"Are we there yet?" Dickie asked.
"Are we there yet?"
Elliot turned around. "Dickie…"
Dickie grinned widely. "Sorry, dad."
"Are Olivia and the twins coming?" Lizzie asked.
Elliot nodded. "They'll meet us there."
"Why didn't they come with us?"
"Because there are three of them and five of us, and we don't all fit in the same car."
"You're going to have to get a new car," Kathleen replied, "one that can fit all of us."
Elliot smiled. "Yeah, I'll probably have to do that."
They arrived at the house and all the kids got out.
"Wow," Lizzie said. "I like this place."
"There's room for everybody?" Kathleen asked.
Elliot nodded. "Olivia and I made sure of it."
"Here come Olivia, Maureen and the twins!" Lizzie said, pointing out the car that pulled up.
Olivia got out, smiling as Elliot came up to her. "Hey."
Elliot bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Hey. Welcome home."
Her smile widened.
"House!" Andrew pointed from Dickie's arms.
"That's right, buddy, that's our house," Elliot said, going over to the boy. "What do you think?"
"Big!" Caroline decided, nestled in Maureen's arms.
"Yeah, it's a lot bigger than our apartment, isn't it?" Olivia commented, coming over to her daughter. "You think we'll fit all of your and Andy's toys in here?"
"More toys," Andrew decided.
Olivia hesitated at the doorway to the SVU squad room. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, walking in.
"Morning, Olivia," Munch said, walking past with a cup of coffee.
"Hi, Munch," she replied in greeting. She waved to Fin, who was on the telephone, and he waved back.
Her eyes traveled to the desk opposite hers, and she smiled softly when she realized Elliot was there, sitting down and working on paperwork.
Cragen poked his head out of his office. "Stabler? Benson? My office."
Olivia felt sick as she followed Elliot into the captain's office.
They sat down in the offered chairs, staring expectantly at Cragen.
"The reason I said no to your request to a transfer the other day, is because I wanted to look at all the options," their captain explained.
Olivia was glad that Elliot had voiced the question. She was almost afraid to.
"Married cops can't be partnered together." Cragen looked up at the two of them. "There is no rule against dating cops. Since I can't see a ring on either of your fingers, then I assume you're dating."
"For the moment," Elliot replied. "Eventually, I want to make it more permanent."
Olivia's eyes almost popped out of her head. He hadn't talked to her about that…
"Eventually you'll have to transfer. But I want you both to be ready to do so, and the transferring cop to go to somewhere they want. Any questions?"
"No sir," Elliot said.
Olivia shook her head.
The two cops got up to leave.
"By the way," Cragen began. "I'm happy for you both. You've been through a lot to get here."
Olivia turned back in surprise, a smile slowly spreading on her face when she saw the small grin on her captain's. "Thank you," she murmured.
Elliot brought a box into the room where Olivia was packing some clothes. "How's the packing going?"
"Not bad," Olivia replied. She looked up. "Should I be worried as to why it's so quiet?"
Elliot chuckled. "The twins are with the other kids. I noticed you were about to have a breakdown."
"I never knew packing up an apartment could take so long."
"We could always take a break."
Olivia quirked an eyebrow. "Your kind of breaks tends to run longer than most."
Elliot smirked. "I can't help it. You sit there in those really short shorts and a tank top…what am I supposed to do?"
She handed him a box. "Help pack."
He accepted the box. "You're all heart."
Olivia grinned as he sat down next to her, and she leant over, pressing a small kiss to his lips. "Don't get all discouraged, El. I still remember that promise you made me about our first night and morning together in the new house. I intend to hold you to it."
Elliot grinned back. "Oh, I intend on keeping them."
Two days later, boxes, furniture and children had been unloaded into the new house. The kids were upstairs, and doors were slamming, along with children's voices echoing off the walls.
"The massacre for the best bedroom," Olivia said, walking in.
Elliot took her hand. "I think ours will be the best."
"No doubt," Olivia agreed. She took a deep breath. "This might actually all work."
Elliot glanced over at her. "What might all work?"
"You, me. The kids. This house. Our jobs."
He squeezed her hand. "It will. It might take some time, but it will."
Olivia nodded and leant against him. "This is gonna be good."