A/N: A/N: So…

I'm Carter. Whaddup? Sorry, I'm 24 and I hang around High School kids all day. Pardon my French…

More about me on my Bio. I'll post pics and shytt ( Yep. I spelled 'shytt' like that.) there too.

Alrighty then!

SUMMARY: Best friends right off the bat? Not even close! Join Benson and Stabler as they try to get into the swing of being partners. Life ain't making it easy for them, though. Can Benson help Stabler piece his world back together as it shatters before their eyes? Will the lust threaten to overcome them or will they stay just 'partners.' Yeah…right…

RATING: M for 'MMM' Elliot


Dick Wolf owns all characters. Lucky bastard. ;)

***NOTE*** For anyone who is re-reading 'Frisson' I have gone back and re-edited some parts. That's why some of it is different. Just in case anyone was wondering. =]

~Chapter One; Awkward Introductions~

"Something I can help you with sweetheart?" Elliot Stabler asked cockily as he waltzed into the squad room, and seeing a gorgeous woman sitting on his desk.

"You could, but you're married. That would be adultery. And you're Catholic. Such a sin to commit Detective," the gorgeous woman said to him in a sarcastic manner.

"Whoa, sassy. How do you know so much about me? Who are you?" He asked all in one breath. The mystery woman shook her head and smirked.

Fuck! Who is this girl? Married. You're married. FUCK!

The steady stream of profanities ran through his head. He watched as the woman ran her perfect manicured fingers through her shoulder length auburn hair.

"I prefer the term 'witty'," She simply replied. Then she smiled a crooked grin at him. She knew exactly who he was and she enjoyed playing him. She looked into his deep baby blue eyes, and she could see all his emotions written in them.

Confusion. Lust. Wonder. More lust.

"Fabulous. Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but I have a rookie coming in today and I have actual work to do so-

"Are you implying that talking to me is boring you? Or is it just not important?" She tried not to laugh at the 'rookie' part. She was definitely NOT a rookie.

"Look, ma'am-" Elliot tried to talk, but once again she cut him off.

"I'm 25… I don't think I am old enough to be a ma'am."

Elliot looked at her, a little bemused. He wanted to know how she knew so much about him, but his mind just couldn't form the words.

"Whatever," He ended up saying. She was turning his brain to mush.

"Good one…" She said rolling her eyes at him.

All of a sudden, a door swung open and she hopped of Elliot's desk. He couldn't help but look her up and down. She was wearing tight, fitted black pants with a silky purple button up top. Her leather jacket just seemed to make the outfit complete. All Elliot could think about was how he wished he'd never met this woman. She was driving him crazy and he didn't even know her fucking name.

Captain Cragen walked swiftly out the door then. He saw Elliot and then saw her standing in front of his desk.

"Oh good. You've met," He said

"Actually, no. We haven't," Elliot replied while glaring at her. Then he continued, "Cap'n, who is she? And could she please go with you. She has already gotten on my last nerve and it isn't even eight yet. On top of all that, I'm getting that new partner today. Who better not be a fuckin rookie. I swear I-"

He was cut off by the bell like sound of the woman's laughter.

"What in hell's name are you laughing about?" He roared.

Cragen sighed and rolled his eyes. He put his hand on Elliot's shoulder. "Elliot. This is your new partner. Meet Olivia Benson."

Olivia looked at him and waved cheerily. Only one thing ran through his mind at that moment.

Fuck. My. Life.


He sat fuming in the front seat while she sat beside him. There had been a smile painted on face the whole car ride. Suddenly, she turned to gaze at him. Olivia wanted to memorize every single contour of his body. Every single flaw (if there even WAS one). Her white teeth bit into the soft skin of her lip as she continued to study him.

"Take a fuckin' picture it'll last longer," He quipped, and without missing a beat she replied with, "Screw a picture. Can I take a video?"

Elliot's head snapped in her direction, not expecting her snarky response. He continued to stare at her for a few seconds. Then she mimicked him in a high voice, "Take a fuckin' picture. It'll last longer."

He cracked a smile and then quickly regained his stoic expression.

"I do not talk like that," He said in a gruff tone. She tried to hold in her moan. She didn't want to admit how much this man turned her on.

"Oh. Sorry," She cleared her throat and went up an octave higher, "Take a fuckin' picture. It'll last longer."

Elliot glared at her.

"Not. Funny," He snapped at her, trying to balance out his lust and anger for this woman. He stopped the car as they pulled into Mercy General Hospital. He couldn't believe that Cragen already trusted them enough to go out in the field. She was just a kid for fuck's sake! His mood was just getting worse as the day went on.

They walked towards the glass doors and Elliot walked in, letting the glass shut behind him. Olivia sighed and reopened the door, slightly jogging to catch up with him.

"You know, gentlemen hold open doors for ladies," She snapped.

"Yes. For ladies. You see, it's easy to see the confusion when you're involved," Elliot grumbled.

