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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Graphic
      Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Gen
  Fandom:
      Law_&_Order:_SVU
  Relationship:
      Elliot_Stabler/Reader, Elliot_Stabler_x_Reader, Father/daughter
      relationship_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Elliot_Stabler, Reader, You
  Additional Tags:
      No_Incest, Elliot_is_your_dad, Anxiety, More_tags_will_be_added_as_more
      chapters_come_out, Ratings_and_warnings_may_change, Rape/Non-con
      Elements, Rape, Chapter_2_contains_graphic_sexual_assault, Miscarriage,
      Counseling, Slight-Depression
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-27 Updated: 2017-07-27 Chapters: 4/? Words: 12588
****** Elliot Stabler x Daughter!Reader ******
by ranae654
Summary
     Various fics of you, the reader in situations all the while being
     Elliot Stabler's daughter.
Notes
     I will take requests for basically anything and even if it is a
     trigger warning I will put it in the discription of the chapter. The
     only things I will not take requests for is any situation where
     Elliot is abusive to you, his daughter, that is including incest even
     if it is consensual.
***** Anxiety *****
Chapter Summary
     Reader hides her anxiety from her father until one day at school she
     passes out from it and she is forced to tell him about it and how
     it's a struggle for her everyday.
It wasn't easy being a detective's daughter. Especially since you had anxiety
whenever he was working a very risky case or going undercover. No one knew
about the daily struggle you had with it or how your throat felt tight and your
chest felt heavy. It was unexplainable. Today, your father was working a very
dangerous case that involved a possible serial killer, they were planning on
trying to catch him today and it really set you on edge since he was the lead
detective on this case. It was already bad enough that you had two extremely
important tests today and your dad had already gotten on you about your grades
falling but it was practically impossible to concentrate with such worry on
these types of days, and he would never understand that because he wasn't in
your position. You had to admit though sometimes it would just creep up on its
own for no apparent reason. It was really frustrating to you, it made you feel
like a defect, like some sort of let down to everyone you know and love.
As soon as you walked in the classroom, within seconds your throat had gotten
really tight and you were finding it to be a task to breathe calmly. Sitting
down in your desk, your hands found the way to the corners of it and gripped
them tightly. You friend sat down next to you. She knew everything about your
life and you had only told her about your dad because you knew you could trust
her with anything and most of all she was always supportive of you. "Relax Y/N,
I'm sure your dad will be fine, he always is." In a very low whisper that you
were almost incapable of managing you responded with, "Thanks." That was the
thing, people always assume that their loved ones will be fine that is until
the day something actually happens. This was the exact reason why you never
told your father about your issue. You were afraid it would side track him from
his job, and he'd be thinking and worrying about you more than saving and
helping people with their trauma and incidents from crimes. Your teacher began
to pass out the test and you just couldn't find yourself capable of calming
down. You were beginning to feel lightheaded as all the worry and stress were
piling on top of you. Within seconds your vision went black and you passed out.
******
When you woke up, bright lights blinded your eyes, making you squint until you
came to it. Sitting up slowly, you looked around the room you were in.
Turns out it was the nurse's room at your school. As soon as you were all with
it, you were greeted with the sight of your dad, who had his hands folded in
his lap and was looking at you with a look you couldn't quite decipher. Even
though he was your dad he was very hard to read sometimes. "How are you
feeling?"
"I'm fine." He stood up from his chair and gave you a stern look. "Don't lie to
me Y/N, it has been a long...long, long day." The nurse walked in and saw that
you were awake. "Well, she should be okay to go. It seems like she has acute
anxiety and passed out from the stress of testing and such but don't take my
word for it, I would ask a doctor just to be sure." He nodded at the nurse and
shook her hand, thanking her for all she has done. "Y/N, c'mon, it's time to go
home."
The car ride was pretty much silent for about the first one or two minutes
until he spoke. "Are you hungry?" Your stomach growled in a response so he
pulled in the nearest drive thru and bought you whatever you wanted. When you
were done eating he had decided to bring up what happened. "You know when I
came to the school there was an ambulance there and when I walked in I saw you
laying on the ground with a breathing mask over you and two checking your
pulse. I almost froze when I saw it was really you. You would've gone to a
hospital if your friend hadn't told them the reasons why what happened,
happened." Tensing up, you put the wrappers back into the bag, and responded
with, "Dad, can we please talk about this at home. I would really be more
comfortable."
"Fine."
Pulling in the driveway not even a minute later, he looked at you with a
serious, upset look. "We're home. Room. Now."
He gave you a few minutes alone before going in there himself and sitting on
the bed next to you. "Alright, you want to tell me what this was about and why
you didn't tell me."
"You wouldn't understand." Looking to the side you leaned your head down and
stared at the ground.
"Try me." You turned around to look at his soft, loving eyes as he patted the
bed, motioning for you to come closer. Crawling over to him you layed your head
gently on his shoulder before explaining how you felt. "I-I get that it's your
job to save people and keep them safe but- But sometimes I can't stop myself
from being nervous, worried, and even a little scared. My throat gets so tight
and my chest gets so heavy when I think of you getting hurt."
"Honey, that's part of the job, I've never gotten hurt before have I?" This
made you take your head off his shoulder fast, no one understood what you were
trying to say. "Dad! You're not always going to be okay, and I'm scared-I'm
scared that one you'll be working a risky case and I'm afraid to get that call,
saying that you've been hurt or even worse dead! It can happen, and without you
I'd be lost. Mom left us when I was so young, and I have no siblings, I
wouldn't have anyone and-"
"Hey, hey..." He pulled you into his chest as you began to cry so hard just at
the thought of your dad not being there. "It's alright baby, I'm right
here...and I'm not going to be leaving you anytime soon."
"But you- you don't know that, and-and I've been feeling like this for years,
and I-I never told you because I-I-I didn't want to be se-selfish." His own
eyes were beginning to water but he was trying to hold them back because he
knew that he had to be strong for you right now. Not only that but he was still
trying to cope with the fact that you hid your anxiety from him, and that you
felt you were being selfish by having him worry about you. "Y/N. Y/N, look at
me." Leaning back up, you looked at him with your flushed skin, and your
somewhat red eyes. "I will always be your dad, it is my job to worry about you
and be there for you when you need me. I know how to manage my jobs. I can
focus on a case just as much as I take care of you on a daily basis. Alright?"
You silently nodded at him. He began to wipe away your tears with your thumb as
he continued to speak softly and rational to you. "Anxiety is a serious thing
to hide, you could've ended up in the hospital. I don't want to see you hurt
anymore than you don't want to see me hurt and most importantly I don't want
you to hide stuff from me Y/N, that's not how our relationship is. I love you
and you will always be my number one priority. I took the day off for tomorrow
and made you a doctor's appointment to see how bad your anxiety actually is and
what we can do about it, okay?" He knew you were okay when you rolled your eyes
and sighed and the sniffles lessened. "Oh c'mon it won't be that bad. Besides
I'll be there with you and I was thinking we could go out to lunch, I mean if
you want to that is."
