"Benson, Stabler! Go eat lunch before you starve in your seats!" Captain Cragen of the New York SVU squad called out from his office.

Elliot Stabler rolled his eyes at his partner, Olivia Benson, across his desk. She grinned back and held up her half empty coffee cup.

"All the sustenance I need is right here!" she retorted. "And I have a feeling that someone isn't going to walk in here and give us all the answers to this case!"

Before Cragen could say another word, Elliot grabbed Olivia's arm and gently yanked her out of the office. She didn't protest; she knew she had won.

"I have an idea," Elliot said when they got to his car. "My brothers' children's birthdays are in a few weeks, and I need to get presents for them. How about we have a quick lunch and then stop at a toy store?"

"Brilliant, El," she smiled. "But why do I have to come? They're your relatives."

"You're here now," he gave her a quick answer. "And you can help out the girls' toys. I've never been good at that."

"Does it scare you, you poor thing?" Olivia grinned wickedly. "You still think girls have cooties?"

Elliot just crossed his arms over his chest and pretended to be angry.

"Maybe I'm threatening your manhood," she said as though the idea was just dawning on her.

"Hey, when you're being threatened by me, you'll know it," he smiled.

"Well then, we better get going before Cragen contradicts himself and calls us back."

The drive to the nearest diner was silent. Both detectives were lost in their thoughts. Elliot glanced at Olivia and smiled.

I bet she's already thinking about toys to get the girls. She deserves it; she never had a childhood. And she loves children…why does my family always ask me why I don't have a girlfriend or a wife yet? It's really irritating. But how can I explain it to them? How can I say that the woman I truly love does not love me back?

And Olivia, glancing over at Elliot, smiled and let out a small, quiet laugh.

He's probably so excited about getting stuff for the boys. He loves children so much…so do I. Why do my friends always ask me why I don't have a boyfriend or a husband yet? It's pretty annoying. But how can I explain it to them? How can I say that the man I truly love does not love me back?

"Liv," Elliot nudged her with his elbow.

"Huh? What?" Olivia blinked and realized she was lost in thought about the man she loved…

"We're here," Elliot grinned. "You know, the diner? I think you're wasting away there."

"Oh, shut up," she lightly smacked him and jumped out of the car. "I'm hungry."

He pretended to hold up a coffee cup. " 'All the sustenance I need is right here!'" he said in a high, screechy voice, mimicking her. He ducked as a very un-aerodynamic used tissue came flying at him.

"Liv, that's disgusting!" he laughed. "Normal people only use their tissues once, then throw them out."

"Our rainforests are disappearing," she said huffily. "At least I'm not wasting them, like some people I know."

"Yeah, and I bet you like putting your hands into snot filled pockets!" Elliot could barely speak, he was laughing so hard. He started running when he saw Olivia take off after him.

She chased him through the parking lot and into the diner, where she finally caught up with him. She threw her arms around him from behind and rested her head against his broad back.

"Gotcha!" she was breathing hard. "You're gonna pay for that."

"Gave you a run for your money, didn't I, Ms. Snot-Pockets?" he said playfully, and jerked when Olivia poked him in the side.

"Alright, alright, I give up!" he said when she kept poking him. "Besides," he whispered in her ear. "everyone's giving us weird looks."

They strolled to a quiet booth in the back of the diner. A waitress brought them their menus and two small plastic cups of water. She stared at Elliot the whole time, and Olivia was trying not to laugh. When Elliot thanked her, she giggled and went to gossip with her friend near the kitchen. Olivia snorted into her water.

"Hey, hot guy," she teased. "Looks like you made a new friend."

Elliot just rolled his eyes. "Just pick something out," he said. Olivia smiled and looked at her menu. "And by the way, did you just snort?"

They were both laughing hysterically as they exited the diner. Olivia found it very amusing that their waitress had become infatuated with Elliot, no matter how many subtle hints he gave her, such as placing his hand on Olivia's and putting his badge on the table, that he was with Olivia and was a police officer.

"She giggled every time you looked at her!" Olivia was doubled over with laughter. "I think she would have taken you right there had you guys been alone."

"I bet you wouldn't be laughing so hard if it had been a waiter who had a crush on you," he jokingly accused her.

Olivia snickered and looked at her watch.

"Crap, we better get to the toy store," she said.

"Oops, right," Elliot said.

Then Olivia turned around and looked at the window of the diner on a hunch. She smiled triumphantly.

"Hey, Casanova, that waitress is at the window with a few of her friends. Bet they're checkin' you out," she whispered, barely containing her laughter.

Elliot raised his eyebrows, and without missing a beat, he turned around, smiled his widest smile, and mock-saluted the three waitresses, who jumped and scurried to the kitchen.

"Thought I saw a waiter there, too," he smiled wickedly.

"You are such a creep," she said good-naturedly, as she rolled her eyes and opened the door to Elliot's car.

Note from SuperCellist: I couldn't help but put that part about the waitress in there because I've always wondered why the women on the show don't react to Elliot the way she did (unless they're mentally unstable). You have also just read my take on people who use tissues, then put them back in their pockets. It's disgusting (but that's probably because I'm a little obsessive-compulsive). Anyway, please review, 'cause this story is turning out way different than what I planned it to be.