...Or Just Look Like One

A/N: heres chapter five; this is the last one i already wrote, so chapter six is still in the worx ;) as always, enjoy!
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Two Awkward Minutes Later


“Kids…” Elliot said unsurely. “Go upstairs and unpack all of your stuff. I’ll be up there in a few minutes.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Dickie, wondering how so much hate could be conveyed in a single look. It utterly broke my heart to see a child of Elliot’s, especially one that looked so much like him, have that look towards me. The last had been Kathleen, before she realized that...

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...

A/N: heres chapter 3 loves! enjoy!

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And now, I have a boxer-clad Elliot Stabler standing in the doorway of my apartment.

Wow.

Oh, and three guesses who’s at the door.

“Um, is there something I should be aware of detectives?”

Elliot is just standing there like a brain-dead idiot, his mouth slightly agape. I am staring in shock with my jaw on the floor, and Kathleen is like, “Shit.” Actually, she mumbled “shit” when El opened the door, seeing as she knew who the person was.

“Ah, Captain,” I manage to force out of my throat. “Good morning?”...

Maybe Tonight...Maybe I'll fall...Maybe he'll crash through my walls...maybe at last love will come back and take me deep into his arms...Maybe the heart, that falls apart finally wins...Maybe tonight I'll finally fall in love again...

Olivia sat slumped at her desk. The squad room was empty, that was why she was here. Tears rolled from her cheeks, falling softly onto the letter she was clutching. It was cruel. Her boyfriend had broken up with her...Through a letter. He didn't even have the guts to say it to her face.

It was then she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder.
"You alright, Liv?"...