"Elliot?" Olivia whispered in surprise as she opened her door to peer outside. She opened the door all the way to let him in.
"It's 4:30 in the morning, what's- she stopped mid-sentence to let out a yawn.
"We found Lasquez's apartment, I came here to pick you up. We need to wake up Cabot though so she can wake a judge and - wait, where are you going?" He asked, confused as his partner began wandering deeper into her apartment.
"To wake Al-" Shit! She froze, mentally slapping herself. Elliot just stared. "I'm gonna go...get my phone..." she amended, waving vaguely in the direction of her bedroom.
"Nah, wait a minute. I'll call her." Elliot brushed her off with a winning smile, sitting down on the couch and beginning to dial.
"NO! I mean, wait!" She sat down next to him in a hurry before realizing it was too late. She put her head into her hands as she slumped forward. Please be on vibrate, please be on vibrate, please.... she repeated in her head over and over like a silent mantra. If she looked up right then she would have seen her partner looking down at her with concern, but instead both heads snapped up instantaneously as the distant sound of a cheery ringtone filtered into the room. Elliot's eyes widened, "whaa??"
"Cabot" came the groggy voice on the other end of the phone that was now at as much risk of hitting the floor as his jawbone. The ringing in the apartment, strangely, had stopped.
"Uh. Uh yeah...er, warrant?" He stuttered, forgetting his purpose for the call in an instant. He looked over at Olivia, who looked like she wanted to curl up in a secluded hole, and coughed. "We need a warrant for Apartment C, 1736 Park Avenue. ASAP, counselor."
"Alright Detective, just give me a half hour. I'll go make a house call..." Olivia, who had nervously leaned in to listen in, lept up into an almost self-defense position at this statement, hoping to stop the inevitable. But it was useless. A disheveled Alex Cabot, currently attempting to slip on her shoes, came hopping into view, "I'll just wake Petrovsky, but you owe me for....this." She turned to face the couch for the first time and froze, her phone in one hand and a dangling shoe in the other.
"Holy shit!" She yelped, after her moment of shock subsided. Turning her body, she dropped the phone and her shoe and hastily finished buttoning up her blouse, smoothing out her skirt as she whipped back around to accost the slack jawed detective, who was sitting next to a very embarrassed, almost equally shell-shocked Olivia.
"This NEVER - " she began, at the same time Olivia started to urge,
"No one else needs to - "
"I'm sorry!" Alex blurted, blushing furiously. Olivia, forgetting the moment, smiled sweetly at her, causing Elliot to clear his throat loudly, flinching away from the sound as both woman looked at him.
"....yeah." he managed after a moment, swallowing thickly, "Uh...warrant, Lasquez...late! Let's go!" He rambled awkwardly, getting up off the couch as if it had stung him and going out the door without so much as a glance at the two. Olivia got up, laughing awkwardly, to and gave her girlfriend a kiss.
"Did Elliot just get an eyeful?" She teased the blonde with a smirk as she hugged her goodbye.
"Oh, I'll show you an eyeful later, 'Livia", the blonde purred, "Now go run after your partner," she commanded jokingly, giving her a playful shove out the door, "I think the poor guy's going to need therapy after this one."