AN: Ahhh what a long journey it's been. And this is the end….well the epilogue anyway. Which really means the end now. Thank you to everyone who took the time to review and comment, it's the only payment I get since wont work here. No matter how hard I try. ::wink::
See you in the next NCIS fic which should make an appearance sometime before Thanksgiving….
Kate wobbled slightly and frowned; she was frustrated. Shifting her weight slightly, she regained her balance and looked up to see Tony looking at her with that smartass grin on his face.
"What?" she snapped and wobbled again, this time getting her balance back faster.
"Having some trouble?" he asked with amusement.
She gave him a look and poked out one crutch at his legs, making contact with his shin. "I'd like to see you do this."
"Doesn't look too hard," he said and grinned at her.
She merely huffed and straightened her back slightly; this had already gotten on her nerves and Kate had at least another two weeks of it. The ankle she thought had been merely bruised was actually fractured. It was mild, but still stuck her in a cast and on the crutches, where she was having trouble adjusting.
"Screw it," she muttered and pulled them away, sitting down on the edge of Elliot's desk. Ahhhhh better.
Gibbs was in Cragen's office, saying a quick goodbye and thanks for the cooperation. Elliot and Olivia had disappeared on another call, but were due back any moment. The three NCIS officers decided to stop by the station house before heading to the airport to say goodbye and thank the members of SVU for their help. Gibbs really wanted to give Olivia a huge hug and kiss for doing what she did, for saving Kate.
During the standoff in the kitchen, Olivia had slid by the group and went into the back of the hall, figuring with SWAT at the front of the apartment, if the suspect didn't give up, he would move that way. When she had seen Hamilton moving toward her, she snuck into the master bedroom – the only room that was dry walled in completely. Waiting like a cat. As it turned out, that had been the room where he made the bomb; broken drywall littered the floor along with a trigger and pipes.
But for now just his thanks would have to do, and the promise that if the NYPD ever needed anything, they would be happy to help.
Kate scrunched her face and inspected Elliot's desk, looking for a letter opener; she had a really bad itch -- in the cast of course. Finding nothing, she turned and looked at Olivia's desk, again nothing; unfortunately Tony had wandered off somewhere, and she couldn't send him looking.
Sighing out loud, her search was stopped by Elliot's voice.
"Itches, huh?" he asked and pulled up his own casted left arm.
"Oh yes. How do you deal with it?"
He tapped his head with one finger. "Mind over matter."
"If only he had a mind…." Olivia's light voice preceded her into the room.
He looked at her and said, "Funny lady."
She shrugged in amusement. "I try…."
Kate watched the two and smiled: perfect for each other. The itch was temporarily forgotten.
Gibbs chose that moment to materialize from Cragen's office and Tony reappeared from somewhere. A quick round of 'thank you's and 'good lucks' went around the room and in short order, the NCIS officers were collecting their bags, Tony carrying Kate's.
Elliot observed Gibbs watching Kate closely as she tottled out next to Tony, who was walking slowly with her and chatting amicably. He took a few big steps and clasped the other man by the shoulder, leaning in and speaking in low tones.
"Don't be stupid."
Gibbs stopped and pinned him with a glare. "I'm sorry?"
"Going with your feelings is never the wrong thing to do. Trust me," Elliot said and made a point to look at Olivia.
Gibbs nodded slowly and gave Elliot a knowing smile, message received.
"Elliot, would you please stop that?"
He looked up at her guiltily and put the butter knife down.
"I know it itches -- what happened to mind over matter?"
He shrugged sheepishly. "Matter won."
She shook her head and resisted laughing at him; instead she turned to the coffee pot and pulled the carafe out, pouring two cups. Milk in his, milk and sugar in hers.
"Let's go…" she said and carried his cup into the living room where she placed it carefully on the table next to the couch. He followed her quietly, trying to ignore the increasingly itchy feeling.
She waited for him to settle onto the couch, sitting herself on his left side, and curling around the cast into his body.
"That was a long week," she muttered.
"Ohhh yeah," he agreed, reaching across his body and putting his right hand on her head, stroking her hair lightly.
She moved in closer and put her head on his broad chest, as he continued to run his fingers through her hair.
"How are you?" he asked.
She lifted her head and looked him straight in the eyes. "You know, I'm great. Better than I have been in a while. I slayed the dragon, even though it wasn't mine."
He nodded in understanding, moving his good hand down to her face, cupping her cheek lightly.
She smiled and leaned into him, kissing him lightly on the lips.
"You are a good man, Elliot Stabler," she said and moved toward him again, kissing him harder.
Pulling away, she slid her body lithely into his lap, straddling him.
"And you're about to get very lucky," she whispered.