A/N: A very final Wednesday. It's not as Quirky as you might think.
DISCLAIMER: SVU and related characters/ideas belong to Dick Wolf. Original plot and dialogue belong to TStabler©
Waking up was easy. It was getting out of bed that was hard. Olivia felt like death warmed over, and she rolled out of the bed and made it to the bathroom just in time to be sick in the proper manner. She flushed the toilet, stood up, and groaned as she walked over to the sink. She had just shoved the toothbrush into her mouth when she heard his unmistakable chuckle behind her. "Shut up," she garbled, brushing her teeth.
He laughed again. "Oh, this is gonna be fun," he quipped. "You're miserable when you have a cold, morning sickness with you is gonna be hell."
She glared at him as she spit into the sink. "Wipe the smirk off of your face, Stabler," she said, dropping her toothbrush into the cup on the sink.
He chuckled again. "I'm teasing you, honey," he said, pulling her into his arms. As she dropped her head into his chest, he stroked her hair back and kissed the crown of her head. "You're an easy target."
She slapped him in the side and moaned again. "You're not helping," she whined.
He simply laughed. "I love you," he said through his chuckling. "And I can't wait to go through all of this with you."
She sighed into his warm embrace. "How about you go through it all for me, instead," she suggested with a scoff. She looked up at him and smirked. "I'm kidding. I'm gonna love every minute of this, even when I'm miserable."
He smiled and kissed her. "I know, baby," he whispered.
She kissed him again, and she pulled away from him. "We need to get ready for…"
"June Twenty-Second," he interrupted. "That's too far away."
She furrowed her brow and tilted her head. "It's a month and…"
"Exactly," he said with a nod, cutting her off again. "I wanna move it up. May Seventeeth," he told her.
Her eyes widened. There was that impulsive, spontaneous, unpredictable side of him again. "That's…Elliot, that's…"
"Sunday," he broke in again, smiling. "I know." He kissed her slowly, grinning against her lips. "Everything's done, we just have to call a few people, tell them the delivery date's changed, and then we have to call everyone we invited and tell them that…"
"You're insane," she laughed, taking her turn in interruption.
He nodded smugly. "And you love me," he said.
She smiled and nodded at him. "I do," she told him. She saw the look in his eyes as she said those two words and she sighed happily as his lips drew nearer to hers, sealing her promise with a kiss, as she would do once more in a few days.
Munch was sitting at his desk, trying not to listen to Fin blabbing about how he surprised Alex with a ring the night before. "Honestly, Fin," he said, looking over his glasses, "Congratulations, but I really don't care." He shook his head and chuckled, "But I gotta give you points for originality. Proposing with the ring on the end of a broom. Very you."
Fin chuckled and nodded. "That's what she said," he told his partner. He heard footsteps behind him and shot out of his seat. "Elliot!" he yelled.
Elliot, coming into the room all the way and rolling his eyes, said, "For the last time, I'm not telling you how often Liv gives me…"
"Hey, man," Fin yelped, looking at Olivia, embarrassed. "I wasn't gonna ask! I still wanna know, though, I'm just not askin' right now. I was gonna tell you they found Kathy."
Olivia stopped moving halfway toward the mini-fridge, and she turned to look at a frozen Elliot. "Where?" she asked.
Fin looked at her, then back to Elliot. "Trenton," he said.
"Jersey?" Elliot questioned. "We don't know anyone in…oh, uh, wow. She…wow, she really did want to recapture her youth, I guess."
Olivia looked at him questioningly, and she asked, "What are you talking about?" as she stepped closer to him.
He looked at her and sighed. His eyebrows shot up in surprised realization, and he said, "She's probably with Dan Morano. The guy she was with before me, the guy she was madly in love with for two years until he graduated and she had to settle for someone her own age." He shook his head and ran a hand down his face. "We went to his wedding a few years ago, in Jersey, and I guess…I guess they decided that if they were ever single again…"
Fin interrupted him. "She was actually in a hotel, Elliot. Alone. She dyed her hair and she's using her maiden name. She said she just wanted a new life."
"She didn't say anything about the kids?" he asked, turning away from Olivia and back toward Fin. "Did she ask about them?" he prodded.
Fin shook his head and shrugged. "Sorry, man."
Elliot sighed and looked back at Olivia. "No big deal," he said, smiling softly at his partner. "We're all gonna be just fine without her."
At that moment, Cragen threw his office door open, walked out into the squad room carrying a wooden drawer from his desk, and threw the contents of it into the large trash bin.
Munch raised his eyes to meet his irritated-looking captain's. "Everything all right, there, Cap?" he asked, trying to decide if he was a pod person or not.
Cragen looked up at the members of his unit, then back into the bin behind him. Broken horseshoes, crumpled four-leaf clovers, and his well-worn rabbit's foot stared up at him, sad and abandoned. "Yeah," he said, nodding once. "I just…I don't believe in luck anymore."
Elliot's heart sank. "Cap, what are you talking about?" he asked, having a feeling this sudden change in attitude had something to do with him not being able to change anything for him and Olivia.
