Protection {A Bensler Fanfiction}

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In the second week of January, Olivia got a call from Ford in the middle of the day. She took her lunch break and headed down to a deli a few blocks from the precinct. After receiving her order and sinking into a booth, Ford slipped into the other side of the booth.

"What's up?" Olivia asked, passing half of her sandwich to Agent Ford.

"Still in a good place with Elliot?" He asked, grabbing the sandwich and taking a large bite from it.

"Yes, I am. Still in love and finally talking about our future, especially babies," Olivia said, blushing softly. She missed Macie and Rory, but when they were finally back in her arms, she wanted them to see a healthy and happy relationship.

"I don't understand why people like having kids so much, but to each their own," Ford replied. Olivia laughed softly, leaning against the booth and raking her fingers through her short brown hair.

"So, what do we need to talk about? I only have twenty minutes left of my lunch break," Olivia spoke, deciding to avoid small talk.

"Elliot's background check came back clean, and he is officially allowed to move in with you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. The house is paid off, but try to make things normal for people living together. Let him pay some bills and if he discovers any of the outside cameras, tell him it's because you are still cautious because of your ex," Ford explained.

"I can do that... This is so exciting," Olivia smiled.

"It will be harder to keep your past a secret, since you'll be sharing everything. If your cover is blown, there isn't much we can do minus taking you in the middle of the night and relocating you," Ford warned. Olivia nodded weakly, knowing that she would have to try hard to keep her Miami life away from her Manhattan life.

"I will try my hardest, I promise. Thank you," Olivia breathed, as her phone buzzed on the table. Flipping it over, Olivia smiled to herself as Ford watched her closely.

"Who texted you?"

"My boyfriend did, because he's hungry. If we are all good, I'm going to get him a sandwich and head back to the precinct."

"How are you going to agree to move in together?"

"I'll tell him my accountant called and asked to meet. Everything came back, and it makes more sense for us to live in my house since it's paid off."

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Olivia panted hard as she laid on her back and tried to catch her breath. Elliot insisted on celebrating their decision to move in together, and Olivia was so thankful he was finally happy that they were taking a step forward, even if it wasn't the one he had wanted at first.

"This has gotta be the most perfect timing ever," Elliot smiled, his hand cupping Olivia's bare breast as she looked at him.

"What is?" Olivia asked, her breathing finally evening out.

"Us moving in together. My lease is up at the end of the month, so maybe we can make some plans to move stuff in until it's done," Elliot smiled. Olivia rolled over and placed a few soft kisses to Elliot's rough cheek before rubbing his chest.

"If you didn't want to live in your apartment until the end of your month, I wouldn't say no to you moving in sooner," Olivia breathed.

"Really?"

"Elliot, I have never loved a man with this much intensity in... well, ever. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused, but getting to know someone on a deeper level is important. We don't want to get married and have kids, just to find out we don't agree on the same things."

"I'm sorry too, especially because I was an asshole to you, and you didn't deserve that. We will be spending so much time together, that I think getting to know each other will be easy. So starting Friday night, we could pack up my apartment and start moving things in here. Sound good?" Elliot replied, and Olivia nodded as a smile brightened her face.

"Yes, that sounds amazing. Now, can we try to get some rest? We have work in the morning."

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Olivia rarely spent time at Elliot's apartment, so she didn't realize how little he had. His walls were bare and his kitchen had cob webs. 

"No wonder you are more comfortable at my place," Olivia spoke, as she taped off a box of Elliot's clothes.

"Huh?" Elliot asked, as he stacked couch cushions in the corner. They agreed that Elliot's couches and recliner would replace Olivia's living room furniture, even if Olivia didn't like the color.

"This doesn't feel like a home, El. There is no decor or pictures... we spend so much time at my place, and I know why," Olivia frowned.

"I moved in here a year ago, and with work, I didn't have time to decorate. Then I met you, and I decided to not even try because I didn't think I'd be here long," Elliot replied.

"Oh, so you knew I'd let you move in with me? That I'd fall in love with your fine ass?" Olivia teased, as she tossed the tape down and walked to where her boyfriend stood.

"I do have a great ass. I just didn't think it would take as long as it did," Elliot grinned, his arms looping around Olivia's body. He leaned close and pressed several kisses to Olivia's lips, only stopping when Olivia's phone rang.

"I need to get that, baby. I'll take a load down to the truck as well," Olivia smiled. She quickly pulled her phone out and answered the call as she grabbed a few boxes.

"Can I speak now?" Ford asked, since he had heard Elliot on Olivia's side of the call.

"Yes, you can. Please tell me you haven't changed your mind about him moving in, since we are actively doing that," Olivia sighed.

"No, I didn't. I just wanted to tell you that Rory and Macie have resurfaced. They are back at the house and look good."

"R-really?" Olivia asked, tears burning her eyes.

"Really, Olivia. They look great and happy," Ford replied.

Olivia let out a slow breath as she sat the boxes down and leaned against the walls.

"What about him?"

"Hugo is starting to get antsy, but we can't arrest him yet. We picked off a few low-level dealers, but we are getting closer. I'll send you a picture of the girls to your secure email."