Your Partner | Elliot Stabler Oneshots

Anger Issues

↬ Date: 01.09.2023.
↬ Prompt: Lightly based on 07x04: Law and Order: SVU: Ripped.
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Light cursing; mentions of blood, fighting, semi-detailed oral (reader retriving), non detailed smut; angst towards the end; anger issues.
↬ Words: 3149.
In this eposide, I really thought they were gonna fuck- I was a little weirded out but probably have enjoyed it.
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"Detective, there's someone beating a kid in the back room!" Stabler, knowing who it was, ran through the door. He paused before realizing. He jumped on the back of the man, trying to pull him off of the kid, Luke. The man turned around and punched Elliot before turning back to his kid. Elliot didn't give up.

"Who is it?" You called out, drying your hands as you walked to the door.

"Elliot," A small voice came and you quickly opened the door. Elliot stood there, leaning on the door, he gave a small smile as you let him in.

"What happened?" You asked. He doesn't answer right away, looking around your place, having not been here.

"I- I just beat the hell out of a guy," Elliot said, sitting on your couch, his leg bouncing. You looked at him as a friend and as a patient.

"Was he threatening you?" You asked softly, sitting in a chair in front of him.

"His son... He was hitting his son." Elliot got up and started pacing the room before stopping at the window, "One second he's got his kid up against a wall, and the next... I was... I was busting his face wide open."

"Is that it?" You asked, crossing your legs. It took him a moment to answer again. "Can you remember anything else?"

"Looking in the mirror."

"What did you see?" You asked, leaning back some. Elliot whipped his head towards you, confused and hurt.

"What difference does that make?!" Elliot shouted slightly, making your eyes widen a little. He noticed instantly, taking a mental step back, upset he startled you. "What's wrong with me? What... What's wrong with me?"

"Why did you come here?" You asked, composing yourself. Elliot walked over and sat down again, his leg bouncing again.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go." Elliot scratched his head, "My Captin sent me home- I'm lucky he didn't suspend me."

"Why didn't you go home?"

"What's the point?" Elliot laughed, "No one's there but you know that."

"Yeah... She left because of your anger," You said. He scoffed, already knowing that. "El, did you ever talk about it?"

"My anger? Yeah, went to a priest," Elliot mumbled, lacing his hands together, "Next thing I know, she wanted out. I did everything that I was supposed to do. You know, I work hard; I got a good job. I never cheated on my wife. I've lost my kids. I've lost my children. It wasn't supposed to happen this way."

"Life isn't predictible, El," You consoled. Elliot shook his head. "What about what happened today- did it make you feel better?"

"What kind of question is that?!" Elliot growled, his eyes burning with pure hatred, but not with you. "Are- are you judging me?"

"El," You whispered, shaking your head. You stood up and walked to the kitchen. You grabbed a rag from a drawer and got it wet, then got a first aid kit from under the sink. You sat next to him on the couch and grabbed his hand. He watched you as you gently held his hand, cleaning the wounds as softly as you could. You took a second, collecting your thoughts. "How many times have you thought about eating your gun?"

"Suicide is a sin." Elliot was taken back from your question. He knew you weren't religious but he knew you knew that. You went to a die-hard catholic school. You looked up at him, closer to his face than you thought you were. Your eyes were glossy but caring, it made Elliot talk. "She... If you wanted to cut me loose, you know, give me a clue."