"True. I'm more of a man than you'll ever be Stabler," She quipped back. Elliot shook his head and contained his urge to punch the wall.

They ran straight into the doctor they were looking for. She was an older doctor with blonde hair that was gray in some places. She was obviously in a hurry as well, because she spoke to the detectives at a hurried pace.

"Oh, you must be here for Eve Symms. She is in room C133, and just woke up. She isn't talking. Don't say I didn't warn you," Doctor Donogue said. The she ran down the opposite end of the hallway.

"Great. We're probably not gonna get a thing outta the kid," Elliot mumbled as Olivia opened the door. Olivia sent him a harsh glare that clearly said 'Shut the fuck up'.

They walked in and saw a small blonde haired girl lying in the bed. She had been abducted from her home in Queens. She had a large bruise on her left eye and black and blue colored her arms. Her swollen lip quivered slightly when she caught sight of Elliot. Olivia noticed the movement and motioned Elliot to stay behind her. She slowly approached Eve.

Olivia sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed and Eve's eyes watched her every move. Olivia grasped her hand and moved her fingers in what seemed like meaningless patterns. They were anything but. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Elliot was starting to get impatient. He tilted his head and stared at the little girl. Something looked so familiar about her. All of a sudden, Eve burst out crying and threw her arms around Olivia.

"Green. His eyes were green," The nine year old sobbed. Olivia motioned for Elliot to write this down. His face was a mask of confusion, but he knew that this must have been important.

"Okay. And what about the van, sweetheart?" Olivia asked in soft tone.

"It was white, but on the inside it had a big poster on the inside with a man in a hat and he was pointing at you. And there were words underneath but I can't remember them," She said softly.

"The hat in the picture… was it red, white, and blue?" Elliot asked. He flipped to a new page and started sketching a picture really quickly. Eve didn't look at him. She kept her eyes locked on Olivia's and nodded. Then after a few minutes Elliot showed her the notepad with the old Army poster, 'We Want You' sketched on it. Olivia looked at him in awe.

"That's it! How did you know?" Eve shrieked. Elliot just smiled and searched her features, still trying to figure out why she looked so god damn familiar.

"Sweetheart, Elliot and I have to go. I swear we will find this man, and your mommy. Okay?" Olivia told Eve in the sweetest voice. Elliot could feel his heart melting just a little bit more for this woman. Eve nodded and the two Detectives walked out the door.

"Where you speaking in sign language to her?" Elliot asked as they walked back out to the sedan.

"Sort of," She replied. "Her mom is deaf. And her seeing is impaired as well. From 9/11."

"Oh," He said. They both got into the maroon vehicle and Elliot started the car.

"How did you know what poster she was talking about?" Olivia asked him after a moment. Elliot's blue eyes met hers for a second. She raised an eyebrow at him and he shook his head before answering.

"Lucky guess. How did you know her mom was deaf before even talking to her?" Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow. She laughed at his expression and shook her head as well.

"Lucky guess." She replied back. "Where are we going now?"

"It's called the station. We go there every time we get evidence and –"

"Gee. Thanks Stabler. Leathcheann (idiot)," She muttered. His head snapped towards her.

"What did you just say?" He almost growled. Olivia looked at him shocked.

"Um, sorry. It was Irish. I said-"

"I know what you said. What I meant was how you knew," He told her, gripping the steering wheel.

"Oh. Well I speak Gaelic so-"She started, but was then cut off by him once again.

"You speak Gaelic?" He roared. This woman was going to be the death of him. Just thinking about her was sending a frisson through his body.

"Depends. If it makes you angry, well, then yes. I do speak it. I also speak Spanish, French, and Italian," She told him, grinning.

"Mhór (great)," He muttered. Olivia laughed.

"Don't get cute with me, Stabler," She warned him. The rest of the ride to the station was silent.

The second they walked into the Squad room Cragen assaulted them. Munch, another Detective in the unit was sitting and talking with Fin about the case.

"God fucking damn it! Stabler! Could you please answer your fucking cell phone?" He yelled at them.

"Good to see you too, Cap."

"Elliot this is serious. We have a problem. Warner tested Eve's DNA." The Captain's voice was very grave.

"Yeah, that's kind of what Warner's job is." Elliot replied back smartly. Olivia whacked his arm.

"What is wrong Captain Cragen?" Olivia asked.

"Eve is the daughter of Mrs. Kathryn Stabler." Everyone in the room seemed to freeze. Fin dropped his coffee cup.

Olivia looked at Elliot and said, "Please, tell me that is your sister."

"No." Elliot whispered "That's my wife."


A/N: When they speak Gaelic I'll be sure to put the translation next to it in parentheses. =]

(I speak fluent Gaelic, however if anyone thinks they notice a mistake, please don't hesitate to PM me!)

See you guys next chapter!

Carter xoxo