Disclaimer: However much I wish I did I do not own Law and Order: Special Victims Unit… or the Yankees. If I did I would have lots of –ahem- fun. But… no dice.

Yankee Game

"Hey Liv." Olivia turned around from her locker in the squad room to see her partner Elliot.

"Hey El, what's up?" Olivia asked.

"Uh, nothing much. I was just wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow. I have an extra ticket for the Yankee/Boston game." Elliot said.

Olivia gasped. "No way! I was trying to get tickets for months. They were sold out all over the place."

"Well, I'm just lucky I guess." Elliot gave a half smile.

"But no, really, I'm not doing anything tomorrow. I would love you go with you." Olivia said.

"Okay, great. I'll swing by your place at, eh, four thirty. We can find a parking spot and then maybe tailgate a little." Elliot said.

"Oh, you don't have to-" Olivia was then cut off.

"Nonono, I insist." Elliot said sternly, leaving no room for argument.

"Okay." Olivia said defeated. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, bye."


They finally found a parking spot at five twenty. They popped the trunk, took out a mini grill, some chairs, and set everything up.

"You want a burger?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah, please." Olivia replied opening a beer for both of them.




The time passed very quickly. They managed to only have one beer the entire time. They knew that you could make a huge fool of yourself at a game if you were drunk. They spent the entire time talking comfortably. They talked about open cases, old cases, the squad, how much the Yankees needed to win, and many other things. At seven ten they decided to head in.

After they got through security they made their way to the escalators.

"So, where are these seats anyway?" Olivia asked skeptically. "All the way out in right field upper tier?" She said jokingly.

"No, not exactly." Elliot said with a shit-eating grin.

When they got to the tier section they went to the bathroom. When they got together again they went to go find their seats.

Elliot handed Olivia her ticket. "Section two, row r." She read. "Sounds good."

Elliot just walked silently.

When they finally got up the mountain of steps and sat down Olivia let out a soft "Wow." She turned to Elliot. "These are amazing seats. You can see the entire field."

"Well…" Elliot said faking an embarrassed look.


The game went back and forth the entire time. Boston was winning. Yankees were winning.

It was the bottom of the ninth. 10-6 Boston. Two outs. Three and two. Bases loaded. Basic irony. Derek Jeter up at bat. He hits a grand slam, game continues into the tenth. He gets out, they lose. Everyone is on the edge of their seats.

The pitch is thrown. Jeter swings. He makes contact. The ball is high. It is long. It is gone!

The stadium erupted in screams as everyone jumped to their feet.

Elliot turned to Olivia who was watching Jeter round the bases. He then in pure joy leaned down to kiss her. Only a peck on the lips for Jeter hitting the homerun. He thought as his lips met hers.

After a second she realized what he was doing and he started to pull a way. She then put her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long and deep kiss.

After a moment through the bliss they heard something along the lines of, "Hey! Down in front! Get a room!"

They pulled aw ay quickly instantly shy. They sat down and put their arms around each other.

"Figures." Olivia commented.


The game ended well. The Yankees won by one run in the eleventh.

When they finally reached Olivia's house she turned to him. "Hey, do you, uh… wanna come up for a drink or something?

"Sure. I would love that." He gave her a peck on the lips.