|January 1st, 12:01 AM
Author: TStabler PM
A series of New Years Eve themed fics, similar to my Christmas ones. E/O with the squad and the family. Some will be slightly AU and some will contain some, ahem, lovin'.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - E. Stabler & O. Benson - Chapters: 8 - Words: 14,336 - Reviews: 53 - Favs: 27 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 12-31-09 - Published: 12-25-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5611555
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A/N: And the first of my New Year fics. Posted on the day after Christmas, as promised. From now till New Year's Eve! If my imagination can come up with that many New Year's Eve scenario's....Oh, it will, doy!
DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters are owned by Dick Wolf. Story, dialogue and narrative owned and protected by TStabler©
"Okay, how about 'I will eat less fattening foods'," Casey offered. Olivia looked at her like she was crazy, and Alex and Melinda were not exactly looking at her like she was sane, either. "Oh, right. You don't eat them to begin with."
"Um...oh! 'I will not aim my gun at Alex'." Alex said with a big, toothy grin.
"When have I ever pulled my gun on you?" Olivia asked, furrowing her brow and pursing her lips.
Alex took a bite of her sandwich. "Never, I would just like it to stay that way."
"Oh, I have the perfect resolution for you, Olivia," Melinda said, smirking at Casey and Alex. "What about, 'I will kiss Elliot Stabler at midnight on New Year's Eve?"
"Perfect," Alex said.
Casey clapped and bowed to Melinda. "I am not worthy. You have found the Holy Grail, Dr. Warner."
Olivia, white and slightly pasty, choked on her salad. "Woah, hey, guys. I said I wanted you to help me make a New Year's resolution not a death wish!"
"He's single now, and we all know he's crazy about you, Olivia!" Casey, drinking her glass of wine, tried to convince her friend to go with it. "It could be your lucky year!"
Olivia shook her head. "Yeah, he's single, but crazy about me? Negative. You're all delusional. Besides, I'd be risking my job, our partnership, our friendship...everything," she said staring into her water glass. "I just...can't."
Melinda, drinking her wine, looked at Olivia in shock. "Olivia, you know he's nuts about you. We all do. What makes you think you'll screw everything up by kissing him?"
"Guys, come on! I haven't had the luckiest year of my life, and I'm not about to push my luck, that I don't have, by kissing the only man who ever mattered to me. He'll disappear. SHe bit her bottom lip and quietly added, "Like everyone else." Suddenly Olivia got up and headed toward the ladies room.
"Well, if she can't make the resolution, we're just gonna have to make it for her," Alex said with a sly, impish grin.
Casey chuckled as she looked at Melinda, then at Alex. "Okay, counselor. I know that look. Let's hear this diabolical plan of yours."
Smirking, Alex told them every sordid detail.
"Okay, Case. Yeah, I got it! Meet you here at nine. I still don't see why we couldn't just meet at the...I know, that's what you said but, Fin is right here I could just...hello? She hung up on me," Olivia said as she flicked her phone shut and tossed it on her desk.
"What was that about anyway?" Elliot asked.
Olivia rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Well, tonight was supposed to be a girl thing, since a week ago we were all blissfully single. But, then Casey hooked up with Fin, Munch grew some balls and asked Alex out, and Melinda is seeing some blonde doctor she works with. So, instead of going to O'Malley's like we planned, now, as you know, we're going to some little sit down Tapas place. I assume you're bringing some leggy blonde or perky-boobed redhead. I get to be the, uh, ninth wheel."
"Eighth," Elliot corrected.
"You're not bringing a date?" Olivia asked, hoping the excitement and joy in her voice was well hidden.
Elliot shook his head. "Nope. You and I get to be like the, uh, training wheels, I guess. The stable relationship keeping the confused, awkward couples from tumbling over all night." He flushed. He had just implied that he and Olivia were in a relationship, and a stable one at that. "I mean, ya know, cause we've been partners for so long that we're uh..."
