A/N: And now, I present, the final chapter of AIL. Hope you have enjoyed and thanks for reading! Look around the site for my other fics! There are plenty of 'em.

DISCLAIMER: Intellectual Property, exception of characters, belongs to TStabler© Characters belong to Dick Wolf.

A single gunshot.

One lone shot.

The four people who were sitting in the sqaudroom ran into the pit, and gazed into the two way mirror in complete shock.

How could one bullet make such a mess? Where was he hit? How the hell did she manage to break the damn door? It was split in half, down the middle, both halves lying in the middle of the interrogation room floor. A result of the flying kick she'd given it to get into the room, perhaps?

Olivia still had her gun raised and aimed, just in case the asshole tried anything funny. His leg hung limply to the side, hanging loosely from the broken, bleeding kneecap. Tucker cursed loudly when he tried to move, but persisted, sliding closer to the gun he'd dropped.

"Fuck no," Olivia said, kicking the little pistol toward Elliot who, still stunned at the incredible show of power he'd just witnessed, picked it up and aimed it.

"So, Porter let you in here with a gun, then locked the door on his way out. What did you promise him, Tucker?" Olivia asked.

Admitting defeat, knowing when to quit, he answered. "Elliot's job."

Olivia backed up, lowering her gun, so two detectives who'd come in from Major Case could step into the room and haul the douchebag away. She turned and buried her head in Elliot's chest. He wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a tight, secure hug. "Come on," he said, peering down at her. "I wanna get out of this room."

As they made their way out of the pit into the bullpen, Kathleen, Lizzie and Dickie came bursting through the unit's entrance.

"I didn't steal it you weasel," Dickie cried. "That's why we're here!"

Lizzie screamed back at her brother, "Ugh, you took it, you booger! Just admit it!" Kathleen rolled her eyes and slumped in her father's chair.

Olivia and Elliot looked at the twins and crossed their arms, each raising an eyebrow, giving identical looks of disapproval to the young ones. "Explain," they said together.

Taking a deep breath, Lizzie started speaking. "Dickie took my science fair project. I rigged my iPod to emit powerful electromagnetic waves, tuned to a specific frequency."

Munch cleared his throat. "And, what do these electromagnetic waves do, Lizzie, dear?" He smirked at Fin, and grinned proudly.

"I'm hoping, if I have the wires crossed correctly, that they'll force Dickie and I to physically act on the emotions of the music."

"You two?" Alex asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes. I mean, we wouldn't play any love songs! Gross! But, in order for the experiment to work, the physical and emotional chemistry of the two people has to be powerful enough to demand an intense connection, wherein the two share an almost telepathic bond." She looked at the radio and thought of a metaphor. "They are like walkie-talkies, tuned to the same channel. It's called an I-Function boundary gap. It's a scientific phenomenon only found in twins and, some scientists believe, soulmates."

"Soulmates, you say?" Olivia asked with a brilliant smile.

"Yes, Liv. I do not have a soulmate, since I am only twelve. I do, however, have a twin. I have to prove this theory by Friday, and just because he doesn't want to be forced to do the Macarena or cry when the song tells him to, he stole..." she was interrupted when Fin tossed the blue device to her. She caught it nimbly in her hands. "My iPod! Thanks, Uncle Fin!"

"Lizze, that thing works," Munch told her. "The songs that have played on this thing have been making your father and Olivia behave rather oddly. In fact, "Supergirl" made Benson break a door. Wanna see?"

Lizzie smirked at the man in front of her. "Are you sure she didn't break the door because someone was threatening to kill my father?"

"But you just said," Munch began, but rolled his eyes and slumped in his chair, giving up the battle. "Oh, never mind." The room erupted in laughter.

"Uncle Munch, while I do not doubt that the waves emitted from the iPod did affect Liv, making her feel a sense of strength as the song played, I'm pretty positive she could have busted the door even if you'd have been playing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star". I know her."

"Hey," Dickie shouted. "Aren't you forgetting something, Little Miss Know-It-All?"

Lizzie placed a finger on her chin and looked up, thinking. "No, I don't think so. Apparently, Liv and dad were unwilling, yet perfect, test subjects. I can ask Uncle Munch for observation reports and they will give me personal accounts of their experiences."

"I meant, you're forgetting to apologize, you bird-brain! I didn't steal your iPod. You left it in here, it's been here the whole time!" Dickie folded his arms and tapped a foot. He looked up and raised an eyebrow, pressing his lips together. He looked like a very small Elliot.

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, oh bone-headed one. Please, forgive me for jumping to the wrong, albeit very likely, conclusion."

"Thank you," the young Stabler boy said, huffing. "By the way, Dad, have you told Liv you didn't have anything to drink at Maureen's party, yet?"

Olivia turned on her heels, facing her partner, with a very frightening expression on her face.

"No, Richard, I have not," Elliot said, purposely using his son's whole name. "Liv, honey, wow, that is not a happy face," he said as he watched her storm closer to him. "I know...Livvy, listen, I thought, if you thought I was drinking, and you rejected me, then we could both just laugh it off, but," she shut him up.

Dickie and Lizzie covered each other's eyes. Kathleen's mouth hung open for a moment before she laughed and yelled, "Go, Dad!" Munch and Fin whistled. Casey and Alex clapped. Captain Cragen smiled and chuckled. That was one hell of a kiss.

"Thank God," she said when she finally pulled away. "Those two weeks, thinking you only kissed me because you drank yourself stupid, they killed me. Now, I know that..."

"It was all me, baby," he said with a smile.

Kathleen snapped her fingers toward her younger siblings. "You can open your eyes, you immature little goobers, they've finished examining each others tonsils."

"Good," Lizzie said, removing her hands from Dickie's face. "I'm hungry. Can we go for burgers?"

Olivia looked around, at the full squadroom, and felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "What do you say, El? Kernigan's? We can pick up Maureen on the way," she suggested.

"Sounds good," Elliot complied. He looked back at his friends and added, "As long as you guys meet us there. You, too, Cap. Celebratory dinner."

Cragen smiled as he grabbed his coat and hat off of the hooks in his office and closed the door behind him. "Elliot, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"So, Lizzie," Munch started, "What would have happened if I would have played something like 'Get Me To The Church On Time' or 'White Wedding' or 'It's Your Wedding Day' on that thing?"

As the entire group shuffled out the door, Lizzie answered him. "Well, Uncle Munch, Daddy and Liv would probably have flown to Vegas, or woken up a judge in the middle of the night and ran to City Hall."

"Can I see it for a sec..."

"NO!" Nine voices yelled at him in response.

"Geez, not like it isn't gonna happen anyway, but we had to wait ten years for them to kiss, I wanna walk into their wedding, not have to be rolled into it in a wheelchair."

He flicked off the light and the sounds of their bickering and laughter faded down the hallway, silencing completely when the elevator doors closed around them.

A/N: END CREDITS Thanks for reading! Hope it was worth it for you. I had so much fun writing this one! Reviews are like flowers: I'm highly allergic but God, I love them!!