Disclaimer: Nope, 11 chapters, an epilogue, and the beginning of a sequel and they still aren't mine.

Author's Note: Well, this is the sequel to the stories Busted! and its epilogue/oneshot Mother's Day Surprise. It takes place about six months after Mother's Day Surprise. Hope you like! R&R!

I looked down towards my paperwork, eyes swimming. I just want to go home. I want to go home to my wife and my two youngest twins, who are turning four today. But, their precious "Grandpa" Cragen had decided that my partner and I were going to "catch" today. We had gotten stuck with a prostitute that had claimed she had been raped but hadn't told us she'd known it was her boss. Until fifteen minutes ago, that is. So, at this time, 7:14 PM on my youngests' birthday I was stuck writing up the final evaluation of the dumbest ass case that I've worked since Liv left.

Yes, Liv left Special Victims Unit. We decided on it on the twin's first birthday when it had had to be postponed because neither of us had been able to get home on time. She knew I loved the job and had fought passionately with me about it on quitting SVU. She now works in Computer Crimes. The people that she had worked with when she had worked there right after th Gitano case had welcomed her in with open arms. Her new partner had welcomed her a little too warmly. The second week she was there he had pulled her into a file room and kissed her. Needless to say, Elliot had had a little "discussion" with him. He hadn't touched her, hadn't even looked at her strangely, since then.

"Stabler, Conners, get your sorry asses outta here. I gotta run and get my grandkids their birthday presents before tomorrow anyway. Noon, right Elliot?" Cragen hollered from the doorway.

"Okay Cap. And yea, noon. I'll see you then!" I finally threw all my paperwork into two differnt piles. Finished and Not. After almost a week the finished was actually higher than the not. He sighed and checked the time again. 7:36. Jesus! He had exactly one hour and twenty-four minutes until Breanna and Bryce's bedtime. He felt like such an ass.

"Hey, Elliot?" I hear my new partner, Holly Conners, holler from the doorway. She was young and green too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, skinny, short, and I had noticed the first time that I saw her that almost everything that could be fake, looked like it was. Liv had never really acted jealous, but I know it bothered her that I worked with a pretty, twenty-something year old. She had been very self-conscious and had lost a lot of her confidence since she had the twins. She thought she was fat and ugly. I just didn't see it. She had gotten back her incredible body about two months after the twins were born and she still worked out non-stop. I just didn't think it was very healthy. "Elliot?" I hear from Holly again.

"Uhm, yea?" I answered, not really paying attention to her.

"You wanna grab a drink at Meloni's with me before you head home?" She asked. She smiled that flirty smile everyone noticed she always smiled at Elliot and he fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"Nah, Conners. I'm gonna head on home." I answered smiling lightly.

At the time Munch decided to add his two cents in. "Aww, poor Ewwiot. Are you getting Wivvy sick? Hmm? Do you miss your wifey?" This seemed to make Holly mad. Or jealous. It made me laugh and nod in agreement.

"Acutally, John, for once you are right. I am Liv sick, and Bree sick, and Bry sick, and Maur sick, and Dickie sick, and Liz sick, and Katie sick. Isn't it sad? But mostly I'm Liv sick. I haven't seen her since I dropped her off at Computer Crimes this morning. We didn't even get to have lunch together. I'm going through withdrawal." The saddest part was it was true. I had become attatched and dependent in the thirteen years we had known each other. Okay, it was sad but I thought it was nice. I wanted to see her all the time. Liv thought it was cute, too, so it was okay.

Within half an hour I had reached home and opened the door, instantely smiling. My two youngest children and my wife sat on the couch. Olivia sat in the middle of the couch. Breanna's head laid in Liv's lap and Bryce's laid against her chest, her right arm wrapped around his shoulders. She was reading from their favorite book, Green Eggs And Ham.

I smiled and decided to play around a bit. I snuck into the kitchen and pressed the button for the living room on our intercom system. "Paging Oliva Rene Stabler, Breanna Alexandria Cassandra Stabler, and Bryce Donald Elliot Stabler to the Stabler Home Dining Room!" I heard giggling and little feet pounding against the floor. Withing seconds Breanna and Bryce had reached the kitchen and were in my arms, snuggling up with me. Olivia then entered, a smile on her face. I beckoned her nearer to us and she smiled, complying. Once she reached us I smiled and handed Breanna over to her and then pulled the two of them to Bryce and I.

All three of us stood, cuddling in the kitchen of our three story, six bedroom, three bathroom house. We had only managed to pay for it all when my mother had decided to hand over some of the savings that my father had left for me in his will. My father hadn't exactly been the nicest man but he had always promised to give us whatever we needed and most things we wanted. This dream house had been one of the many things his money had gotten me when I needed it the most.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and they all turned towards each other. Heading towards the door both Olivia and I were shocked to see someone we hadn't seen since the day the twins were born.