Chapter 1 – Out of line
He had been ignoring her all day.
No, ignoring her would have actually been tolerable, he had been cold to her all day. Rude, hard and out of line. She was choosing her battles wisely. She had suppressed the need to retaliate, but as the day drew on she was nearing breaking point.
Now in the confines of Cragen's office she knew she had to be on her best behaviour, she was only praying he would be too.
"Any leads on the guy?" Cragen directed the comment towards Elliot.
Elliot face sported a defeated expression. He shook his head. She could see the disappointment in Cragen's eyes as they moved over to her. He was waiting anxiously for her to confirm or deny Elliot's answer. She didn't have much but she felt she needed to give him something. That's when she remembered the t-shirt. She had mentioned it to Elliot last night at the scene but he had quickly dismissed her.
"The t-shirt Emily was wearing…" she began and already she noticed the shift in Elliot's body language.
She ignored it.
"It was a shirt given out to members of the Mickey Mouse Club. It could be worth looking into the club, not only the administration staff but the members, see if any other children that were associated have gone missing. "
Elliot's bitter voice cut her off, rattling through the office. "That's not a lead Olivia, it's a hunch. One we don't have time for."
Cragen's eye brows raised slightly, Olivia's remained unaffected. She had expected this from him, only she assumed he would have a little more tact being that they were sitting directly opposite their superior.
The room was silent for a few moments until Cragen continued, intentionally ignoring Elliot's comment.
"What makes you think the club may be involved?' Cragen gave her his full attention.
"Another case, seven months ago involving Samual Hill, a 7 year old boy in New Jersey was relatively similar. He was found in his standard issue Mickey Mouse T-shirt-" Her words were cut off by his.
"Wow two shirts Olivia, two different cities, two completely different cases. A coincidence Olivia not a connection so just drop it."
Cragen cleared his throat, intent on saying something but Olivia beat him to it.
"If you would have let me finish Elliot, I was going to go on to say that another connecting factor was the children's nanny. Maria Luckata. She moved to New York 6 months ago, soon after Samual's death and started working for Emily's family. Quite a large coincidence wouldn't you say Elliot?"
She had turned at that point to face his profile, a questioning glare radiating from her eyes. She hadn't spoken in spite, she had just informed him matter-of-factly, inside however she was reeling with victory.
He turned to capture her eye contact, "When did you find this out?"
"When I was looking into Samual's case, at first I thought it was just the t-shirt that was the connecting factor but when I looked a little further, Maria's name came up."
"Well this would have been a lot more helpful had you brought this to my attention sooner?" He said through gritted teeth.
She could almost taste his humiliation.
"Elliot, I came across this information 15 minutes before Cragen called us in here. The documentation is still on the printer." She told him giving him only a hint of a sweet smile.
"Ok well it looks like we may have something here," Cragen broke the tension, concentrating only on what was important.
"Let's see what Maria Luckata has to offer."
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As they exited Cragen's office Olivia was baffled by the complete lack of reference to Elliot's behaviour. She was sure Cragen would have whipped Elliot back into line or at least questioned him about it. Olivia was chewing the inside of her cheek with anxiety, just reeling inside at his conduct with Cragen.
She pulled the documents out of the printer and gathered some items off her desk. As she lifted her coat off the back of her chair, she saw Elliot disappear through the door. Shaking her head, she picked up her speed to catch up to him.
He was already in the car, she pulled the door open and slid in. He was floored the accelerator.
"Jesus Elliot I was barely in the car?" Olivia pointed out, slightly out of breath, knowing full well she wouldn't get an answer.
She knew she wasn't going to last the day without imploding, he was draining her completely of any tolerance. He wasn't speaking to her now she confirmed and although it was a relief from the sarcastic and rude comments, she wanted an explanation.
"What's going on Elliot?" She could finally ask the question without prying ears and the fear of him exploding in front of the station.
The air was stale and the tension was high. She gave him a few seconds.
Nothing.
