''Olivia And Barba Really Are Like Best Friends"- MH

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''Olivia and Barba really are like best friends"- MH

"I came here talk to my friend"- RB

THE WEST WING 2.16 – “Somebody’s Going to Emergency, Somebody’s Going to Jail”

Elliot is forced undercover and he's less than pleased about the whole thing.

you’re eli stabler and it’s your first jv soccer game in the city and your dad is in the wind and maureen and katie can’t come and you didn’t tell dick you’re playing bc he makes you nervous so you also couldn’t tell liz and low key (a lot) you just miss your mom because she never even cared how you did she just clapped every time you kicked the ball and had a big smile and two thumbs up waiting for you if you looked to the sidelines but olivia who took you to nike and got you cleats and called noah’s pediatrician so you could get a physical in time to join the team is there in a folding chair with a thermos and a ponytail yelling BAD CALL REF as noah does cartwheels behind her in what appear to be a pair of striped leggings

Nightmare

Her mouth was taped shut and her hands her handcuffed. Lewis was standing over her with a wild look in his eyes. She tried to scream but the tape prevented her from making any sound above a whimper.

This was it, he was going to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Mom! Mom, wake up!”

Olivia was slowly pulled back to reality. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she was covered in a cold sweat.

“Mom!”

Her eyes focused on Noah standing in front of her clutching Eddie to his chest. Tears were in his eyes and he look scared.

“Hey,” she sat up, “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

“You were yelling,” his voice broke on the last syllable.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. It was just a bad dream.”

She reached for him and hoped he didn’t notice her hands shaking. He climbed onto the bed and curled in her lap. She held tight to him reminding herself that she was home and that Lewis was dead. She was scared to close her eyes again, those images were so fresh and she knew she wasn’t going to sleep any more that night. She focused on her breathing and her son in her arms.

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

It was as much for her as it was for him.

“Will it help you feel better?” he asked.

She couldn’t stop the small smile that came across her lips.

“Yes, it will help me feel much better.”

He crawled off her lap onto the other side of the bed.

“Do you want Eddie? He always helps me feel better after a bad dream.”

Her heart melted at the sincerity in his voice.

“You keep him. I have you to help me feel better.”

She pulled the covers around his shoulders has he snuggled in next to her.

“I love you mom.”

“I love you too sweet boy.”