"Of course I want to. So, did you catch the guy?" He laughed at your sudden
change of subject. "Yes, but how about we just not talk about my work? You
could never interfere with me doing my job and I don't want you to ever think
or feel like that, alright?" You nodded.
"So, what should we do?"
"Well I was thinking since you just ate, why don't we just relax for once and
just sit back and maybe watch something on netflix, whatever you want?"
"I would like that."
"Well I guess I'll get the popcorn then."
*****
There was only twenty minutes left to the movie and Elliot found it kind of odd
when you haven't talked for quite a long time during the movie. When he looked
down at you he saw that you were sound asleep, nestled into his chest
underneath the blanket. He smiled softly to himself and turned off the movie
before quietly, and gently picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom,
tucking you in. He planted a soft kiss to your forehead. He looked down at you
so content and peaceful, he pushed a piece of your back softly with his finger.
"I love you. Sweet dreams." Shutting your door quietly, he found himself
becoming quite tired also and decided to go to bed.
***** Sexually Assaulted *****
Chapter Summary
     After your father tells you not to go to a party you disregard him
     and his input by sneaking out. You run into your ex-boyfriend there
     who decides to take things into his own hands by giving you a drug.
     When your father is called about an incident regarding you,
     everything begins to fall apart and leads into a nasty court trial.
Chapter Notes
     TW: Rape/Sexual Assault
     - If you have any requests just comment please :)
Tonight was the night of your best friend's sweet sixteen and you wanted to go
so terribly bad but you knew getting your dad to agree too it would be a
struggle. He wasn't fond of her parents at all, he thought that they were very
irresponsible of taking care of their child.
"Daddy! Just let me go! I'm fifteen I'll be fine!"
"Yeah fifteen years too young. I said no and that's final." You groaned and
stomped up to your room. Your dad treated you like a child. Sometimes you
thought that he only did it because you were the only one out of your siblings
who lived with him. Ever since your mom and dad had gotten a divorce he has
gotten way more over protective of you and you just weren't having any of it.
You were quick to get dressed up in your room and were careful not too make any
noise when you snuck out through your bedroom window. This is the decision that
was going to change your whole life and turn it upside down.
It was around one a.m. when he received the call that made his whole world go
completely dark.
*******
"Elliot?" It's like his heart just stopped. The phone fell from his hand while
his head was spinning in all different directions. It was like a dramatic slow
motion scene when he ran out the door, picking up his coat on the way.
When the car door slammed shut he was speeding down the road not even a minute
later.
As soon as you locked eyes on your father you jumped down from where you were
sitting and ran to him. "Y/N!" He met you half way and as soon as you were in
his arms all worry washed away. You were okay, you were alive and in his arms.
His lips pressed a hard, loving kiss to your temple and his grip around you was
stronger than ever. When he pulled away and really layed eyes on you, you had
scars all over your face, and a black eye. Furthermore your arm had bruises up
and down them while your wrists were red, showing obvious restraint. The one
decent clothes that were on you were ripped into shreds. "What the hell
happened?!" A police officer pulled aside your dad who showed protest by
pulling himself back. He wanted to be with you and protect and figure out what
was wrong. He didn't want a damn police officer telling him what he could
figure out on his own. "Elliot, c'mon cooperate with us for once."
"Cooperate my ass, my daughter is a victim and she need me right now! What the
hell happened?!"
"Elliot!" When he turned around he saw Olivia running toward him. "What the
hell are you doing here? Did everyone get the memo or something?"
"She was raped." The whole world just stopped right before him. He couldn't
comprehend it. He was frozen. The first thing that came to his mind was wanting
to kill the son of a bitch who did this to you. He wanted to see that guy rot
and pay for what he did to you and he was going to make sure it happened.
"Elliot!" Olivia pulled him out of his daze and within seconds he was turning
around grabbing the officer by his jacket. "Who the fuck did this? I want to
know who and I want to know now!" The police officer pushed him off and looked
to Olivia. "I suggest you keep your friend here under control." Elliot raised
his eyebrows almost stunned at the warning. "Excuse me?"
"Oh you heard me." You watched as your father's chest rose in anger and he was
just about to pounce on the asshole of a guy until the woman who was looking
you over for injuries called after him, asking him to come over. "Sir, we're
going to have to take her to the hospital to fully look her over, and see if
there is any apparent tearing or serious injuries, but that is only if she
consents." He rubbed his forehead with his hand and locked eyes with you.
"Okay, alright. Can you give us a few minutes?" The woman nodded and walked
away giving the two of you some privacy. He was still in a shock of what
happened to you but since consent was needed, he knew what that meant. It had
meant that they were going to do invasive looks over you, and that bothered him
and in all honesty he didn't know if it would be good for you to do at the
moment. Then again, he did need to know how bad you actually were. All it took
was him once more looking over your face and the bruise on your arms, and
wrists from the bindings to make him come to a conclusion. "Y/N, this decision
is up to you, and what you feel comfortable with. They're um...they're planning
on doing a rape kit. Do you know what that is?" When you shook your head no, he
sat down next to you, placing his hands in his lap. "Well, first they'd have
you stand on a sheet....nude, to see if any hairs or fiber that could be used
as evidence fall from your body. Then they do a physical examination, I'm not
going to lie it can be very invasive and you may find it uncomfortable. They
collect the biological evidence like, saliva, blood, genitalia, skins cells and
other things. The next part is where you may get uncomfortable. They swab part
of your skin, and your...private parts. But you don't have to do the full exam
and can stop at any moment, you don't even have to do it all if you don't want
to. Alright?" You shook your head no as you clutched the blanket tighter around
you. "No, I'm doing it. If he thinks I'm just going to hide like a coward and
he'll get off free he clearly doesn't know that I'm a Stabler and I will not go
down without a fight. Let's go." He looked at you sort of conflicted on what to
say. He was glad that you chose what you chose but he didn't know if he
pressured you or if you were just putting up a strong front to hide how scared
you actually were. "Y/N, are you absolutely sure that's what you want? You know
you don't have to. It's alright if you choose not to go through with it."
"Dad, I said let's go." He pursed his lips and nodded in response. "Alright
then." On the way there Olivia had informed your dad that your mom was going to
be meeting the two of you there which kind of stressed you out. You had chosen
to stay with your dad for a reason, your relationship with your mom was not at
all great, it was messy. Your dad understood you in ways that your mom never
could. You would choose him over her anyday. Ever since their divorce the whole
relationship was edgy, they could barely go ten minutes without getting into an
argument, you just hoped that for one night they could get along.
******
Kathy ran through the hospital doors and up to Elliot who was standing at the
counter waiting for you to finish. "Elliot! How-how is she?"
"Oh she's great really great." Oh so this was how it was going to go, already
throwing punches. "I am not. In the mood tonight Elliot."