"Do you have some sort of problem with me?" She questioned, trying her best to ask it simply not rudely.
Nothing.
She was nearing that line.
"Well that's just great, you've gone from insulting me to ignoring me." Olivia muttered under her breath, turning to face the window.
The car was slowing to a traffic light, which made the tension twice as thick as they sat there in silence.
She wanted to chalk it down to a bad day, but he had been off for a few days now. Not quite this rude previously but almost as if he was building up to this. She could only imagine what tomorrow would bring.
"Why didn't you tell me about Maria earlier?" His question caught her off guard, she wasn't expecting him to brake the silence.
"I told you Elliot," she began with reassurance, "I just found out myself."
"Still, you had time to tell me before we went in." He said sourly, not even looking her way.
"So when should I have told you Elliot when you were yelling at me or avoiding me? I'm sure you would have been extremely responsive." The bitterness was seeping through.
"You should have told me." He said firmly.
The tolerance had faded, she used the empty car to her advantage to let loose. "You're just pissed off that I found a good lead, you were too busy kicking down doors and punching in lockers to do your job."
His eyes narrowed in on her, "Screw you." It was almost a whisper.
She met his gaze without hesitation. "Green." She said without shifting her line of sight.
"What?" He said angrily.
"It's Green." She indicated the stoplight and a car horn behind shattered their silence. Elliot jumped, turning away and hitting the accelerator.
As soon as the car made its way to the footpath framing Emily's family home, Elliot was out of the car without another word was said.
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Back at the precinct Olivia was collating the information they had received from Maria. She didn't have a great deal to offer but she had enough to lead them to two different suspects.
As she made her way over to the printer she pealed her research from the tray and walked slowly back to her desk. Her thoughts were absorbed completely in the words in front of her. She didn't notice Elliot coming towards her with his cup of coffee in hand. She didn't notice he wasn't looking where he was going either.
They collided forcibly, Olivia's notes flying from her grasp and Elliot's cup of coffee spilling straight down the front of her sweater. She stood back quickly, her mouth open wide a shocked expression lining her face. Silently thankful the coffee hadn't been freshly steaming hot, just luke warm and stale.
"Jesus Elliot!" She yelled through the precinct without a thought. He looked at her oddly, with no expression. No apology, no remorse, just a blank stare.
Olivia pulled her sweater off her stomach, shaking the coffee out. She looked around realizing they had captured everyone's attention. Even Cragen had come out of his office at the disturbance.
Olivia shook her head at him and quickly dispersed making her way to the lockers.
She pulled her sweater over her head just as she made it into the locker room. Her white tank top underneath was lucky to miss the majority of the coffee spill. She opened her locker and shifted through her things. Pants, umbrella, shoes, no shirts, no jackets, no tops nothing.
"Shit!" She slammed her locker shut and rubbed the miniscule coffee mark at the bottom of the tank top. She caught her refection in the mirror, you couldn't notice the stain from afar, you could however notice the generous amount of cleavage this top failed to conceal. It was already a little tight for her, she had only worn it as an undershirt and now it was all she had to wear.
Elliot came up behind her and she jumped at his voice, "You ok?"
She swung around to face him, his eyes immediately dropping to the tops of her breasts.
"I'm fine." She was furious with him but she wouldn't let it show. His eyes flicked quickly back to hers a little embarrassed to have been looking.
"I didn't mean to you know." His words a little softer from the awkwardness. She wondered if he was talking about eyeing her cleavage or the coffee.
"I'm sure you didn't." She said sceptically putting her soiled sweater into a plastic bag and shoving it into her locker.
"You think I did that on purpose?" Elliot's tone immediately changed, anger rising.
"After they way you've been treating me today, I wouldn't put it past you. Now are you done torturing me or can we get back to work?" She began to walk past him but he stopped her with his words.
"I wasn't looking where I was going… and neither were you." He pointed out.
"Right so this is my fault then." She folded her arms before her, not realising that only extenuated her breasts.
