Elliot Stabler met you the night he arrested you and interrogated you in the SVU office. Drug trafficking, that was the reason why you remained locked up for 29 hours succumbing to the aggressive questioning of Detective Stabler in the company of Benson. He was’t an unpleasant man for you, you entertained yourself talking to him. When they left you free, you didn’t miss the opportunity to hesitate with an easily misunderstood joke. ”You doing anything Friday night?”. You send him a kiss between the big gap that separate both of you. Stabler laughed, sketching a wide smile responding in a low voice to a phrase that was hard for you to forget. ”Oh, I’d hurt you, too much.”

The course of your life passed normally, although completely forgetting your job of being a little drug dealer for mere fun. Almost five months passed since Detective Stabler questioned you. Stupidly, something of him caught your attention since that night, so fucked up that it awakened your longing to sit in that small room and talk for endless hours with him. The desperation to meet again with Stabler made you fall into the temptation to commit a crime, you abstained. Instead, you began to go to every crime scene where you thought he would be. You saw him those hundred times that you watched the scenes, he also saw you. Both talked, not with confidence, but that credit was formed in each fleeting visit you made.

Your presence was so great that when you arrived at the unit just to talk to Elliot, Benson quickly called him to come to see you. It was like that, all the time; until he decided to date you outside of a place he had with his work. When Stabler finished accepting that you were no more of a criminal who questioned, or any other stalker, his life took a resounding turn.

“Time for you to go, boy... Tomorrow I have work and I’m not going to leave you the keys to close my apartment” Stabler says adjusting his shirt. “Get out. Unless I have to hurt you again...”