Just a little something that came to me yesterday afternoon. It'll probably only be 2-3 chapters long. Not a whole lot.

Big thanks goes out to the boyfriend, for encouraging me to continue this beyond the first few paragraphs. Love you!!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything.

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When the invitation had arrive Elliot missed it at first. Buried in his pile of bills it was well hidden. That's probably why he was surprised when Mark Jeffers, one of his friends from the academy, had called. Someone in their graduating class had come up with the brilliant idea of having a reunion. It wasn't any specific year reunion, like 15, 20, or anything like that. More like just an excuse to catch up with each other.

It wasn't that he didn't miss the guys, or that he didn't want to go, he just wasn't real big on socializing. Elliot's private life was just that to him. Private. Not to mention he didn't want to go alone. He figured maybe he could get Maureen to go with him. He had already asked her to stop by for dinner that night so that he could ask her to go.

Elliot had just taken the pan of lasagna out of the oven when he heard his apartment door open. He assumed it was Maureen since all his kids had their own keys and just let themselves in.

"Hey Mo!" He called to her.

"Hi Daddy. Something smells really yummy in there." She said as she walked to the kitchen.

"Lasagna. There's garlic bread in the oven still."

Maureen went over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of wine and put it on the table next to the lasagna Elliot had set down. He gave her a questioning look.

"Dad, I'm 22."

"I know. You do realize though if you're drinking you're also staying here tonight." He poured himself a glass, waiting to fill his daughter's.

"Alright." As soon as she agreed Elliot filled her glass with some of the crimson liquid.

After going to take the bread out of the oven, Elliot sat down across from his daughter to eat. Throughout the first half of the meal he just sat there listening to her talk about how school was going and everything.

"Sorry Daddy. I'm not giving you a chance to talk. Not to mention I'm probably boring you." Maureen began apologizing after a while.

"You're fine. Nothing you could say would ever bore me." He told her, smiling.

"So, what's going on with you?" She asked.

"That's actually partly why I invited you over tonight."

"Oh?" She was interested now.

"One of the guys I graduated from the academy with decided it'd be fund to plan a reunion."

"You need a date." She told him rather than questioning him.

"Yes." He blushed.

"When is it?"

"This Saturday." He mumbled.

"Did you just say this Saturday?"

"Yes."

"Well, Daddy Dearest, I'm afraid I can't help you out. I've been designated to chaperone Dickie and Lizzie's school dance this Saturday."

"Oh." He said, a bit sadly.

"Why don't you call Kathleen?" She suggested.

Elliot made a mental note to call his next oldest daughter after dinner. The two finished their meal and Elliot got up to clear the table. When he was done he brought out two bowls and a carton of vanilla ice cream. He scooped some ice cream into each of the bowls and he and Maureen ate their dessert in quiet.

"Dad, I'm gonna go watch TV in the guest room, okay?" Maureen said as she got up and took her bowl in to the kitchen.

"Goodnight Sweetheart." He kissed her on the forehead and headed to his own room.

Before he took out his cell phone to call Kathleen he quickly hopped in the shower and threw on some boxer briefs before crawling into bed. He picked up his phone and dialed Kathleen's cell phone number.

"Hi Daddy." She answered the phone.

"Using the Caller ID I see." He chuckled.

"Sure am. What's up?"

"What are you doing this Saturday? I need a date to my academy reunion."

"Sorry Daddy. I have a huge test on Monday so we're having a study group meeting Saturday night." She told him.

"Alright."

"Call Olivia. Ask her." Kathleen told him.

"I'll think about it. Have a good night and don't be a stranger. Stop by and see me sometime."

"Bye." She hung up.

Well, he supposed he could call Olivia and ask her. It was their Saturday off. Then again she could have a date. Of course he'd never know if he didn't call her. Besides it was just some friend thing and they were friends, right? Flipping open his phone again he hit speed dial one.

"Benson."

"Hey Liv."

"What's up? Don't tell me we've got a case." She was really hoping that wasn't the reason he called.

"Nah. I need a favor." He decided it would be best to just straight out ask.

"What?" She asked.

"Well, a guy I graduated from the academy with decided it'd be fun if we have a reunion." He stopped to breathe and she cut in.

"You need someone to go with you because you want to go even though you're not really into socializing but don't want to go alone. Am I right?" She smirked.

"Yes. You're right." He sighed.

"When is it?" She asked, considering going.

"This Saturday." He winced as he told her.

"Okay. What time?"

Elliot couldn't believe she was agreeing to go. Especially without putting up a fight.

"7:30pm. I'll pick you up at 7. What's the catch?" He knew she must be looking for something in return.

"Sounds good. Oh, no catch. You just owe me. Goodnight El."

"Thank you. Goodnight Liv."

They both hung up and Elliot crawled down under the covers to watch some TV before going to sleep.

The next morning Elliot and Olivia both walked in the door to the station at the same time. Both of them carrying two cups of coffee.

"Wasn't it my day to bring the coffee?" Olivia asked.

"Maybe. I was thinking it was mine." He said, confused.

"Oh well. Looks like Munch and Fin get free coffee today." She took the two cups in her hands over and set them on Munch and Fin's desks.

A few minutes later the room was full of chaos. Everyone had arrived and a case had come in.

Eight year old Samantha Myers had been brought in to the Emergency Room at Mercy General with a broken arm by her grandmother. Nothing abnormal for an active eight year old except upon further examination it was clear someone had broken her arm. All suspicion was placed on her parents until it was disclosed that they hadn't been home in a week. Samantha had been left with the 17 year old neighbor from next door. The male neighbor who was not conveniently missing.

All four detectives were sent out to the streets to find Jeremy Hayden. By the end of the day they were turning up nothing but dead ends. That was until another eight year old girl's case turned up in the laps. Emma McCarthy had been kidnapped from her schoolyard by a boy matching Jeremy's description.

By the time they finally caught Jeremy, three days later, he had beaten and raped two more girls. They had all seen worse but were thrilled when the case was finally closed.

Walking out of the precinct together that Friday night Elliot and Olivia got to talking.

"Are you sure you're okay with going tomorrow night?" Elliot asked as they got to the elevator.

"Yes. I'm okay with it. Anything for a friend."

"Any idea what I'll owe you?"

"I haven't really given it a huge amount of thought. I'm sure something will come up." She gave him an evil smile.

"Gee, can't wait." He chuckled.

They arrived at Olivia's SUV then and she opened the door to get in.

"So, 7 tomorrow night, right?" She asked.

"Yep, 7. I'll pick you up at your apartment."

"See you then."

"You too." Elliot shut her door for her and went to his own SUV.