"I know what you meant, El." She went back to typing her paperwork. "You wouldn't have meant it any other way," she said almost under her breath.
"Yo, El, man," Fin said. "I'm havin' car problems. Casey's pickin' me up, so I can't take you. Just meet us here at nine. We'll hoof it. Cool?"
Elliot nodded. "Yeah, Fin. No problem."
Olivia looked up from her computer. "Wait, that doesn't make any....Casey was supposed to pick me up because my lack of car makes driving hard. She just told me that her car was in the...oh, maybe I'm just getting wires crossed it's been a long day." Olivia said with a shrug. "People are not having any luck today."
Olivia walked into the bullpen, double checking her bag for everything she'd need. "All right, I couldn't get a taxi, and these shoes were not really designed to...okay, a room full of nobody." She looked around and the squadroom was empty. She checked her watch. It was nine-oh-four. Where was everyone?
"Hey guys, I had to park all the way down the street...Liv," Elliot stopped in his tracks when he took in the sight before him. She was stunning. Her hair fell to her shoulders, down and wavy. The navy blue, sparkly dress she was wearing hugged every curve and hit at just above the knee. The V-cut neckline was just low enough to be sexy and not low-enough to be slutty. It was perfectly Olivia. "You look incredible."
She blushed. Dammit. "Oh, thank you, El. You look quite dashing yourself." Did she really just say dashing? Her brain had melted the moment he walked in. The suit he had on hit every rippling muscle in just the right way, and the color off-set his cerulean eyes perfectly. She could look into those eyes forever.
They heard the door slam and it made both of them jump. They heard the jingle of keys and a slip of paper passed under the door. Olivia ran over and retrieved it, and when she read it, her face went white, her blood ran cold and she wanted to die. "I'm going to kill them, and you're going to help me."
"What?" Elliot asked, perplexed.
"Listen to this, El. 'Hey guys. Champagne on Captain's desk for you. You can see the ball drop from Interrogation Room One. Sorry to do this to you, but it's the only way either of you will keep your resolution. Good luck. We'll be back at twelve-oh-five to unlock the door. Happy New Year. Fin, Munch, Casey, Alex and Melinda.' Those sons of bitches," she declared, pressing her lips together.
"Oh, great. I knew Fin was gonna do something like this the minute he suggested that I..." he stopped himself.
Olivia looked up at him. "That you...what?"
"Well, Liv, Fin kind of gave me my New Year's resolution," Elliot said, throwing his hand in the air.
Olivia laughed. "Well, I got mine from the great Dr. Warner. I told her she was shit out of luck. Guess doctors and lawyers don't like to take 'no' for an answer, huh?"
"Neither do cops, Liv." He sat on the edge of the desk next to her. "Well, lucky us," he said going into Cragen's office to get the champagne. He came back and popped the cork, making Olivia laugh. "We're stuck here, might as well make the most of it."
Olivia nodded as she took a plastic cup of the bubbly from Elliot. "No one else I'd rather be trapped in a room with," she said with a smirk as they toasted.
By eleven-thirty they had talked about everything. From how Elliot and the kids were handling life without Kathy, great all around, to what they each thought about the latest Bon Jovi album, loved it. Somehow, they ended up on the interrogation table, with the bottle of champagne half gone. They were cuddling, her head was on his chest and he was absent-mindedly stroking her hair. They had been involved in an intense word association game for the last ten minutes, and the last word Elliot had said was "rainbow."
Liv hummed. "Pot of gold."
Elliot laughed. "Leprechaun."
"Lucky charms," said Olivia laughing. She'd been thinking of the cartoon one from the breakfast cereal commercial.
Elliot said, "Four-leaf clover."
There was silence for a moment. "You," Olivia said softly.
"What?" Elliot said. "I couldn't here you, baby."
Her head popped up. He just called her baby. Really? "Uh, I said, 'you'."
"How do you get the letter U from 'four leaf clover' ? You mean like a horseshoe?" He furrowed his brow.
