A/N I have no idea where this came from. It's not that I don't like it, I'm just surprised by the pairing. Too much Law & Order while my boyfriend is working, I think. I did my best to stay true to the character of the character, and hopefully this reflects that. And FYI, I've thought vaguely about doing a second part from Huang's POV, so maybe I will, maybe I won't.

Anyway. I don't own, you don't sue.

"Elliot!"

Elliot mentally groaned and wearily turned to face the captain. "What's up?" He was just about to leave the station after a too long day, and wanted nothing more than to fall into bed.

The captain caught up, looking apologetic, and handed Elliot a thick sheaf of papers. "Would you mind dropping these at the doc's place? He was off today and they need to be submitted some point tomorrow."

Elliot frowned. "Can't you get a uniform to do it? I was hoping to head straight home." He tried to hand the stack back, but Cragen wouldn't take them.

"C'mon, he's on your way. And the beat cops get pissy about being used as couriers."

Elliot sighed and nodded. "Alright, but you owe me one."

Cragen smirked. "No, I don't. Get some sleep, Elliot."

Elliot huffed out an amused breath, and tucked the papers under his arm, turning to finally leave. He turned the radio on in his car, the music playing too softly to drown out the sounds of the early morning city traffic. It was not helping to think that he'd been working for over twenty-four hours, and he forced himself to concentrate on the road. His mind wandered to the doc instead.

He liked Huang, he really did, but sometimes he had problems keeping his temper around the man. Right when Elliot was at his angriest, whether it was because of a psych exam or a tough case, Huang was always too calm. It was easy to get angry at him, call him cold, rather than think about how he was almost jealous of the doctor. The man had a strong hold on his emotions, and Elliot sometimes wished that he could keep his own emotions in check as well as Huang did. His thoughts were cut short by his arrival at the doc's apartment building. He hopped out of his car, and felt the cool morning air cut into his weariness. Feeling a little more alert, he jogged up the stairs and rapped smartly on a door. There was a few moments of silence, and then the sounds of someone stumbling towards the door.

Huang opened the door, and Elliot felt his eyebrows raise high on his forehead at Huang's appearance. The normally precise man was half-naked, clad only in a pair of sleep pants that were slung low enough to reveal that they were all he had on. His hair was rumpled, and his bleary eyes said that he had been asleep.

But that wasn't what Elliot was staring at. Huang's chest and neck were covered in a messy array of of bruises, and not the bad kind. It became very clear what Huang had done with his day off, and Elliot felt a blush creeping up his neck. This was private, he shouldn't be seeing this. They both jumped when a very male voice floated through a closed door.

"George, I'm gonna take a shower."

Elliot had known that Huang was gay, and he wasn't surprised that the handsome man was with someone, but it was different for it to be thrown in his face. He found himself watching the blush that spread from Huang's face down to his chest. He quickly wrenched his eyes back to the doc's face, his own ears growing hotter than they'd already been. Huang seemed embarrassed, and Elliot was thankful that his staring seemed to have gone unnoticed.

But he'd come here for a reason. "Sorry to, uh, interrupt, doc. Captain sent me to drop these off, he says they're due in tomorrow." He quickly handed the papers to Huang, who accepted them, looking surprised.

"Oh, thank you Elliot. I had completely forgotten about these." He seemed to have pulled up some semblance of professionalism, and he subtly pulled his pants up higher with his free hand. And then Huang was watching him confused, and Elliot realized he'd been blatantly staring. He cleared his throat nervously, and stepped back from the door.

"Right, you're welcome, doc. I'll leave you to get back to-" he froze suddenly, and felt an irrational bolt of anger shoot through him, "-sleeping." He turned to leave, still feeling the anger crackling under his skin.

"Elliot?" George sounded uncertain, and Elliot found his anger melting slightly.

"Yeah?"

"This doesn't-" George paused, "-I hope you don't think less of me for this."

Elliot found the rest of his anger turning into guilt. "Don't worry about it, doc. I'm the one who intruded." Elliot's shoulders hunched and he quickly turned, throwing a good bye over his shoulder. He didn't look back, and he didn't see George watching him until he turned the corner.

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