(AN: You won't believe the writer's block I'm dealing with right now. I should be able to do a lot of updating because of the three day weekend. I wrote this because I couldn't write another chapter for any of my other stories so I thought this would help me. I hope you enjoy this and please review. Feedback is a wonderful thing.)

Spur of the Moment

They burst through the door with their guns drawn. Olivia was tense as John and Fin followed her.

They checked the living room and kitchen. The kitchen had broken plates on the floor.

Olivia walked towards the bedroom. She was cautious as she pushed open the door.

When she had called Elliot, she panicked. All she heard was him moaning in pain and asking for someone to stop. And then the phone went to the dial tone.

They rushed over and now she was inching her way into his room. Elliot had the day off and he was glad since he hadn't had one off for quite some while.

Someone moved on the bed and moaned. The cover moved back slightly to reveal a slim body against a more muscular one.

Another moan sounded and Olivia gasped realizing who was in the bed with Elliot. Both men broke apart and covered themselves.

"Liv?" She blushed and back out of the room quickly and closed the door.

"What happened?" John asked looking at Olivia's blushing face.

"Elliot and George are in there."

"Are they playing monopoly or something?" John asked, knowing what Olivia probably saw.

"No."

"That answers the question of why the plates are broken in the kitchen," Fin said.

"What's the world coming to when those two stop fighting," John said.

The door opened to reveal Elliot in his sweatpants. "What are you guys doing here?" He asked.

"We thought you were in trouble," John said rolling his eyes. Elliot looked at him in confusion and then it dawned on him.

"I thought I hung up the phone. Well everything is alright now you can go." Olivia stared at him and crossed her arms.

Elliot sighed and stood his ground. "I'm busy and this can be dealt with later."

John snorted when he said he was busy. Elliot shot John a glare and then looked back at Olivia. "Please." Olivia narrowed her eyes at him and nodded.

"Thank you. Now can you please leave?" Olivia looked at him again before following John and Fin out of the apartment.

Elliot sighed and opened the door to his bedroom and saw an amused shrink staring at him.

"How will you tell her that this started spur of the moment?" Elliot smiled and walked back to the bed.

"We wouldn't have to tell her anything if you didn't come over here to discuss the case with me."

"You asked me over, Elliot."

Elliot climbed onto the bed and kissed the doctor. "You should have known that if I asked that I wasn't thinking straight." The detective pulled his sweatpants off, quickly.

"You shouldn't have kissed me," George said, as he wrapped his legs around Elliot's hips.

"You shouldn't have been so tempting and I should have done this a long time ago."