A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

DISCLAIMER: SVU still belongs to Dick Wolf. This story still belongs to TStabler©

"Thanks, Misses Lowenstein!" Dickie yelled, hopping down the steps of the woman's house, smiling.

"Anytime, kids," the woman yelled back, waving.

Maureen looked up, her glitter-covered eyelids sparkling at Olivia. "Thanks for taking us out, Liv."

Olivia smiled. "Sure, sweetie," she said, nudging the fairy along. She looked at Dickie, dressed like a Yankee, then at Kathleen and Lizzie who were both cheerleaders. "You guys don't mind that I'm taking you?" she asked.

Lizzie shook her head. "We love you, Liv. We just wish Dad would have..."

Olivia interrupted her. "You guys know your father would be here if…"

"Yeah," Kathleen interrupted. "He'd be here if yelling at Mom wasn't more important. All they've done for the past five months is fight. He wasnt to leave, I don't blame him. I just wish she'd let him go. Fighting is only making it worse."

"Katie," Olivia said, sighing, "Your parents are going through a lot right now. It's Halloween, your dad promised you would go trick-or-treating, and he kept that promise, the only way he could. Cut him a little slack."

Kathleen rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she mumbled, heading up the path to the next house.

The door opened and the man smiled. "Hey, Stablers!" he cheered, dropping candy into their bags. "A baseball player, two cute pom-pom girls, and Tinkerbelle. And what are you, hot stuff?" he asked, looking at Olivia.

"I'm a pissed off detective," she said with a smirk, moving her jacket so the man could see her gun and badge.

The man's face fell and said, "I don't suppose you wanna come back later for a few tricks and treats of your own."

"I'll pass," Olivia said, squinting. "Come on, guys. Say 'thank you' to the creep."

"Thanks, creep!" Lizzie said with a smile. She bounded away to the next and last house, followed by her brother and sisters.

"Olivia," the man said, sighing and closing his eyes.

Olivia turned on her heels and said, "It's over, Trevor. It has been for a while. Deal with it." She turned away, walking fast to catch up to the kids. When she did, she got an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach when she looked at the house they were heading toward. "Hey, guys, hang back a second!" she yelled, stepping in front of them.

"What's wrong?" Kathleen asked.

"Just stay behind me," Olivia said, grabbing her gun. She nudged the opened door, trying to see inside. The smell of blood hit her hard and fast, and she covered her mouth.

"Oh, my God," Maureen whispered, seeing inside.

"Mo, get back!" Olivia said, grabbing her. "Dickie, run and get your father. Girls, go back to Trevor's and stay with him."

Lizzie looked up. "Why? What's wrong?" she asked.

"Just go!" Olivia yelled. "Now!" She watched the girls run next door to Trevor. She watched him open the door, let the kids inside, then look at her with a worried expression. She shook her head, then turned and stepped into the house, holding her gun out in front of her.

She stepped quietly through the living room, looking in every direction, staying focused. She turned a corner quickly, aiming, but no one was there. She walked up the stairs, checked every room, then walked back down. She turned to head back into the living room, but jumped and gasped when someone grabbed her shoulder. She turned, pointing her gun.

"Liv," the man who grabbed her said. "It's me. Just me."

"Shit, El," she said, catching her breath. "You couldn't have yelled or said something before grabbing me in the dark?" she asked, slapping him in the arm.

Elliot, her partner, chuckled. "I like grabbing you," he laughed. "Did you find anything?" he asked,

Olivia shook her head. "Just the blood in the living room. No one's here."

Elliot nodded. "No one's home. They left a few days ago. The Fleichmans always spend Halloween upstate. I don't know what's going on here." He looked around and shook his head again. "Happy Halloween," he sighed.

Olivia holstered her gun and said, "Your kids are…"

"I know. Trevor shouted at me when I ran by his house," he interrupted. "Ya know, he's still hung up on you."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Probably because I do nothing but hang up on him," she quipped. "This is so strange, El," she said, looking around.

Elliot snickered, then said, "Come on. Let's go get the kids. I'll call Davidson. We'll let Homicide handle this." He wrapped an arm around her waist and ushered her out the door.

They walked slowly, neither one having the desire to see or talk to Trevor. "So," Olivia said, breaking the silence, "How are you and Kathy?"

"There is no me and Kathy," he sighed. "She yelled at me for calling you to come get the kids. She wanted to know why I couldn't call my brother."

"He lives in Jersey!" Olivia said with a laugh.

"That's what I said," Elliot chuckled. "It didn't matter. She's gonna think something's going on, no matter what I do or say. If I deny it, I look guilty. If I admit it, of course I'll look fucking guilty. Whether I'm guilty or not, the woman doesn't trust me, Liv. She hasn't for years. I gave up long ago."

Olivia shook her head. "That's not like you," she said. "You don't give up. El, this is your wife, your family…"

"My life," he finished. "I know. You seem to have this incessant desire to keep my marriage together, despite everything that's happened with us. Why?"

"I want you to be happy, El," she said with a shrug. "I can't stand to see you…ya know…not happy. You won't be happy if..."

"I'm not happy with her," he told her. "You wanna see me happy? Stop trying to keep me and Kathy together. It's over, Liv. I told you that almost two weeks ago, I just…needed time to get things together before telling her I was leaving."

