Your Partner | Elliot Stabler Oneshots

Coming Home

↬ Date: 06.29.2023.
↬ Prompt: N/A
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Mild cursing; a lot of crying; non-detailed smut; bit angsty; talk of: tortured, r-word, shot, and having a hysterectomy due to trauma.
↬ Words: 2833.
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"Elliot..." You heard Olivia whisper and it caused you to look to where she was staring. There he was, standing tall and proud, and broken. He didn't have his hair anymore and his eyes were permanently dark. Your heart shook and ached and stuttered. Love filled your vision, head, and soul. Sooner than it should have, it turned to sadness. Even quicker than that, it turned to anger. You wanted to yell and scream, and cry, and hug him.

"Olivia..." He whispered back, but not your name. Maybe he didn't see you, maybe he didn't care about you anymore. Maybe he was so blindsided by his own actions, selfishness, and hatred that he will again ignore you and your feelings.

You watched in slow motion as they walked toward one another. You thought they might embrace but Olivia's anger for him disappearing was too grand and she step away from him. She stared a moment longer, trying to convince herself it was not him, but ultimately turned away, knowing it was.

"Let's go, (Y/N)," Olivia whispered, her hand on your arm, holding herself steady. Your eyes never left Elliot and when he finally noticed you, he felt his heart jump. Every memory that you two ever shared, ever made, ever formed came back like a truck.

"(Y/N), I..." Elliot couldn't finish his thought, his emotions strangling the words from his throat. Your bottom lip quivered and tears burned your eyesight. He left like you meant nothing and now he's back for whatever damn reason he had and he thinks you'll just fall to his feet?! He was right and Olivia knew that, so she grabbed your wrist and pulled you with her.

"We have somewhere to go, (Y/N)," Olivia reminded you. Oh, right. Her ceremony for her, um, her award of the best female detective in the NYPD... Right.

You couldn't help it and looked back at him. His eyes were darker and wet, watching the two of you leave like he meant nothing. He knew that's how you two would react; his leaving took the most immense toll on you two. Olivia cause he was the only one who truly understood her, and you... You because he made you fall in love with him.

"Surprise!" Olivia smiled at everyone once you and she walked through the door of the restaurant that was picked. You gave a big, fake smile that looked eerily real and no one questioned anything.

"There's someone here for you, Liv," Odafin said, standing in front of the crowd of officers. You excused yourself and walked away from her as Fin dragged Olivia further into the place.

"(Y/N)! How are you?" You looked to where the voice came from and saw Dominick trying to push his way through the crowd. You giggled at his frustration, which made him smile sheepishly. You grabbed his hand and loudly exclaim to get the other officers to move. "Hey- hi. How are you?"

"Hi, Sonny. I'm doing alright; how are you? How's the one case going?" You asked, forgetting you were holding his hand.

"I'm good- uh, the case isn't the smoothest but I think I'm winning. I just need the victim's mother to show up and make a victim statement," Dominick explained, looking around. He squeezed his hand, tightening it around yours, and noticed you hadn't let go of his hand. Sighing, you went to bring your hand up to scratch your cheek and noticed his hand followed yours.

"I am so sorry, Sonny!" Your cheeks went warm and you quickly dropped his hand, yours had grown sweaty with shame, and looked away, in discomfiture.

"Hey, it's alright. It felt nice," Dominick admitted softly, coating you to look back at him. He was smiling, his eyes sparkling with truth and comfort; his whole face contracted around his smile. It was beautiful and lively. You didn't voice your thoughts, though, and only smiled back at him. "What's wrong? I can see it in your eyes."