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Elliot hummed to himself softly as he felt a soft pressure on his arm.
He looked down, smiling as he saw the words 'What do you do for a job?' written across his forearm in his soulmate's neat cursive handwriting.
Elliot picked up his pen and on his opposite arm, his left, after some deliberation, he scrawled a small image of a police badge.
A few moments later small words were being written beneath the first ones.
'You're a cop?'.
Elliot smiled, endeared, and he almost wanted to slap himself for being head over heels in love with someone he didn't even know face to face.
'Yeah, but I go by Detective.'
George paused for a long second, running over every Detective he knew. The Detective comment threw him off because his soulmate had previously mentioned being in New York, so George was beginning to wonder if there was any way he already knew his soulmate...but Elliot never once crossed his mind.
George looked down as more words began to appear on his arm in his soulmate's bold, slanted handwriting.
'Well that's not fair, what's your job?'
George debated what to say, not wanting to seem like he was trying to one-up his soulmate, or even seem like he was lying to them.
So eventually, he just wrote: 'I'm a psychiatrist.'.
You could see the moment Elliot's heart stopped.
A mental debate ensued, as George flashed to the forefront of Elliot's mind. It was irrational, because how many psychiatrists were in New York? Exactly.
But even still, Elliot was a bit...scared, maybe. Because no way, no way that condescending weasel (that he’d been in love with since Matthew Brodus but we don’t talk about that) was his soulmate. Had he ever...had he ever asked his soulmate's gender? He'd always assumed they were a woman.
Before he could put much thought into it, Elliot found himself writing: ‘Just a psychiatrist? Nothing else?'
The response was so fast Elliot's pen was still hovering over his arm.
'It's really not that important.'
Elliot huffed softly, rolling his eyes despite himself.
'Come on, it can't be that bad.'
George weighed his options for a good minute. On one hand, he could come right out and say it BUT run the risk of his soulmate not believing him. OR, he could lie, but then he'd have to come clean when they finally met and his soulmate's first face to face impression of him would be that he was a liar. So he settled on a grey middle ground.
'I'm higher than a cop, and that's all i'm saying.'
Elliot sucked in a sharp breath because dammit, George was a fucking FBI agent. So, steeling himself, Elliot replied: 'This is a little farfetched but, FBI agent?'.
The response was immediate.
'Yes, actually!'
Elliot felt lightheaded for a second because this isn't happening I swear to fuck i'm straight. He hurriedly wrote another sentence, his letters slanting harshly.
'What is your name?'
George had to tilt his head a bit to read the frantically written words.
His pen hovered over his arm for a long moment, but when he finally wrote, it said: 'My initials are G.H.'
Elliot slammed his pen down on his desk and Olivia almost leapt out of her skin, her head jerking up to look at him.
'Are you okay?' She asked, a bit worried about what his soulmate could be saying to him to make him have that sort of reaction.
Elliot shook his head, his teeth grit together.
'Later.' Was all he said.
That pressure on his arm again.
He looked down to see the new question.
'What are your's?'
George's breath hitched as he read his soulmate's response.
'E.S'
Hell must've froze over, because he'd sworn that would happen before his long-time crush Elliot Stabler was his soulmate.
However, he didn't have much time to dwell on his shock as he saw words crossing his arm.
'What's your best friend's name?'
It was a last ditch attempt at another answer. Elliot knew that Alex and George were best friends and-
'Alex Cabot.'
fuck.
Elliot stared at his desk in shock for a good ten minutes, only being jolted out of this state when he realized he needed help.
Olivia.
Elliot looked up but found her chair empty. He turned in his chair to Fin.
'Where did ‘Liv go?' He asked.
Fin looked up and then nodded at George's door.
Once again, fuck.
Elliot stood and dutifully moved to the door.
He took a deep breath and then pushed it open, rapping his knuckles lightly on the door's frame.
Both George and Olivia looked up, however Elliot locked eyes with George for a straight 5 seconds. And then George's gaze shifted to his forearm. His eyes widened as he saw the police badge, the slowly fading words.
Slowly, he stood up, and Elliot met him by his desk while Olivia looked on in amazement.
They held each other's gaze for a long moment, trying to evaluate that their soulmate had been under the same roof for years.
And then George leaned into him and they hugged each other tightly, taking in the other's presence and reevaluating their impressions and thoughts on the other person.
It was nice.
And they were calm in each other's arms...if you could even believe it...
They were happy.