"Oh well maybe you would know how she was if you actually communicated with
her." Kathy's face immediately fell to a look of disbelief. She couldn't
believe he had the audacity to say that to her. "You know that she doesn't
communicate with me, you know how our relationship is." Elliot stood his ground
by stiffening his muscles, and raising his chest. To him this was never a good
excuse for any so called parent. "Do you hear yourself? You're the mother,
you're supposed to make an effort, not just give up on her! She's fifteen for
christ's sake! You sure as hell know how to make an effort with our other
children!" That was it, she had, had enough. Her purse fell to the ground as
she began pointing fingers at him. "Now you listen here."
"What?!"
"Um, Mr. Stabler?" He turned his head over to the doctor trying his best to act
strong for you. "Yes?"
"She's ready to go home, though I must inform you to have her take it easy for
the next week or so. She went through all of the exams without ever saying no
after we asked her if she wished to do the others. She did have some anal and
vaginal tearing but nothing too serious. We did put her on some pain medication
to alleviate, well, her pain, and they may make her drowsy. As far as the
tearing goes it should be cleared up within two to three weeks, like I said it
wasn't too bad. I also highly suggest you take her to get some type of
counseling. Living with a male figure may make her feel, uncomfortable and tiny
things could trigger her so counseling would help immensely. If you have any
questions just call my number."
"Thanks." He nodded in response as a nurse walked you out the door. "Daddy!"
You ran over to him and clutched him so hard, never wanting to let go. "Hey
baby. How are you feeling?"
"Mm' kinda tired, and in a little bit of pain. Can we go home?" He silently
nodded and settled his hand behind your back. "Your mom's here." Looking up,
partially teary eyed, you saw your mother. You could tell your father was not
pleased with her sudden appearance when you felt his arms tighten around you.
Your mother and you have had a lot of falling outs and she just never bothered
to try and fix things with you as much as she did your siblings, which bothered
you. It made you feel not good enough for her love, it made you overall feel
unwanted by her. "Hi Y/N." Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms
around your mom. It was a weird feeling for you, it surprised you that she was
even there, but maybe she did care.
******
When you arrived home with your father that's when you began to feel things
really fall apart. You rushed to your room, not wanting him to see you cry, but
of course he followed right after you.
"Honey?" His voice was gentle and so sincere but it really did not help you.
You felt the weight of him sit down on your bed, before you knew it his hand
was settled on your back. What you knew was a comforting motion you took as
something else by jerking away from his touch and backing away to the walk from
him. This just confirms that he knew you were putting up a strong front.
The look on his face when you did that broke you, into a million pieces. You
knew that your dad would never hurt you in any way, shape, or form but just
being alone in a room with a man even if he was your father was making you
uncomfortable. You didn't really know how to explain that to him because you
felt disgusted especially when images started to enter your mind that no one
would understand. "I think I'm gonna be sick." Within seconds you ran to the
trashcan in your room and spilled out the contents in your body. Elliot was
hesitant to go near you, afraid of making it worse. So instead he called Kathy,
feeling that he was useless and only making things worse in this situation. He
was upset, conflicted, and most of all pissed. He was pissed that some guy took
advantage of his little girl. His angel. He was supposed to protect you but
instead he let you down.
"Daddy..." The phone started to ring, but the sound of your exhausted voice
made him turn his head so fast. "Please don't make me go with mom, I like it
here with you...I just need some time to myself."
"Honey, you're clearly not comfortable being here right now, and that's
alright. I understand." You stood up from your position on the floor and ran to
your dad, hugging him tighter than ever. Right at that moment your mother had
answered the phone but you didn't know that. "Please don't make me leave you!
Please!" He inhaled a deep breath trying to figure out what the right thing was
to do. "Elliot, if she doesn't want to come over it's fine,
really......Elliot?" He closed his phone and wrapped his arms around you. "It's
alright, shhh, you don't have to go anywhere. Why don't you just lye down and
take it easy for the rest of the night, alright? We'll figure everything else
out in the morning. Okay?" You walked away from him and got into your bed, and
turned to face the wall. It was almost like you were in a catatonic state and
this was the one time your dad didn't know what to do, he was lost on how to
make you feel better.
When he shut the door to your bedroom he dialed Olivia's number, hoping for
some good news. "Elliot. We got him." He locked his jaw for just a moment as
his nose began to flare. "I'll be there in ten."
Of course he wasn't going to leave you there alone and Olivia sure as hell
wasn't going to leave Elliot alone with the guy, he'd probably kill him. He
ended up calling your mom to come and watch you while he was away. He told her
that you were knocked out from the pills and not to bother you. She felt like
she was babysitting you which she kind of was. She knew that if you were awake
you wouldn't want her there and would freak out, or atleast she had assumed
from what she heard you say over the phone.
****
He pushed open the doors with a little bit too much force which made Olivia
weary. She could always tell when something was about to go bad, especially
with Elliot. "Hey." When he wouldn't stop walking she grabbed his shoulder,
forcing him to turn around and face her. "What."
"Cut the attitude with me. I get this is a delicate and sensitive situation for
you but you gotta keep your cool."
"Oh, I'll keep my cool." He pushed open the door and what he saw he almost
couldn't believe. "Nathan."
His jaw twitched at the sight of him. In an instant he was ripping off the tie
that was around his neck and the next second he was grabbing the kid by his
shirt and slammed him down on the table. "Elliot!"
"I should have known. I should have known it was you."
"Hey, Mr. Stabler, how's it going?" He slammed him down on the table again and
that's when Olivia yelled again. "You can't hurt him! He's still a minor."
Elliot let go and slammed his fist down on the table. "Fuck!" Nathan was your
ex-boyfriend who your dad did not get along with at all. It was already bad
enough he was seventeen and you were fifteen. He was such a snob who acted like
everyone wanted him and he could get anyone he wanted. You had broken it off
with him because he tried to get you to do stuff you weren't ready for but that
backfired on you when he showed up at the party and forced you into the
bedroom. "Just listen to me you little wise ass, we swiped that bedroom inside
out. Your DNA was found all over the crime scene and I bet that when that rape
kit comes in it's going to have your name written all over it."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah that is so and let me tell you when they come back positive I can
guarantee you that you will be charged as an adult and you will rot in prison
for what you did to my little girl." Nathan leaned forward and looked Elliot
directly in the eyes, unphased by the vein popping out of your dad's head right
now. "Your daughter was a slut who was asking for it." That was it, that was
the snapping point. As soon as the other detectives heard the words come out of
his mouth they ran into the room pulling back Elliot who was screaming at the
kid. "You little shit! I will make your life a living hell! You fuck!"
*******
They ended up making him go home and let them handle it. He did not leave
willingly at all, it took several people to get him to leave and drive him
home.
*******
Walking through the door completely exhausted, he threw his tie on the couch
along with his coat. "How is she?"