She looked at him and nodded, then said, "We should, uh, talk about this, then. Ya know, what happened on your…"

"I don't wanna talk about it, Liv," he said. "I just wanna move forward. You know what I want," he said. "You have to know what I want. I know you want the same thing."

She took a deep breath and smiled at him, then turned toward Trevor's house and looked up at the door. The kids came out, Trevor next to them. "Come on," she said, looking at the kids. "Say goodbye to the nasty lawyer," she said.

The kids said goodbye to Trevor, then the group walked back to Elliot's house. It was a quiet walk, as they watched the police cars drive down the street toward the house at the end of the block.

Dickie shook his head. "Never a dull moment in Queens," he said.

Olivia chuckled. "It's not exactly calm in Manhattan, bud," she said, flicking his baseball cap.

"Are you going to that party, Liv?" Lizzie asked, breaking the tension.

"Party?" Elliot questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Olivia blinked. "I told you...Casey's having a party. I was gonna get dressed and go, when you called and…"

"I could use a night out," Elliot said, smirking at her. "With you. You wanna go? I'll take you."

She looked at him for a moment. He was on the brink of divorce, he'd just fought with his wife, and he wanted to take her to a party. Should she take advantage of this situation? "Yeah," she said with grin. "You need a costume though."

"I have one," he said with a smirk. "You're forgetting, I was supposed to take the kids trick-or-treating."

They stopped in front of his house, she kissed the kids goodbye, and Elliot said, "I'll be at your place in about a half an hour."

Olivia nodded and walked toward her car, wondering if this was going to be a night she'd never forget, or a night she wouldn't want to remember.

She made it home in record time, meeting very little traffic, and ran up the steps of her building and hurried toward her apartment. She ran into her bedroom, shoving clothes in her closet around, looking for the red dress she was planning to wear. She found it, grinned, and walked into her bathroom. She changed quickly, gave her hair a quick comb through, applied liberal amounts of cherry red lipstick and stepped back.

The dress hugged every curve, and was just short enough to be classy, not slutty. She walked back into the bedroom, slipped on her red stilettos, and grabbed the headband with horns on it just as Elliot knocked on her door.

She slipped her horns onto her head, walked toward the door, opened it, and laughed at the look on his face. "Are you all right?" she asked.

"I…I…no," he said. "I'm not." He gave her a small shove and closed the door behind him as he pushed his way into her apartment. "You look…wow."

"Good," she said with a smirk. "I was going for wow."

He tugged on his football jersey, and said, "Liv, seriously. You look incredible." He reached up, touched her cheek, and said, "Absolutely incredible."

She blinked, knowing he was moving, but doing nothing to stop him. "El," she whispered.

"Shh," he hushed. He brushed his lips over hers lightly and said, "So beautiful. You are so…fucking hot, Liv."

Her breath was coming in short gasps. "What are you doing?" she asked harshly.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked her. "This dress looks amazing on you, but I'm sorry, it's coming off." He moved one last inch and pressed his lips to hers, still cupping her face with his hand, guiding her body backward with his other hand.

She moved willingly, she kissed him back unabashedly, and she moaned into his mouth as she realized what he'd said. "Party," she mumbled.

"Not going," he mumbled back, running his hands from their current spots to her back, finding the zipper on the dress. "Staying right here," he told her. He pulled back from the kiss and pulled on the zipper, watching as the dress loosened. He let go and the red fabric pooled at her feet and he grunted. "Damn, baby, did you plan this?" he asked, his face frozen.

"Tight dress," she said with a smirk. "I didn't want lines." She faced him, grabbed his jersey, and pulled it up over his head. "Are you sure, El?" she asked.

"You ask me that every damn time," he said. "This time, I'm staying. This time, it's forever, and it's…yes, I'm sure."

She kissed him and felt his hands on her body. She moaned as she tugged down his uniform pants, and she cried his name when he flipped her over and pushed into her roughly. "El," she moaned, "God, El."

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," she whispered back, rolling her eyes and sliding her legs up around his waist.

"How could you think I wouldn't leave her, Liv?" he asked, moving slowly. "How could you possibly think I'd stay with her after starting this thing with you?"

"She's your wife," she said. "I thought that I was…"

He silenced her with a kiss. "You are everything to me," he said. "It's only been two weeks, but I know…this is…God, Liv, I need you, baby."

She moaned as he pushed in and pulled out, thinking back to his birthday, eleven days ago, when she told him about the party. When she told him what she'd be wearing. When he got excited just thinking about it and threw her up against the locker room wall, taking what he wanted for his birthday. He'd promised he would leave Kathy, he promised he would be hers, as long as she promised to be his.

She had dumped Trevor that night, but had to suffer through watching Elliot fight with Kathy for a week. She thought he would let her win, go back home, be like every other man in her life: a disappointment. He was proving her wrong, and proving why Halloween was her favorite holiday.

"Just think," he said. "If you never would have told me…"

"I knew, that's why I told you," she said. "I wanted you, El. It was your birthday and…"

He kissed her again, moaning, grunting, and moving faster, making the promises to her all over again. "Happy Halloween," he said, smirking against her lips.

She moaned, clinging to him. "Yeah," she said, "It is."

A/N: Happy Halloween everyone!