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Elliot had kept his word to Olivia and although sadly help had arrived too late for Jiao Wu, who had already been killed and had been buried in a garage under his whore house in Flushing. Ping had been founding in another on of his whore houses. She was pretty traumatized but she was alive.
Ping was now living with her aunt and her two little sisters.
Ricky had gone to court and been sentenced to life as well as been charged with other offences, including attempted rape on Olivia. Elliot had sat in the back of the court and watched as they dragged Ricky Yao away. The smirk had finally been wiped off of his face.
Olivia was in her apartment, in her comfiest sweat pants a baggy old knitted sweater that had been her mothers but that she had kept for nights like this, when she would just laze around her apartment.
She was curled up on the couch with a bottle of Rose wine in front of her. She was watching a film called 'Up close and personal' she liked the film mainly for its theme song 'because you loved me' sung by Celine Dion.
On one drunken viewing in the past she had considered singing the song to Elliot and had even picked up the phone to do so, but then she'd fallen asleep and the idea had quickly been dismissed when she had sobered up.
She hoped to God now that she hadn't sung to him when she had been drugged up. She didn't think she had but she could barely remember anything from that night. She was damn sure something had happened in the shower though.
She was just about to pull a blanket over herself and get completely comfy when someone knocked on her door. She was a little hesitant as it was getting close to 11.00 but eventually she got up and went over to the door, checking to see who was on the other side through the peephole.
She saw it was Elliot and took the chain off and opened up the door. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.
"One of your neighbors let me in. I was coming to see if you were okay." He said.
She had to smile she knew it was something else. "Why are you really here Elliot?" She asked as she folded her arms across her front and pulled on the sweater so it didn't look like it was drowning her so much.
Elliot was trying to think of an answer but he was distracted by what she was wearing. Her trousers made her legs look even longer and he wanted to be her sweater as she hugged it close to her body.
Her hair had been washed, and he could smell her shampoo. He loved the way her hair was slightly curled. He guessed she must have straightened it before she came to work every morning.
She also had no makeup on and he couldn't help but think how stunning she looked, she was so naturally beautiful and he loved that, along with everything else about her.
"Elliot…" She said bringing him out of his daydream. He noticed her hand was resting on his arm, her other arm was still folded across her front. "El, are you okay?" she asked him.
"Yea." He said confidently. He coughed and tried to act casual, he hoped she hadn't noticed him admiring her.
She just smiled, she had no idea why he was here but at least he was entertaining her. "Look do you want a drink?" She asked him as she walked into the kitchen.
"I'm driving." He told her as he walked over to the couch.
"Then stay the night." She called to him, biting her lips when she realized the words that had spilled out of her mouth.
She had her back to him but she wondered if he would be able to see her blushing cheeks reflecting off the kitchen tiles. "I'll take a beer." He said.
She suddenly stopped blushing. He had kind 'of agreed to stay by accepting the drink, and she didn't mind him staying. She opened the fridge and grabbed a beer then closed it. She opened the bottle then walked over to him.
"Thanks." He said as she handed him the beer.
"No problem." She said.
She picked up her glass and took a long swig of her wine, Elliot took a long swig from his beer. They both then stood there in silence.
"You wanna sit down?" She asked him
Elliot had been in her apartment loads of times and just helped himself to a spot on the couch, but they both felt like awkward teenagers on their first date. "Sure." Elliot said as he sat down.
She then sat down next to him. The film was still playing away on the TV. "You like this film?" Elliot asked her.
"It's okay." She said. She didn't want him thinking she sat at home watching romance flicks every night.
"I love this film." He said.
She was quite surprised. "You're a man of many mysteries Elliot Stabler. I had you down as more of a Die Hard fan." She said.
"Please, we are Die Hard, why would we need to watch it as well." He laughed.
She just laughed at him. "True." She said. She was suddenly aware of the butterflies in her stomach, she was nervous, and she never got nervous. She quickly gulped down some more wine, emptying her glass which she then filled back up.
"If you get drunk, wait till the morning to take a shower." He said.
She almost choked on the swig she had just taken. "What?" She asked him.
"Well having to try to help you shower when you were out on Rohypnol, with my eyes closed…" He quickly added "…was hard enough and enough for one life time." He said.
She knew something had gone on in her bathroom. Her embarrassment quickly turned into sarcasm. "Was I that bad to look at?" She asked him, pretending to sound a little hurt.
"God no…" He said quickly, touching her thigh to emphasize his point.
She moaned when his hand connected with her body and she had to cover it with a cough. "I was joking El. Besides I thought you said you had your eyes closed." She mentioned to him.
Elliot slumped back in the couch, he still hadn't moved his hand and truthfully he had no intentions of doing so. "Well the shower wasn't the worst of it…" He said.
"It wasn't." She asked him, sounding a little worried.
He began shaking his head. "No it was getting you dressed." He said.
"Oh my god!" She cried in embarrassment. She hid her face in her hands, and it was an either cry or laugh situation, so she laughed, nervously.
Elliot began laughing, he loved to wind her up, he loved her angry face when she realized he was teasing her, it was a half smile half frown thing and it made him go weak at the knees.
"Yea…" He said, continuing with the story "…listening to you struggling to get your clothes on like that, I felt really mean for not giving you more of a hand." He said.
She hit him in the leg after realizing she had fallen for him winding her up. It was her turn to wind him up. "So why wouldn't you want to dress me Elliot?" She asked him, trying to keep a serious face but it didn't work when she saw his jaw drop whilst he panicked, trying to think of a reply.
He wanted to say 'because I'd rather undress you' but he wasn't quite sure that would be appropriate. "Just shut up and watch the film." He said as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her next to him, leaving his arm there.
She had to laugh at his cunning way of getting out of answering her. She placed her hands on his leg and nuzzled into his body, making her self comfy. She felt safer in his arms than she ever had in her life.
They watched the film in silence for a minute, just when it had fell silent Olivia spoke up. "You looked." She said.
"I did not look. My eyes were closed the whole time." He said firmly.
"You looked." She said.
"I did not." He argued back.
They both fell silent again. Then she spoke up once more. "I'd have looked." She said.
Elliot felt himself blush, but knew she couldn't see him, but somehow he could feel her smiling. He just moved his hand up to her hair and began running his fingers through it, whilst resting his cheek against the top of her head as they both watched the film.
So that's actually the end, but if you want I could continue with the E/O thing, but it would kind' of be going off track, because this episode aired in like series 6, but this is fanfiction after all, the land of where anything can happen. So do you want me to go on or shall I leave it there.
Let me know. Thanks for reading.