"She's still sleeping? Are you okay you look a little pale." That really set
Elliot off. Was she joking right now? This had to be a joke. "No I'm not okay!
Our daughter was just raped and unlike you I'm actually trying to do something
about it because I actually give a damn and so should you!"
"Elliot I do care!"
"You clearly don't!" Before she could say something back they both heard you
screaming from your bedroom. He immediately ran into your room and saw that you
were screaming in your sleep. "Y/N!" He shook you until you woke up. Right away
you fell into his arms and continued crying. "It's not fair! It's not fair! He-
he-"
"I know, I know." His arms tensed around you. He himself was starting to lose
it, seeing you like this wrecked him. He wanted to cry himself and he didn't
try and stop the two tears that escaped from his eyes. "He's never going to
hurt you again, okay sweetheart? I won't let him." You continued to weep into
his arms. Gently he moved the two of you into a more comfortable position on
the bed. A few minutes later he noticed you were fast asleep and decided to
slowly and quietly get out of the bed and go get some sleep himself, try to
anyway.
******
When you awoke from your sleepy haze you stretched your arms over your head and
quickly sat up in your bed. Right away you regretted doing that when you felt a
stinging pain in your lower half that only stayed for a few seconds. "Ah!" You
took a minute before standing up and heading out the kitchen. The smell of
coffee brewing greeted your senses.
When you walked in the kitchen your dad was on the phone but the table was set
with all of your favorite breakfast foods. You sat down smiling, and grabbed a
piece of toast watching as your dad paced back and forth unknowing that you
were in the room.
"Elliot, the results came in. The semen is a direct match for Nathan. It's him.
We got him." He closed the book of evidence he was looking through and simply
said, "Let's take him to trial." That's when he noticed you, looking at him
perplexed. "Liv I gotta go." He hung up, placing his phone on the counter
before sitting down at the table across from you. He had to talk to you about a
few things. "Good morning?" You questioned him sort of confused on what he was
on the phone about. "Eh, um- we got the guy who- who took advantage of you." Oh
no. You didn't think they would find out this fast. You immediately stopped
chewing your food and dropped it on the plate. "Y/N why didn't you tell me it
was Nathan?" You felt yourself beginning to cave in on yourself. You knew
hiding information was a federal offense but you were too afraid to admit who
it was. "I-I was scared. I was scared he would come for me. You can't protect
me from everything dad." He didn't even have to think about what he was going
to say before he spoke the words, "I know that but I'll be damned if I won't
protect you from this." You let the words settle within you and didn't really
know what else to say. There was a short silence before your dad spoke on the
other matter. "Are you.....Are you going to testify?" Despite your fears and
concerns you couldn't stand being the reason why others got hurt from him.
"Hell yes I am going to testify. I'm not going to let him hurt other innocent
people." Your dad nodded and informed you that it may be pretty tough for you
to face Nathan in court but you didn't care. If you broke out in tears so be
it, at least you were going to allow your emotions to take over.
******
The past week your dad had been on the phone and talking about your case non-
stop. It was wonderful, really wonderful how much he was trying for you but it
really upset you that he was never himself or who he is when he's usually with
you. When he noticed you weren't smiling about the plan he asked, "What's
wrong? Why aren't you happy? This will put him away for sure!" All you did was
let out a depressed sigh and responded with, "I don't want detective Stabler
right now, I just want my dad." The words were like an electro-shock to the
heart. He has been so focused on your case and doing everything in his power to
gather as much evidence as he possibly could against Nathan. All the while
getting prepared for other cases too that he hasn't been emotionally there for
you which made him extremely upset with himself. He licked his lips before
heading over to sit near you. "You're right and I apologize for allowing my job
to take over. I'm just trying to protect you and care for you but I'm not
showing it the right way. Come here." In a relatively slow motion you walked
over to him and wrapped your arms around his fit torso. You had to admit you
never felt unsafe around your dad. He was always there.
*****
When you passed Nathan in court you wanted to throw up, you felt nauseous, and
unsteady like you were going to fall. Your father took notice in that and held
onto you tighter than ever. "Relax. Every thing will turn out alright, okay?"
His words weren't helping at all, it just made you more nervous because not
everything does turn out okay and he knew that just as much as you did. Bad
people get away with things everyday without punishment and it made a part of
you twitch inside from knowing how gullible the jury can be.
Of course Nathan pleaded not guilty but little did he know that your father had
all the evidence against him that he needed to put his ass behind bars.
When you went up to testify your father was very tense. He knew and could feel
that you were nervous which made him nervous. If you would have just listened
to your dad and not had gone to this party you wouldn't even be in this
position.
"Miss Stabler would you please describe to the jury your relationship with
Nathan and how the events of that night affected your life."
"Well I met Nathan September 9 of last year, we didn't really talk much until
these past few months. I had asked my father if I could attend this party my
best friend had invited me to and he said no, but in return of his good
insticts I disobeyed him and snuck out anyway...." Looking around the court
room you could feel yourself beginning to sweat underneath your clothes.
Nathan's eyes were locked onto you and they were never looking anywhere else.
"I-I- We were sitting on the couch and I left to use the restroom. When I came
back I had a few sips of my drink then within a few minutes I felt dizzy and
out of place like I wasn't really there." Out of the corner of your eye you saw
your father rub his forehead with his hand. This was clearly upsetting him but
you had to continue. "Nathan said he would take care of me and he took me up to
a bedroom. Within the next ten minutes my clothes were off of my body and I
kept on repeating that I wanted them back on and that I wanted to leave but he
didn't listen. His hands were like ice when they touched my thighs. He spread
open my legs and I couldn't fight back, the drug was just too strong. I kept
saying. 'Stop, please!' But he didn't listen....." Taking a minute you drew in
a deep breath, trying your best to maintain yourself. Meanwhile your father was
having some issues himself. He wanted to kill this kid for what he did to you,
he wanted him to pay for what he did. It disgusted him to even know that he
himself allowed him into his home once. "....He didn't....prep me or anything.
He violated the most private parts of my body, I felt used like I was some
piece of trash. Then when I finally thought it was over it wasn't. He forced me
on my hands and knees and entered in my.....behind. It was extremely painful
and-and-and.....He-made me say that I was his slave and that no one else would
want someone who was a used whore. He made me scared to even leave my own
house. He made me scared of my own father! He made me feel alone, and like-like
I was just some accessory that no one would ever want! I was raped twice and I
even have tearing and I have to go to counseling because everytime I close my
eyes!....Everytime I close my eyes I see his face...haunting my every
move....It's terrifyingly real." The person asking you questions was taking the
tears streaming down your face into consideration before looking back at your
dad, also seeing his own single tear run down his eye. She then decided that
you have had enough. "Thank you. That's all your honor." The next person to be
called up to the stand was Nathan. You looked back at your dad for reassurance.
