A/N: Okay, here's another story by the one and only, Kristen! And yes the Kristen in the story is me okay? I just like to put myself in them ok? Geez!

Dickie's POV

It's conference time again at school. Parent's come and talk to their kid's teachers, most get mad for bad grades. I, for one, actually like conferences. It's fun to have other people tell your parents how great you are. But if you have really bad grades, conference time sucks! But conferences aren't the reason I get good grades. I kinda have to if I want to be on the basketball team and if I want to live because if I don't, my dad kinda freaks out. We're on our way to conferences right now. Lizzie had hers already and Mom went with her. Her conference was probably awesome. Mine might be, but my gym teacher, Ms. Weber, wants to talk to my dad. I have no clue what it could be about because I participate in gym and I always dress for it so there is no reason for this conference. But, we'll see what happens.

The conference with my advisor goes pretty well. He said I was an excellent student and very respectful and stuff like that. But now it was time to see Ms. Weber. My dad and I walk down to the library where the Gym teachers have their conferences. Where is she? I look around the library and don't notice her. I decide to ask Mr. Pierce where she is. He tells me that she went to the gym to play basketball until I showed up. He told me to go to the gym. We walk to the gym where we see Ms. Weber playing basketball. She's pretty good, hitting three-pointer after three-pointer. I wish I was that good.

Elliot's POV

Dickie and I walk into the gym and notice his gym teacher playing basketball. Wow, she is good, way better than me. She notices us and takes one last shop. Nothing but the bottom of the net. She runs to pick up the ball and walks closer to us.

"Hi," she says when she's about five feet from us. She has blonde hair, which she has in a ponytail right now, and she's about 5' 9". "I'm Kristen Weber. You must be Dickie's dad."

"Elliot Stabler," I say with a smile. "You're pretty good at basketball."

"Yeah, that's what I hear," she replies. "You any good?"

"I played a in high school and I little bit in college but not the great." Dickie sighs and we both look at him.

"Okay, so maybe I should get to the point of this. I just wanted to tell you that Dickie is a great student. Always participates, always is respectful, always helps other students out if they don't know what they're doing." She pauses for a moment. "Lizzie's great too. Just like her brother. Except she won't swim."

"Why not," I ask curiously.

"She's probably just shy. I was the same way when I was her age. But it's gonna hurt her grade a little bit."

"I'll talk to her about it."

"Great. So what are you gonna be doing this weekend," she asks Dickie.

"Baseball practice," he simply answers.

"That's it? What about basketball?"

"I'll practice a little bit," he replies.

"You're pretty good. You gonna play when you get to college?

"Definitely," he answers.

"Where you going?"

"Either Connecticut or Wisconsin," Dickie responds. She nods.

"That's weird. I was born in Wisconsin and I went to college at UConn." We talked for a little bit longer then Dickie and I headed home.

Kristen (Ms. Weber)'s POV

Dickie and his dad just left and I decide to play some more basketball before I headed home. I play for about ten more minutes then I start walking towards the door. I look down and notice a cell phone. I pick it up and go through the contacts. There are a couple names I recognize like Dickie and Lizzie. This must be Dickie's dad's phone. I can't give it to Dickie during school hours or he could get caught with it. I'll have to take it to him. That will be kinda weird, going to a student's house...