"No, not the letter U. You, you." She pointed to him, for emphasis. "You. Elliot Stabler. Because, you're Irish. And...rare, like a four-leaf clover. Ya know?" She said, biting her bottom lip.
"Uh, okay. I guess." Elliot went to pull her back down on the table with him, but she hopped up.
"I mean, think about it! You could have a field of clover and you could spend an eternity looking through every single one, and you're always just going to come up with the stupid, piddly little three-leaf clovers that aren't lucky at all, they just think they are because they're green and clover-like. They'll never make you happy, you'll just always compare them to the four-leaf clover. You'll look at them and resent them and finally throw them away, because they'll just never be as good as the fucking four-leaf clover."
She threw her hand in a wild gesture and took two steps back. "Then, stupid you, you go right back out into the field and try again, pulling and ripping at the clover, but still, all you get is goddamn three-leaf clovers, the annoying fuckers. And the one you want, the one you really fucking want, the one with the four goddamn leaves? You can't have it because there was only one in the whole fucking bunch and some arrogant, blonde bitch skipped through the damn field before you did and found it and plucked it, and now it's all bent and broken and it thinks its luck has run out, but that's only because the person who had it before, the fucking idiot who didn't know what a goddamn treasure she had in her hands, mistreated it and didn't care for it the way that she should have and just left it there to die, when I, the one who really needed the luck and the love and the protection that the fucking four-leaf clover could have given me for the last nine damn years, would have cherished it, and kept it safe, and wouldn't have let anything or anyone do anything to hurt you...it...the clover."
"Wow, Liv," Elliot got up to go to her, to somehow stop the tears that were running down her cheeks.
"Don't, El," she said, putting a hand up to keep him at bay. She sniffled. "I don't even know where that came from. Or why I'm crying. But, I do know that you have to stay there."
"Okay," he said. "Liv, so you said...me? That whole rant about plants, that was about...me."
Olivia scoffed. "You're in the wrong line of work. You should be a detective. Oh...wait," she said, with a sarcastic laugh through her tears. "Look, it's almost midnight. I don't wanna spend the last five minutes of this year feeling the way I've felt for the last..."
"Nine years?" Elliot asked, worry etched in his chiseled features.
Olivia's eyes widened. "Why do you pick now to pick up on my brilliant use of metaphor?"
"Well, Liv, now I'm right there with ya. If you said 'me', then I have to say 'you', because the only thing that makes sense to me, the only person I can think of when I think about myself, is you. We belong together, Benson and Stabler. I got that whole rant, Liv. I mean, there were a lot of 'goddamns' and 'fucks' but I understood. And, Liv, I want to be...no I am yourfour-leaf clover. I have loved and protected you, haven't I? I just couldn't, I mean I didn't think you wanted me, so I tried to make things work with Kathy. I've wanted to be yours for the last nine damn years." He pulled her into a hug, inhaled her scent and sighed. And when he pulled back, they could hear the people on the street outside counting down. "I think your luck is about to change, Liv." They knew the ball was dropping, but they weren't interested. They were counting down to something else.
The moment their eyes met, all was lost. The kiss was everything they had each imagined it could and would be. Gentle and rough, welcome and imposing, emotional and lustful, passionate and aggressive, giving and hungry, desperate and understanding and above all else filled with pure, unadulterated love.
They weren't sure how long they'd been standing in the cold, metallic room kissing like their lives depended on it, but when they could no longer breathe, they pulled away from each other, reluctantly. "Happy New Year, baby." Elliot said. "What do you think this year's gonna be like for us?"
"Damn lucky," Olivia replied. They laughed, sharing their little inside joke. "I've already kept my resolution."
"What do you know, Liv, so have I," Elliot said, smirking. "I'm about to do it again, too."
"Hmm...must be my lucky night," Olivia said smiling as Elliot gave her her second kiss of the new year, oblivious to the five smirking people watching from the two-way mirror.
A/N: Hmmmm, and your thoughts of the first NYE fic??