He smiled at you delicately, and gave you a nod to show how well you were
doing. "Nathan, can you please describe the events from your stand point." He
nodded and you could tell right away that he was going to play the innocent
card. "Y/N and I were simply just conversating among each other and before I
knew it her hand was on my thigh, she made the first move and asked me if I
wanted to go upstairs. She must have had a few drinks or something because she
was just stumbling all over." That's it, he just messed up and everyone knew it
except for him, he was going to continue talking until he was stopped by the
woman questioning him. "So she seemed intoxicated is what you're saying?"
Nathan nodded. "Yes." The lady who was defending you held back a smirk. "Well
Nathan, that's where you are wrong. When the police got to the scene of the
crime they made her take a breathalyzer test, and walk a straight line test.
She passed with flying colors, she had an alcohol intake of zero. You really
think the daughter of a highly respected detective is going to waste her life
by drinking?" Nathan was speechless, he didn't know what to say. "Um-well she
had to have taken something."
"The only thing that was in her system was a date rape drug that you slipped
into her non-alcoholic drink when she went to use the restroom. Your handprints
were all over the cup and your very own DNA was an exact match to the seminal
fluid that was inserted into Y/N after you raped her." Something just snapped
in Nathan and that was when you knew that you had it, you would get the
upperhand. Nathan stood up from his chair and began screaming in the court.
"That bitch deserved it! Always flaunting herself, acting like she was higher
than everyone else! She's a whore who deserves nothing but a life full of
misery!" The judge motioned for someone to remove him temporarily. "I will now
grant the jury to discuss what the outcome will be. We will meet back on May
first. Court dismissed."
*****
When you walked out of the doors and saw your dad, a bright smile was on his
face. He was so proud of how you did. "There's my girl!" You ran over to him
snd wrapped your arms around him, you've never felt so relieved to see him.
"How did I do?" His hands settled upon your shoulders excitedly. "You did so
well! You were great in there!"
*******
The day had been so exhaustingly long and you were completely tired out.
Slumping out of your jacket and tossing it on the couch, you fell down onto one
of the sofa pillows. "Ughhh, I can't wait for this to be over." Your dad lifted
one eyebrow over at you before hanging his jacket up. He was ready for this to
be over to, even more than you could ever know and understand. Just the thought
of this kid getting off free made his blood boil inside but he knew deep down
that all that was able to be done was too wait it out and see what happens in
court.
********
Weeks had gone by until the jury finally made a decision.
Arriving back in court you felt empowered for some reason, maybe it was a good
sign.
When everyone took their positions, the judge granted the jury to speak of
their conclusions. As the words came out of the man's mouth you felt yourself
becoming tearful. It was the most pure word that sent you over the edge. As
soon as it was said you crashed down but your dad caught you. In his strong,
welcoming arms. "The defendant will spend three years in jail, bail is set at
fifteen thousand, and he will be eligible for parole in February of 2020. Court
dismissed." Though your dad did wish for a much longer sentence he could settle
for now. He was just glad that the bastard got put away. It was over now. All
over.
***** Miscarriage *****
Chapter Summary
     You go through a miscarriage that nearly turns your life upside down
     but your father is there to make sure that you do not fall into a pit
     of sadness and despair while he himself is trying to keep himself
     together.
Chapter Notes
     I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long I have been super busy!!
     Hope you enjoy this!!
     -Have a request just comment it and I will most likely do it.
     -Requests only for Elliot Stabler x Daughter!Reader
Miscarriage. It's just a word until it
actually happens to you.
The rain poured outside of your house as you were sat on the couch, writing
down in a notebook possible names for your baby. It was really an exciting
process for you. Unfortunately your now ex boyfriend wanted nothing to do with
the baby but you knew that you could handle it without him. You were a strong
independent woman who could take care of your child without a man. Then again
though, you did have your dad who was undoubtedly going to help you as much as
he could. He's already expressed his disapproval in the guy abandoning you and
has even went to his house to try and talk some sense into him because he was
extremely pissed off. He wanted you to have support other than him and some of
your friends but, things don't work out sometimes and you were okay with
accepting that.
You were due in one month. The gender is a girl, and quite frankly you were
very happy with that.
At that moment your dad walked through the door and sighed in exhaustion,
clearly tired. "Long day?"
"You have no idea." He through his keys down on the table before hanging up his
jacket and joining you on the couch. "What are you doing?"
"Writing out some names that I like. Have any ideas?" He contemplated in his
mind some names that he thought would be good and without looking at your list
he said the first name that was on there, "Sarah." You guessed it was true,
great minds think a like. He looked to you for a response and what he got was
your hand scooting the list over to him. When he saw he smiled softly. "I guess
it's settled then?" You nodded and clapped your hands excitedly. "This is going
to seem random but I really have to pee." You laughed as your dad stated in
short term, T.M.I. As you ran off to the bathroom your dad continued to look at
the list of other names that were written down. When you were finishing up in
the bathroom, you noticed a pain in your stomach, it sort of felt like your
period at first but that was impossible. When you brought the toilet paper up
you had noticed the blood on it. Every ounce of you was fighting back the urge
to look down in your underwear but you knew you had to. Once you did you saw
that it was covered in blood. Fright took over your body completely, you didn't
know what was happening or what to do but what you did know was that blood was
never a good sign.
Meanwhile in the living room, Elliot had finished looking through the list and
when he sat the notebook back on the table, out of the corner of his eye he saw
redness. Looking down at where you were sitting, he saw the stained blood-red
color on the couch. He tensed up, fully knowing what that meant. "Oh no." Right
away he went into protective mode and got up from the couch, walking over to
the bathroom, knocking on the door slightly. "Y/N...are you-" At that moment
you opened the door and met your father's concerned face. "Something's wrong."
********
Once they had gotten you situated in the hospital and booked into a room they
had a doctor come into your room to explain what was going on. When the words
"Still born", came out of the doctor's mouth your world went dark. It was like
every hope, every dream that you ever had, died. "I didn't do anything
wrong....I didn't do anything wrong!"
"I know sweetheart." Your father held you in his arms in the hospital bed,
doing everything he possibly could to comfort you. As much as you protested
with the doctors they had to make your dad wait outside, it was 'standard
procedure'. Well you thought that they could take there so called "standard
procedure" and shove it up there ass. "No! I want him in here with me!"
"Miss, we really can't allow that. I understand your frustration but it's
hospital policy." You let out a frustrated growl and slammed your head back on
the pillow. The tears continued to slip out from between your eyelids as they
were beginning to prep you.
Your own father who was supposed to be this strong, supportive person of you
couldn't even handle it. As he was pushed out of the room by the doctors and
nurses he slumped against the wall in the hallway and stared down at his shoes,
trying to think of what he should be doing right now, but it was all too much.