Cragen looked at him, not smiling, and said, "We make our own luck. Nothing happens because you have a metal U above your desk. No one does what you want them to do because you've got a dead animal's paw on your keychain. Things happen because you make them happen. People do things because you make them. Yeah?"
"I guess," Fin said.
Munch stood up and began to walk nervously toward the captain. "You've been brainwashed. You read the side of your Wheaties this morning, didn't you?"
"Knock it off, Munch!" Cragen boomed at the conspiracy theorist. "I just realized something in a meeting with Tucker, that's all. Stabler, can I see you a minute?"
Elliot glanced once at Olivia and took a breath as he followed the captain back into the office.
Olivia sighed, watching him go, knowing that this is the moment he was talking about. The moment where it all came crashing down.
"Olivia," a voice close to her broke her out of her thoughts.
"What?" she asked, turning quickly. She saw Casey, and she softened her hard expression. "Hey," she said quietly, making her way back to her desk with a bottle of water.
Casey swallowed, smiled, and said, "Hey." She looked at Olivia and said, "You're looking like a mommy already."
"Well, I am a mommy already," Olivia replied. "I have four kids at home, Casey."
"I thought that…" Casey stopped, seeing Olivia smirk. "Kidding. Right. Hard to tell who's still my friend these days." She sat in Elliot's chair and let out a long breath.
Olivia blinked and she said, "Casey, I will always be your friend. No matter what."
"Even if I'm an unemployed, single mother?" Casey asked, sighing.
"Oh, Case," Olivia sighed softly. "What happened?" she asked, leaning forward.
Casey smirked and shook her head bitterly. "He said he didn't want to regret our child, he didn't want to trap both of us in a life we don't want simply because we made a mistake. He said he will love our son, and he will be a great father, he just doesn't want to be with me. Not right now."
"He made a smart choice, if you think about it," Olivia said, offering as warm a smile as she could.
"I know he did. We wouldn't get along, we would constantly use the baby to get back at each other, it wouldn't have been fair to anyone," Casey admitted with a nod. "I'm just so afraid of everything I've done, I mean, I never thought I would be the kind of girl who cheats, or runs. I did both."
Olivia gave an upturned frown and raised her eyebrows slightly. "You can't change it, Case. You did what you felt was right at the time. You had a little bit of a quirky moment, and now you're back to…"
"Normal?" Casey scoffed. "Six months pregnant, alone, and my license is on the line because McCoy is actually considering what I did identity theft, and I have to go through a disciplinary hearing."
"I'll talk to Jack," Olivia said. There was a moment of silence, then she said, "I have, uh, good news. Kind of."
"I could use kind of good news," Casey said with a small laugh. "I'll take it," she added.
Olivia looked at Munch and Fin. She smiled, knowing the reactions she would get from them, and she said, "We moved the date up. We're getting married a little sooner…"
"When?" Casey cut her off, grinning.
"Sunday," Olivia said, matching Casey's eager grin.
Munch coughed, choking on his coffee. "Sunday? Four days? Are you two out of your minds? Fucking peanut butter..."
"I got four days to get that tux dry cleaned, pressed, and pleated, Baby-Girl," Fin complained, cutting off Munch's theory.
Olivia laughed. "He's excited. So am I, and we both just…we really can't wait anymore, so…"
Interrupting her this time was the sound of Cragen's door opening. All eyes shot to Elliot, shaking Cragen's hand, and as he walked toward his desk, he looked at Olivia with a serious expression in his eyes.
She got very tense, scared, and the urge to yell at him was building. "What?" she asked, trying to remain calm.
He knelt down in front of her, sighed, and looked up at her. He took both of her hands in his, and he pressed his lips together.
"El, what?" she prodded softly. "Just tell me."
He lifted both of her hands to his lips, kissed each of her knuckles, and said, "Six to Eight." He kissed the inside of each wrist twice and said, "Ten on Saturdays." He looked into her eyes and said, "All nighters when it's absolutely necessary."
She blinked. She tilted her head, she blinked again, and she said, "So all of that was…Cragen getting mad, that was…"
"That was him realizing that luck had nothing to do with any of this," he said. "That was him realizing that everything that happened, or didn't happen, all happened because we made choices. We make our own luck, we create our own rise or downfall, and it took him forcing Ed Tucker to look through every codebook in the city to figure out if we were or weren't doing anything wrong to realize it." He dropped her hands and linked his own together, twisting them until they crackled and popped.
She laughed and said, "Dude, will you please stop doing that?"
He grinned and kissed her. "Ask me again on Sunday," he whispered, winking. He rose to his feet, looked around at the faces of the people in the squad room, and he felt thankful for each one of them, all of their quirks and idiosyncrasies made them who they were, and he needed them all in his life just as they were. "What are we all standing around here for?" he asked loudly, cracking his knuckles again. "We have work to do." He nudged Casey out of his seat, then sneakily opened his top drawer, dropping two red buttons into it.
Olivia heard them drop and she looked up at him, grinning. Thankfully, the ones he bit off of her blouse came from the bottom and didn't matter, but whoever had to review the elevator security tapes was in for one quirky evening.
A/N: There you have it, folks. Four quirky weeks, all wrapped up. Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212. And look out for this years Holiday series, "Have Yourself A Merry Little…" starting soon!