Chapter 1

Welcome Home

His first day home. Elliot had finally moved back in with his family. They all sat in the living room talking, they way they did when the kids were younger. Everyone was so excited to have him back. Then his phone rang.

"Stabler," he answered, "Whoa, whoa, Liv, calm down. Where are you?" Kathy, Kathleen, Elizabeth and Dickey watched in curiosity, "Yes I am. It's fine, really. I'll be there in twenty minutes." He went to hang up then brought the phone back up to his mouth, "Oh and Olivia, don't do anything stupid."

Eight eyes stared back at him. He wasn't sure whether they were angry or upset. One thing he did know is that they didn't seem too surprised, "I'm sorry. I have to go."

He rushed into his car. Her words ran through his mind. He hadn't the slightest idea of what he was going to do when he got there. Well he had one idea, but Olivia would be mad if he beat up her brother. That bastard called her and arranged a meeting, then asked for her to help him hide from the police. She is the police! The rage built up inside of him, like a knot tightening in his stomach. It was his worst enemy. He just couldn't see her loosing her job and possibly going to jail to protect one of the scumbags she should be putting in handcuffs, regardless of the DNA they share.

He marched into the bar ready to snap someone's neck, until he saw her look up at him, sitting alone at a table slowly tapping her fingers. He walked over and sat across from her.