Everything was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to be meeting his little
grand daughter in a month but she was taken away from him. A part of him broke
inside and right at that moment everything was just washing over him and he
couldn't handle it. All the pictures he'd taken of you every month, documenting
how big you got. The look on your face when you found out the gender. It was
all too much and before he could stop it, tears were spilling from his eyes and
he was falling down to the floor, crying his eyes out in the hospital. People
watched from afar, some women held their chests by just seeing the emotional
scene unfold right in front of their eyes. When Olivia walked in she saw Elliot
slouched down on the floor with his head in his hands. "Elliot? Elliot?!" She
knew at that moment that something was terribly wrong. He never cried unless
something really, really bad happened. She ran over to him, settling her hands
comfortingly around his shoulders. "What happened?"
"Y/N lost the baby...She's gone Liv, she's just gone!" Elliot began to cry even
harder into his hands, unable of calming himself down. His breaths became even
more uneven almost as if he was going to have a panic attack.
*******
You were screaming nearly at the top of your lungs as the doctors operated a C-
Section on you. There was a side nurse they had next to you for support but
that pissed you off and made you upset even more. A side nurse could be next to
you but not your dad, that makes sense. Why did this happen? Why you? Over all
why weren't they letting your dad in there, all you wanted was him right now.
The only man who had ever cared for you and loved you endlessly was being
forced to wait in the hallway. It was killing him as much as it was killing
you.
****
Walking out of the room, you could still feel the tears drying against your
face. Pain was just a word, no one understood it unless they were going through
it. There were different types of pain and it was unfortunate that not everyone
could understand the pain you felt at this very moment. You couldn't even look
up at your father who was standing there, waiting for you, you felt that you
failed him and everyone else.
His arms took you in a reassuring strong hold. He knew that you didn't like to
cry in front of people but you couldn't stop the tears that began to escape
your eyes once more. "Can we go home?" He nodded, knitting his eyebrows
together in sympathy. When he spoke his voice sounded as if he had just gotten
done crying, much like you. It was raspy, uneven, and it seemed like he was
holding himself back from breaking down in front of you. It absolutely killed
you. "Of course baby, c'mon." His arm wrapped around your shoulders, while his
hand rubbed soothingly up and down your arm. It was now time to go home, and
see everything that once could have been.
*****
Pulling into the driveway, your dad stopped the car as he saw you contemplating
whether or not you were ready to actually face reality. "Just, give me a
minute." He wasn't going to lie to you and say he knew how you felt, instead
you felt his father like hand set on top of yours. When your blotched eyes met
his, he looked at you very seriously but at the same time loving. "I'm here.
Okay? You're not going in there alone because I will always be by your side
through thick and thin. Nothing is ever going to change that." Nodding, you got
out of the car, still in a little bit of pain, well a little bit was an
understatement. Your dad meeted you right at your side and helped walk you up
the porch steps before approaching the wooden door and twisting the knob.
The presence of the existing baby things that were just in the other room were
already making you feel out of place. "I-I don't know if I can do this. I don't
know if I want to ever do this." The two of you stood in front of the door that
was a nursery for your once baby girl. "Just throw it all alway when I'm not
here, I don't want to see it." When you began to pull away from your father's
touch and walk to your room, he sighed fully knowing that this was unhealthy
for you. "Y/N, you're going to have face it some time. Putting it off is just
going to make every thing worse and-" You slammed your door, not wanting to
hear it. Elliot was at a point in his life as a parent where he was unsure of
what to do, so he decided to give you some space and see how things pan out or
if anything changes when you come out of your room.
***
Your hands clutched to the comforting blankets that were surrounding your body.
To you, this was embarrassing, and made you look like a bad mother. You
couldn't even carry your own child without killing her and no one was going to
understand that. They would all say, "It's not you fault" or "There was nothing
you could have done to prevent this" but they were wrong. The most influential,
highly intelligent doctor in the world could tell you these things and you
still wouldn't believe him or her. It was just a lie to protect you from the
truth.
When you finally came out of your room, you walked past the nursery's door
which was now open, not even looking inside it. It was obvious your dad was
trying to get you to face reality but you didn't need to. He just needs to
learn to respect that and let you continue living your life the way you wish.
When you walked into the kitchen your dad was seated at the table going through
some files probably from a case. "Well hey there sleepy head." Grabbing a
glass, from the cupboard, you set it on the counter carefully before slamming
the cupboard hard, making your father turn his head right away, startled. "Hey!
What the hell was that?!"
"I told you to leave it alone! God, why don't you listen to me?!" He stood up
from the table, clearly not impressed by the sudden aggressiveness and tone in
your voice. "I am trying to help you! I get that you just lost your child, but
there is no excuse for your attitude and quite frankly, I don't believe you
have the right to be barking orders at me. I'm your father and whether you like
it or not whatever your feeling right now is only going to get worse if you
don't go in that room and I am not, throwing any of that stuff away until you
go in there." His tone was very stern and you could tell that he wasn't going
to let this go. Shaking your head, you grabbed your glass that was now filled
with water and walked back to your room. "Whatever dad."
******
Weeks went by where you didn't speak a word to anybody. Your father was getting
worried and you could tell but all you saw was darkness surrounding you.
"Where are we?" Elliot put the car in park, letting out sigh fully knowing that
you weren't going to take this well. "Y/N...the way you're coping with this,
it's not healthy. You need to talk to someone who isn't me or your mom or a
friend. You're my daughter and I want you to be happy and healthy again. I want
to see you smile and talk about things that I still probably will never
understand." How could he do this to you, just drop you off at some shrink,
without even talking to you about it first. "Really? Because I thought our
relationship was different, I thought we talked to each other about things
before making me do something I don't want to do." Fully knowing that your dad
wasn't going to just take you back home without even trying this out, you got
out of the car and slammed your door shut before walking in and signing in.
Elliot watched you walk away and took the keys out of his car before tossing
his hands up in the air. "Great. This should go well."
*****
Elliot was currently waiting in the waiting room as you were talking to a
counselor. He was unsure of how this was going to go but he knew that this was
best for you.
Sitting in a chair, you twiddled your thumbs as the woman was writing down
notes of things you have previously said. "So, have you gone in the room yet?"
You shook your head no. "I don't see why I really need to. It won't change
anything." That's when it clicked. The lady leaned back in her chair folding
her leg on top of the other. "Well Y/N, while that may be true, it doesn't mean
that it won't change your feelings." Tilting your head, you looked at her
confused. "I'm sorry I don't follow?"
"You have pent up emotions that you have put behind a wall to try and avoid
reality. Going in that room will help you relieve those emotions and help you
clear your mind of any conflicted thoughts. For instance, if you don't go in
there things will only become worse, and you'll eventually if not alread, begin
to think that you will never be able to carry a child while that is just not
true. Still-born's happen all the time, there was nothing you could have done
to prepare for it and there is nothing you could have done to cause it. Loss is
just a part of life, and it's a very important part that you have to face to
become more settle with the idea that someone or something is now gone." You
were frozen in your chair, was this happening. Did she get through to you?
