The beginning of the end | A Bensler FanFic

Epilogue

One year after the day I quit I was still lost. I seemed to have lost my purpose in life, my mission. Elliot had moved in slowly after we had gotten together again and Noah loved him. Everything was going great in my personal life but I seemed to just walk around in the time between waking up and waiting for Noah to get home. I talked to life coaches, lawyers, shrinks, everyone but I couldn't figure out my next move. Then May came and, in the day that Stabler and I would celebrate 21 years since we had met, everything changed. I would have dinner with him later but first I had an early meeting with Alex Cabot, she had resigned and was now the president of a volunteering organization created to assist sexual assault victims. So, I picked up my keys, locked the door and left, not being aware that when I got home that night my life wouldn't be the same. When I got to the building for our meeting she walked me through the whole project, showed me some victims receiving help and the facilities. Then, she offered me a job, as vice-president. I was shock but couldn't help to say yes almost immediately when I realized I could keep helping the victims of the most heinous crimes without having to hold a gun at someone again, even if I sometimes got home sick and went to a shooting camp for the fun of it. She asked me if I would like to go to lunch with her, to celebrate, proposal which I accepted. We went out for sushi, talked about Stabler and about her boyfriend, Trevor Langan, about Noah and about Casey and her huge crush on Barba. However, in the middle of the meal I started to feel extremely sick. I had felt like that for some days and I eventually passed out. When I woke up, I was at the hospital. I asked repeatedly if I was ok and no one knew how to answer to me until a doctor told me to get dressed up and met her in her office. Then she dropped a bomb "You're pregnant". My first reaction was of panic, then, I questioned her "WHAT?". She asked for my name and age and, when I told her I was 51, she went to pick my analysis and check out again. In the moments she was gone my head thought every detail, I was scared and confused but happy. I wanted it to be a false alarm but at the same time all I wanted was it to be real. When she came she asked my name again and apologized, they had mixed up the sheets and I was in fact not pregnant but ok, I was only a little bit tired. Now, I can't put into words how I felt when she told me so, I felt relieved but sad, a part of me still wanted it to have been real. I left the hospital absorbed in my thoughts and called a cab. I know I went home, opened the door and took a shower but I can't remember doing so. I don't remember anything until Noah came home. In that moment I hugged him so tight and realized how thankful I was for what I had, for him, my son. He went to sleep at a friend's house and I was supposed to get dressed for a fancy dinner but I was tired, drained out of all the energy or will to go out so I texted Ell and the text I got back said something like "No problem hun, let's go out for burgers and you tell me about the hell of a day you had. Be home at 8. Love you" and so I did. I dressed some jeans, sneakers and a sweatshirt, put my hair up in a ponytail and waited for him, wondering trough Facebook and playing Subway Surf, a game that Noah had installed on my phone, until El texted me saying he was downstairs, waiting for me. We went to our favorite burger place and I told him about my day, the job and the pass out. Then I took a breath and told him about the pregnancy scare. He held my hand and asked simply "Did you want to have been pregnant?" and I told him that I had loved the idea to be a mom with him, to which he answered that I already was, that Noah was like a son to him and that he loved him like one. So, I decided to end the discussion and we focused on talking about how had it been 21 years already. He then drove me to a coffee and donut shop where we used to go a lot on my first year and I couldn't help but to laugh at the still existence of that place and at the realization of how good were those donuts. We walked around holding hands and talking, just talking about any and everything, like we always would until he gave me something, a little box wrapped in silver paper and I turned to the light to open it. Inside it was my first badge, the numbers 4015 shinning. My detective badge, I had handed it when I became sergeant and received the other one. When I turned back to Elliot he was down one knee and I gasped, putting my hands over my mouth to cover the surprise. And he said, smirking like only he could: "That is just a little symbol, just like today is. I love you Olivia. You know I'm not the guy for great speeches but that is the truth. And I know it took me 21 years to realize it but you are the one I want to spend all my life with. Will you marry me?". I jumped to his arms, kissing him with all I was and saying "yes" in between breaths. And forever was made.

7 years have gone by, I'm married to the love of my life, my little boy is all grown up and I can cope with the fact that I am not a member of the police, even if I sometimes act like one. Today me and Elliot are going to our favorite bar, a cop bar that Fin and Munch bought some years ago. The whole original squad is hanging out there. Today was also the day I went to the precinct for the first time since I retired. Rollins and Carisi are a great commanding team and I am so proud of them, for everything (Rollisi shippers you can dream on what else does this mean). Barba took Casey and they went on some pro bono mission in Brazil, even though I believe the main reason was the coffee. Alex is married. And life goes on.  

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Annnnd, this is the end! I hope you liked it! I will start a new fanfic soon, I'll leave the synopse down bellow but I just wanted you to know how thankful I am for all the support you gave me!!

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The letter 

  The year is 2033. Noah is preparing a fake trial for uni when Anna, his classmate and fake secretary, walks in looking devastated. Olivia is in the hospital. Noah runs home to change and finds a letter with his name on it, but puts it in his pocket without thinking much of it. There, Olivia wrote a love story. There, lays the description of the love that goes on for a lifetime, a love that will last forever, a love beyond descriptions, stronger than time, deeper than distance. There, she wrote her love story. And it all began 7 years after she had last saw him. 19 years after they day she met him.