A/N: A new fic, hopefully a good one. You tell me.
DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters belong to Dick Wolf. This story belongs to TStabler©
Elliot looked around the office, his eyes darting to each of the certificates and degrees on the wall. He hoped someone with that many accolades could help him. He heard the door open behind him and he shut his eyes. He took a deep breath, and he fluttered his lids open to meet the doctor, now sitting behind her desk.
"Hello, Detective Stabler," the woman said, her thick British accent making him forget where he was for a moment.
He nodded. "Hi," he said, softly.
"Tell me, what is a stable, married, family man such as yourself doing in my office at six in the morning?" she asked. "Does your partner know you're here? Does anyone?"
He shook his head. "No," he said. "Liv doesn't know. God, she'd laugh like hell if she did. She's, uh, she's kind of the reason..." he shrugged off the rest of his phrase.
"Really?" the doctor asked, interested. "How so?"
Elliot sighed again, running a hand down his face. "I can't...I've been having these dreams...about her," he said, sounding mildly embarrassed. "I'm not sorry," he chuckled, "It's just...well, now they're carrying over into other aspects of my life. I almost called Kathy by Olivia's name a few times, I keep staring at Liv, wondering if my imagination is really doing her justice."
The doctor scribbled something down in her notebook, smirking. "So, you have feelings for her? Or is this just, do you imagine, a sexual attraction."
"Why the hell do you think I'm here?" he snapped, shifting in his seat. "I'm married, Doctor Bond, I'm not supposed to be in love with another woman. I'm sure as hell not supposed to be in love with my partner."
The doctor's pen dropped. She leaned forward. "In love?" she asked. "You're in love with her, then?"
He nodded, the fear and frustration etched into every bit of his face. "I have been," he said. "For a long time. I just...it's getting worse. It's hard to ignore it now, and I just...I don't wanna be...I can't be in love with her."
"Do you know how she feels about you? What I'm asking, has she done anything to feed this problem? Made you think there might be a chance? Led you on?"
"We flirt," he shrugged with a smirk. "It's playful, ya know. She's...she's my best friend." He grimaced. "God, that is so fucked up. Shouldn't I be saying that my wife is my best friend?"
Doctor Bond wrote something else down in her notebook. "Why are you here, Elliot? Tell me the truth," she said, not looking at him.
"I need to...I need an answer. I need to know if there's a way out of this. I can't hurt Kathy, I don't want to do that, but I can't just forget how I feel about Liv, either. I am so sick of going home at night and asking why Kathy can't be more like Olivia. You know, I prayed once, actually prayed that she'd leave me and make it easier on me. She almost did," he chuckled. "We were so close to a divorce, but then Liv...she's suck a fucking saint, she talked Kathy out of it. Why would she do that?"
"Isn't it obvious, Elliot?" the doctor asked.
He sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I know why she did it," he said. "I was...I was hoping that you could...I dunno, hint around to her that I..."
Doctor Bond chuckled. She leaned over and smirked again. "You came to me, not Doctor Huang, not Doctor Hendrix, but me. You thought I would actually...you're a smart man for it, but I can't tell you that I'm going to completely disrupt my best friend's life for you." She sighed and her face fell into a frown. "All I can tell you now is, you're right. She does have feelings for you, but she's just broken up with Mark, Elliot. I'm not going to run to her with all of this because you think..."
"I'm not...what?" he asked, confused. "She has...what kind of feelings?"
"Detective Stabler," Doctor Bond replied, taking her glasses off and looking at him. "Are you here to save your marriage? Are you sitting here because you want to get over this infatuation with your partner, or are you here because you want my help getting Olivia? You need to answer that, before we can move forward."
"Neither," he said as he bit his lip. "Both," he said, shrugging, "I don't know." He cleared his throat. "I know I have a problem. I know I have to work with her for the next fourteen hours, pretending I don't wanna find out what flavor chap-stick she's wearing, pretending I don't wanna know how her body would move under mine, pretending I don't wanna know what sort of sounds she would make if I..."
"All right," Doctor Bond said, holding up a hand. "I understand. Just tell me the truth. Do you want to save what you have with Kathy, or are you here because you don't know how to tell your wife you aren't in love with her anymore? And you don't know how to tell Olivia you're in love with her?"
Elliot sighed. "I'll take what's behind door number two, Doctor Bond."
The doctor smiled at him. "Thursday, six o'clock, Elliot. Be here. We'll find out exactly how you feel about Olivia, see if this thing is really worth ending your marriage over. It could just be the temptation of the forbidden, you know. You want what you can't have."
He shook his head as he got out of his seat. "This is beyond that," he said. "I can't eat, I can't sleep, I'm constantly wondering where she is, what she's doing. I'm only really...okay...when I'm with her. When I'm at work with her, or when we're out together after work, I don't think this is my mind playing tricks on me. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with her, Becky."
The doctor smiled. "Well, see? We've just answered your first question haven't we? That's progress. Take this," she said, opening her drawer and pulling out a small notebook. "Anytime you have a thought, not work related, about Olivia, I want you to write it down. Do not voice it, just write it down and let it go. We'll look back on it on Thursday, and see how big this, uh, problem of yours really is."
He took the notebook, shaking his head and sighing. "All right," he said. "See you Thursday."
Doctor Bond watched Elliot leave, and she pulled out her cell phone. She knew it was against everything she believed in, everything she stood for, but this was something she'd been waiting for for years. She dialed a number, held her breath, and let out a small yelp when her friend picked up. "Olivia, love," she said, her smirk evident in her voice. "Can we move lunch up an hour? I have something to...no, don't bring Elliot. Nothing, no, I just...it's a girl thing. Eleven-thirty then," she made kissing noise and hung up.
She wasn't really betraying his confidence, after all, since this was why he'd come to her. He wanted her to tell Olivia. Didn't he? She only hoped this wouldn't backfire. Elliot was her patient now, Olivia was her friend, and she had gone from therapist to matchmaker in under thirty minutes. "Smooth, Stabler," she said with a knowing smile. She knew this was his plan, and she had fallen right into his trap.
A/N: Was that what Elliot wanted? If Rebecca says anything, how will Olivia react? And on Thursday, something Elliot says changes things. And something else changes it all back. Do I keep going? Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212