Maybe she was right, as was your father. If people never face there fears or
face reality they may never know how to get through a tough time and get up and
try again. Your father was right, like he always was. This session definitely
helped and you were definitely going to come back. "Well I believe our time is
up. Take my words into consideration?" You nodded, shaking her hand while
giving her an appreciative smile. "I will, thank you. See you next week?" She
nodded as you walked out of the door.
When you walked out of the room your father stood up, and every doubt in his
body just completely faded when he noticed a very, very tiny, but still
noticeable smile. "How'd it-" Before he could even finish his sentence you
embraced him with your arms, hugging him so tight. "Thank you, I- I want to go
home."
********
The car ride was silent but it wasn't filled with the sad, gloomy, negative
energy like it was last time. It was more like a hopeful silence. When you
pulled into the driveway once more, you looked over to your dad, eyebrows
slightly raised. "I'm ready. Well as ready as I'll ever be, but....I want to do
this alone." You could tell that your dad was a little weary about this now. He
wanted you to do this and face everything but he didn't want you to feel alone
in it all. "Y/N I really don't-"
"Dad, I will be okay. I know that you're here for me and I know you support me
but this is something I need to do alone." He studied the way your facial
expressions. Your eyebrows were relaxed, eyes were not wandering around, lips
weren't shaking. He felt your hand settle upon his in a comforting motion. "I
will be okay." He nodded forth, and you then got out of the car and walked into
the house. There you stood in front of that white door once more. Everything
behind it had a meaning, an important existence. Twisting the nob slowly, you
opened it and placed your foot inside the room.
*****
Elliot waited in the kitchen. He knew that these things take time but he was
ready to be there for you if you needed him once you were done. In his eyes you
were still his little girl who needed protected at all costs but he knew that
this was where he failed. He couldn't protect you from some of the things that
life throws your way. Not everything would be rainbow and butterflies, and he
knew that, it was just hard for him to comprehend that this was actually
happening, maybe he himself needed to go into that room.
******
Your finger traced the outline of the barrier of the wooden crib that was
painted white. Everything seemed so fragile and delicate now that you were
facing the loss of your child. It made you realize how tentative and valuable
life really is. It wasn't something that was easy to just fly through and be
happy the entire time. The rain pattering against the windows with slight
rumbles of thunder were the only sounds that greeted you and kept you company
in the room that was soon to be empty. Your hands found their way to the soft
pink baby blanket that was given to you by your mom. She had told you that it
was the one she used for you when you were a baby. You could remember just
throwing a fit whenever you were unable to find it or you were without it for a
certain amount of time. It made you giggle slightly at the nostalgic memory.
Sitting down in white, cushioned chair in the corner, you watched the raindrops
dance around in a silent silhouette. The sight was breathtaking. Another
thought then ran through your mind. You remembered when you were little, before
your parents were divorced you had this terrible fear of thunderstorms. They
would always having you flying to who ever was closest, your mom or your dad.
It was usually your mom since your dad worked all the time. Your parents got a
divorce back when you were eight, it didn't really effect you as much as it did
your siblings. They had gotten shared custody of the six of you but, neither of
them forced you to choose where to live. They knew that whoever you did go with
didn't mean that you loved the other any less. If anything their divorce
strengthened you. A lot of people look down at the subject and think it's
selfish or that the couple just gave up and didn't fight for it but that was
just untrue in some relationships like your parents. They were married for
several years but the thing that broke them apart was not just the constant
arguing that started when you were a child. The other issue was the job
situation. Sometimes there were cases that just stuck to your dad and he had a
hard time getting over and your mom couldn't deal with it, she didn't want it
in the house even though she knew that he was just trying to keep everyone safe
and you admired him for that in ways that she never would. You ended being the
only one choosing to stay with your dad but you were okay with that and he was
too. Every few weeks you would go to your mom's and visit your other siblings,
and they would come over to your dad's house and visit you and him. It was
nice, at least you thought so anyway. Unlike a lot of kids you appreciated how
protective your dad was of you and how he always checks on your grades, goes to
parent-teacher conferences, checks your phone and takes your phone away when
you do something bad or stupid. You knew that there were many kids in the world
who didn't have a dad like that and always wish that they have had that strong
male figure in their life. Seeing your dad being a single-parent always made
you realize that as much as it was tough, it wasn't impossible. Maybe that's
why it never bothered you that your ex didn't want to be involved in the
situation, well it doesn't really matter now. Unknowingly your hand was rubbing
your un-pregnant tummy. Maybe it was for the best but that was hard to accept
that she was taken away from you. As much as you thought it to be unfair, you
have always known the saying "Everything happens for a reason" and you truly
did believe that. It's not always good but it's not always bad either. That's
the part that you were stuck on, you didn't know the reason as to why your
little angel was taken away from you before you could even meet her and raise
her. A tear slipped past your eyelids and that's when you let yourself weep
into a small stuffed animal as you stayed seated in the chair.
********
Around 30-35 minutes later, you walked out of the room, closing the door
slightly. When your turned around you saw your dad who was seated on the sofa,
staring back at you. His face was slightly red ad if he had been crying. He
looked distressed but he didn't want to show it. He stood up from his seat and
walked over to you, unsure of what to say. Unexpectedly he felt your arms wrap
around him. He always took care of you but sometimes he needed taken care of
too. "It's okay. I'm okay....and she's okay too." He told himself he wasn't
going to cry in front of you but he couldn't stop the tears from peaking out,
and sliding down his cheeks. "I love you dad and she would have too." His hands
tensed around you like he was never ever going to let go. Maybe it was true
that people don't know what they have until itms gone but he was sure that he
was very blessed to have you in his arms right now. His voice was shaky when he
spoke, "I am so lucky to have you, I-I-I can't imagine what my life would be
like without you in it." You nodded into his chest just letting him release
himself.
*****
Telling your mother about this was a whole nother story. She was very
apologetic that she wasn't there for you as much as she should have been but
you promised her that it was okay and that you were healing from this horrible
loss. You continued on going to counseling, and you were grateful and thankful
of your father's praise and how he told you how well you were improving every
week.
*****
The day has gone on so long and you were completely slumped as was your dad
after a very long and hard case has just ended in a good way. It was such a
relief to him and also you because seeing your dad stressed made you stressed
and worried about his well-being but he always said he was handling and that he
was fine.
The night ended with the two of you passed out in the living room watching some
comedy on the tv.
For once in quite awhile you had gotten a full, peaceful night of sleep. You
dreamt of her as a toddler, sitting in bright green grass, playing with berries
having the time of her life. Your mom and dad were also there along with your
siblings, everyone was happy and getting along. Your little girl was being
adored by all the ones who loved her including you, she was happy, and smiling
with big, bright, beautiful smile. She was loved and would forever be in your
mind.
***** Home. *****
Chapter Summary
     Elliot's daughter comes home from the marines.
Chapter Notes
     Requested by anon on tumblr.
