note: this will also include a bit of spoilers from thursday's svu x oc crossover event. i am once again rewriting what d*ck wolf decided to show america-- although this time it wasn't as bad as the previous. also, shoutout to frankie aka girlboss for making a gifset of the one scene right after the show. finally, this doesn't follow my storyline vs it being canon on the show.
The necklace sat in her hand as he stood by the door, her looking down at such a small, simple gift yet it was something that meant the entire world to her. No one treated her the way he did, people who claimed to be in love with her never had her back the way he did, never knew exactly what to say or do to ease her mind quite like he did. They had bounties on their heads, 50,000 each, and yet she never felt any less safe with him because he always had her back.
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When she saw that shotgun pointed in their direction, she didn't know Elliot couldn't see in front of him. All she saw was a gun pointed at a man whom she has been in love with for as long as she could remember. Even when he gave her ten years of reasons not to love him, she couldn't help but do so. Nothing else was going through her mind at that moment, as selfish as it sounds, nothing else but protecting
him, because a world without him just didn't make sense. Even in the ten years that he was gone, she knew he was still around, someway and somehow she just knew and it kept her going on the dark days.
The pain from getting shot you never get used to, her knocking him down was sheer instinct, both to make sure to get the gunman's aim off of him - even for a moment - but to protect him the best she could. His voice was rugged, a bit staggered, he couldn't see and she couldn't move, so all she could think about doing was using the fact he still had his gun to her advantage. It was just yet another reason the way their minds and bodies were so in sync. Their hands rested together in perfect harmony as if they had done this a million times in their lives, the sound of the trigger being pulled was music to her ears in the heat of the chaotic moment. Once again they only had each other to depend on, and it was all they
ever needed whenever it was them against the world
The way he acted so much like Superman at the moment where all he had was his hands - and her eyes - to see where to go. He helped her up as if she was a feather before throwing her arm over his shoulder as if it was nothing. She felt her body instantly relax the moment she was fully in his arms. Although it was for the reason that made her truly fear for her life, it was something so quick at the moment that she hadn't realized until he put her on a gurney once she helped him navigate through the gas within the restaurant. After all but half a lifetime of burying her feeling for this man deep within her soul, she was sick and tired of pretending as if she only saw him as just a friend. She's been hurt on the job a few times with him around, but there was something about those
ten years he was gone
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He talks about having to take some time away for work just a few days after they get back from Ohio, her sarcasm lets her remark at least she knows this time, but she can't help but breathe a silent sigh of relief because she knows this time. It's not finding out from her superior and then waiting years to find out. It's him saying it's for now and he'll be back. But, if her getting shot and bounties being on their head proved something, it proved that
she shouldn't wait forever because everything can change in an instant. She looks down at the compass in her hand as he talks about finding happiness, her realizing it was right in front of her, and there was no work or wives complicating what once was impossible.
She remained silent as he walked towards the door, unable to figure out the words to say until he placed his hand on her office door. "
Hey.." her voice was soft as a smile rested on her lips. Walking around her desk to where he was standing, she looked out into her squadroom briefly to make sure most people were distracted. Placing her free hand on his chest, she gave herself a few moments to get lost in his gorgeous ocean-blue eyes, the eyes she's looked at during some of the best and worst times of her life. Leaning up, she'd gently place a soft kiss upon them as his lips were as soft as she always imagined. It wasn't too extreme, yet it wasn't simple. She let her lips linger against his just enough to feel how soft they were, yet to remind him he has a reason to be careful again. "
I'll be waiting for my happiness to come back"
