Title: The Fire, Daddy!
Summary: My take on what happens after Maureen witnesses the crime scene in 'Wrong is Right'.
Disclaimers: I don't own 'em.
Spoilers: For 'Wrong is Right.'
Elliot Stabler lay in bed next to his wife, leaning over her and watching her as she slept. He gently stroked her hair and wondered how a guy like him was ever lucky enough to have a woman like her. She was absolutely amazing! Suddenly, though, he heard a scream come from Maureen's bedroom that made his heart nearly stop. The first thought that came to his mind was that she was being hurt. He grabbed his gun, jumped out of bed, and ran to her room. He threw the door open, turned on the light, and looked around, finding nobody but Maureen, who was sitting up, crying. He pocketed his gun, sat on her bed in front of her, and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"What's the matter, Maury? What's wrong?" he asked breathlessly. Tears were streaming down Maureen's face as she sobbed out the words, "fire", "make it stop", and "please, Daddy!" Then he realized that she'd had a nightmare about the case she'd witnessed. His daughter was trembling by now and he started to seriously worry about her.
"Come here," Elliot whispered and pulled her onto his lap, gently rocking her back and forth and stroking her hair. "Shh, it's all right. It's okay. I'm here, Baby. I'm right here. It's over now."
Maureen clutched her father as if her life depended on it. She'd never felt so scared in her whole life! That was the first time she'd seen her father in action, but that wasn't how she'd expected to see it. As the minutes passed, the blonde girl quieted down and went slack against her dad. She felt him reaching over for her hair brush and gently taking her hair out of its messy ponytail. For some reason, they had found that brushing her hair always calmed her down. So, for the next twenty minutes or so, Elliot ran the brush through the tangles in her hair until it was a silky wave of blonde. He carefully put it back up in a loose bun and kissed the top of her head. Then he started laying her back down on her bed, but held onto him even tighter, shaking her head frantically.
"No! I don't wanna see it again! Can't I come stay with you and Mom? Please, Daddy!" Maureen cried and felt tears welling up in her eyes again. Elliot noticed this and shushed her gently.
"Okay, okay, you can come stay with us. Just calm down, Sweetie. Everything's fine now." Lifting his daughter to his hip, which he hadn't done since she was seven, he held her close with one arm while grabbing the blanket Kathy's mother made for her in the other and wrapping it around her shoulders. He carried her into his and Kathy's bedroom and laid her next to her mother in the middle before settling in next to her, putting his arm around her and letting her snuggle close to him.
"Feelin' any better, Sweetie?" Elliot asked softly. Maureen nodded sleepily and laid her head on his shoulder. "Close your eyes. I'm right here. You don't have to worry anymore."
Maureen did as she was told, though reluctantly, and fell asleep almost instantly. Elliot sighed as she finally fell asleep and rested his head against hers. He never noticed Kathy watching them as they slept peacefully through the night.