The sun filled the sky as the morning was at it’s finest. The air was a
comfortable temperature, not too hot and not too cold. Today was the day that
you were going back home to see your father in New York. He had absolutely no
idea, the only person who knew about this was Olivia and she had promised to
keep it a secret. The plan was to have him distracted by a case while being
caught up in a conversation with the Captain. Currently you were getting off a
plane with your suitcase, going to meet one of your friends who was driving you
to the station. In all honesty, you were so excited. You knew that Elliot was
not easy to surprise, but this was definitely going to be epic. “Y/N!” That
loud voice that you would know from anywhere brought you out of your thoughts,
sending a big smile across your face before you were running over to embrace
your best friend. Within ten minutes you were on your way to meet your father
who you had missed very deeply and loved with all your heart. On the way there
Olivia had texted to let you know what kind of case your dad was working
currently and how stressed he was. 
This was perfect because that way you showing up would relieve some of that
stress. You and your father were always close, shared practically every thing
with one another. Ever since you were little you made this pact to never hide
things from each other, no matter what it was. Gosh you could remember now the
first time your brought a guy home, he basically scared the living shit out of
him by not only being a detective and also mentioning that he was a marine, but
also in the fact that he low-key interrogated him, and doing a full background
check on the guy before he two of you went on your date, that night you swore
that he was terrible, and over-protective but now you laugh and thank him for
it because they guy was currently sitting in prison for murder. That taught you
that half the time a father’s instincts about a boy are right. Olivia saw the
car pull up in the driveway and gave the Captain a look, signaling to start a
side conversation about the case. “Elliot a word.” Standing up from his seat,
he walked over to him, rubbing at his head from all the complications of this
case. Right away he was indulged and listening intently on what information was
being said to him. Getting out of the car, and walking toward the door, you
slowly set your hand on the handle and opened the door slightly at first. This
was it, you couldn’t wait to see him, it’s been so long. Olivia greeted you at
the door, not hugging you just yet as she knew the only person you wanted to
hug in that room was your father. 
Walking quietly,  you moved behind him and stood there as Olivia shouted his
name. As soon as he turned around he completely stopped in his tracks, not
taking a step further. His crystal blue eyes locked to yours. To him, every
thing in the world just froze and he was looking directly into the brightest
light in his life that always kept him going. His eyebrows etched together
slightly as his lips drew apart slightly, within seconds he was pulling you
into a firm, tight hug, never planning on letting you go. Unable to stop the
tear from rushing out, you lowly whispered into his ear, “Hi dad.” His mind
involuntarily went back to the time when you first came to him and told him
about your decision. 
Elliot was seated on the couch, looking through files not being able to get the
case that he was currently working on off of his mind but there was only so
little time that you had to tell him. After all you were leaving in a month.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He pushed the files to the side and stood up from his seat,
about to embrace you in a hug before realizing something was off. “Every thing
okay?” “Dad, I need to talk to you.” He nodded as you led him back to the
couch, sitting beside him and taking his hands in yours as a subtle gesture. He
looked at you wearily, not quite sure what was about to be said. “I um- I
signed up for the army…” Immediately he looked stunned, due to the fact that
you’ve never talked to him about it or brought it up when he talked about his
time as a marine. “Well, honey that’s-” “Let me finish. I- I’ve been thinking
about it for awhile and the only reason why I didn’t mention it was because I
wanted to surprise you, but now I’m not so sure and I know there’s no turning
back now and all but I just want your support and-” “Shh…” He quieted your
rambling by pulling you into a gentle, loving hug. “It’s well- it’s definitely
a lot to take in…but I’ll always support you no matter what you do, as long as
it’s for a good cause which this clearly is.” You giggled softly, making your
father smile. “…So, when do you leave?” Oh great, this was the hard part. He
felt your hands stiffen in his out of pure nervousness, but that was expected.
Taking a deep breath, you announced that you would be leaving in exactly twenty
days.
Coming out of his train of thought, he released you, and held your face in his
firm but loving hands, looking you deep in your eyes. His baby was back, you
were back, it has been so long nearly three years but now you were home. Elliot
felt his eyes begin to water as a single tear slipped out and slowly rolled
down his cheek. “Dad..” You smiled and giggled slightly, the type of giggle
that reminded him of when you were little. Soon enough you were also crying,
wiping at the tears from your eyes. “I’m just- glad your back.” He also wiped
at the tear, trying to keep his strong, manly appearance in front of his co-
workers. He turned to the captain, one hand still settled on your upper arm.
“Captain do you-” “Just take the rest of the day off Elliot. Go home and
relax.” Elliot nodded, smiling and turning around, placing his arm over your
shoulders, pulling you closer to his side but before the two of you could get
too far, the Captain said, “I mean it.” Elliot laughed, everyone in that unit
knew him so well and how he wasn’t one to let a case escape from his head no
matter what. That was one of the things you admired about your dad the most,
his dedication to his job and the people of New York. Sure it sometimes made
you irritated as a child but you always respected him and how he stayed
professional during his job but acted like a dad when he was with you, although
he did have his over-protective moments but that just showed how much he cared
for you even more. He ended up taking you out to lunch before going to see a
movie. No matter how long you were away none of his memories of you were
erased. He remembered your favorite restaurant that you loved so very dearly
and the way you liked your food cooked, the tiny things. When pulling into the
driveway of your true home, Elliot grabbed your bags for you, ignoring how much
you insisted on taking one of them. When he unlocked the door and you went
inside the familiar scent of home filled your senses, comforting you and making
you feel at ease all the more. Plopping down onto the couch, you wiggled your
butt a little bit before falling down onto the soft cushions, kicking your feet
up in the air like the child at heart that you were. “I take it your glad to be
back?” You dad smiled and laughed slightly as you brought yourself back up with
a beaming smile of your own. “You have no idea.” Something caught your eye,
upon the table you saw a picture of the day you were leaving. Your father was
holding you in his arms, head resting on top of yours, trying to hold himself
together.
 "Dad I have to go.“ Reluctantly he sighed, realizing that he had to let go of
his little girl. "Alright- alright. Come here.” He pulled you into hid arms,
kissing your temple gently as tears streamed down his face. He really didn’t
realize how emotional this was going to be. His arms were wrapped around,
holding onto you as tight as possible. 

“Dad?” He hummed in response, urging you to go on as he set your bags by the
stairs. “How’d you get this picture?” He saw what one you were referring to and
smiled at the memory. “Ha, your mom took it, I had no idea until she sent it
but I’m grateful that she did.” You nodded before there was a long silence. In
all honesty you were pretty tired from the trip and just wanted to rest up a
bit. “Well I think I’ll go cook us some dinner, okay?” You nodded in response
before laying your head down onto the couch, slowly drifting off into sleep. 
About a half-hour later, he had finished up and when he went to go get you he
noticed that you were fast asleep, looking content as ever on the couch. He
decided to leave you be and just put your plate in the fridge. Grabbing a
blanket, he covered you with it before going back to the files since he now
knew that you were home and safe with him, setting him at ease.
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