen to her? What if she was…oh god, no, not to Kathleen, not after what she’s already been through…It’ll break El. It’ll break me.
The young woman in question looks up at Elliot, extreme pain radiating off of her in strong shock waves.
“No, but I wish it had been me instead,” she says quietly, before bursting into tears and falling into her father’s arms. I put my and on her back and rub soothingly. Placing my hand on El’s back, he turns his head to meet my eyes. He reads them instantly and nods, letting go of his daughter and taking her face in his hands.
“Hey come on, let’s go upstairs,” he whispers to her, holding back his own tears. As they turn, he meets my eyes again, telling me to follow him, but in the process exposing his very soul to me. The raw emotions are so strong...I’m feeling what both of us are feeling and it’s almost unbearable. I know he is doing the same.
Tears spill over my eyes and down my face. I never cry…in public, that is.
Elliot hurries quickly with Kathleen, walking fast so that hopefully no one can see his own tears that are dangerously close to spilling over. I follow them as he had requested.
This is killing me, watching El like this. I have never seen him this messed up…ever. And we’ve been through some tough shit.
Reaching the lounge, he makes to sit down, but I flick my eyes to the crib. He sees my message, and abruptly changes direction. As we enter, Elliot and Kathleen sit down on a bunk and I sit on her other side, taking her hand, while Elliot puts his arm around her.
I wonder what’s happened? Kathleen is too torn up for it to have been just a “small” thing. She’s seen something horrible, traumatizing even. And the fact that this is OUR case…SVU…oh god no…please don’t tell me…
“Kathleen baby,” I say softly, “Tell us what happened.”
She keeps staring at the ground as she talks, and I feel the grip on her hand tighten on mine as she begins.
“I was…” she swallowed, before taking a deep, shaky breath and beginning again.
“I was walking home from work like I always do,” I know about her job, she’s recently gotten one at a small outlet store while trying to get back into school. El told mentioned it to me the other day.
“When I turned a corner and…there was Ashley. She was – “ Kathleen cuts off, sobbing. Elliot grips her harder, and I look at him for the first time.
His eyes are slightly red and he is freely crying now, just like me. I can tell that he’s trying to be strong for her, but it’s too much for even the Stabler Shell. His eyes meet mine, and our joint pain meets in the middle, and suddenly I’m feeling even worse off.
His pain is my pain, and vice versa. This time though, I think the conjoined pain may kill us both.
“There was a man, on – on top of her. He - he - he was…raping her!”
At her last exclamation, any resolve Kathleen had just crumbled. She’s cry loudly and freely, as Elliot pulls her to him.
I can’t take this any longer, just holding her hand.
I get on my knees in front of her, and put my arms around her. She buries her head in my neck, so now there was a head on each side of her face. Since there’s only one of her and two of us, we are in a three-way hug. One of El’s arms are around me, and the other one is around Kathleen. Mine are both around her.
Behind Kathleen’s back, mine and El’s eyes meet. So many things pass between us at this moment.
I apologize for not telling him about Sealview, and running away emotionally.
He apologizes for not being there when I needed him.
I apologize for pushing him away.
He apologizes for not being persistent.
At this very instant, we accept the other’s apologies.
I know we are one once again – almost, anyway. There’s still much to be said, but…all will come to pass in due time.
But for now we just all hold onto each other for dear life, because if we make it out of this even partially unscathed…it will be a miracle.
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A/N: Tell me what you think!