"I didn't say that." He was getting worked up, his eyes uneasily drew down to her chest again, "Do you have another shirt you can put on?" He said with annoyance.
Her eyes narrowed, ready to take offence. "No Elliot, you saturated the only top I have here so I guess I'm stuck in this all day. Thanks a lot."
He cleared his throat, giving her a condescending look, "Accidents happen Liv."
She wanted to scream at him at that point, punch his lights out. Firstly that he took no responsibility for it and secondly that he would condescendingly call her Liv at a time like this.
"Maybe your 'accident' theory would have been more convincing had you actually apologized at the time, like any decent person would have." She shot back at him. "But no, you just stood there as if I'd gotten what I deserved."
He took in her words and just watched her, every inch of him forcing him not to look south again.
He broke the eye contact then abruptly dismissed her, "It was an accident Olivia, get over it." He walked away from her then.
She was seething.
The pressure of this day, of Elliot and his relentless indecency was driving her mad.
She sat at her desk, conscious that her top was both inappropriate and by the looks of things, popular.
She had counted maybe 10, maybe 15 eyes fall south when they passed and it was getting old.
About five of those glances had come from her partner directly opposite her, five that she had counted anyway, who knew how many he had stolen while she wasn't watching. She had caught Elliot out on a few and it appeared he had retreated. He refused to even look in her direction now.
"Jason Silverman, the man Maria told us about has a criminal record." She told him across the desk, not sure if he'd even listen to her.
Elliot's eyes finally gave in and looked over to her, "What's his record?"
"Indecent exposure, kidnapping, theft-" She rattled off the first three and he was cutting her off.
"Let's see." He held out his hand wanting proof, expecting her to hand over her latest find.
She stood up leaning over the desk, holding the paper within his reach. He didn't take it and finally she looked across at him figuring out why. His eyes were glued yet again to her breasts, he could see right down her top. She was really getting sick of this.
"Elliot!" She yelled a little too loudly, "Do you mind?" She tossed the paper towards him and he caught it as he snapped from his thoughts.
"I'm sorry ok, you don't make it easy." He mumbled his eyes scanning the page. Olivia sat back in her chair pulling the stubborn tank top as far up as she could.
"This is not our guy." He announced suddenly flicking the page back to her. Then he was gone, as he had made a habit of doing lately. She shook her head as she watched him walk out to the lockers.
He came back a short while later with something in his hand, before Olivia could tell what it was he was throwing it at her. She caught a sweater, his sweater she inspected and lifted it up to gauge the size.
She eyed him with annoyance, "You shouldn't have." She spoke sarcastically.
"Beggars can't be choosers." He noted.
"Well I'm going to look like a beggar in this so no thank you." She threw it back at him matching the same force he had.
"Olivia." He warned annoyed, catching the sweater just in time.
"Elliot, it's way too big, and god only knows how long it's been in that locker of yours gathering mothballs." She bit back.
"Fine, sit there all day with your tits out I don't care." He said a little too loudly.
Her jaw dropped and she glared at him reeling inside that he insisted on creating such a fuss in front of everyone. Munch looked over at them catching Olivia's eye contact with a touch of sympathy and concern. Her eyes flicked back to Elliot.
"Charming Elliot, now can we get back to the case? Why do you think Jason isn't our guy?"
"The robbery charge. Paedophiles are generally law-abiding citizens by nature, apart from the obvious of course."
"I don't think that is entirely true, you're generalizing." Olivia added in disagreement.
"How many paedophiles do you know that robbed a bank?" Elliot questioned her riffling through his top draw.
"What about the kidnapping and indecent exposure, you're just going to ignore those." She reminded him.
"He kidnapped his own kid Olivia, it probably wasn't even kidnapping. His ex-wife probably just called the cops when he didn't bring the kids back on time." He didn't find what he was looking for and slammed it shut.
"Well instead of assuming all this, how about we find out for sure Elliot."
Before he could rebut she picked the phone up and began dialling, "Hi my name is Olivia Benson, a detective with SVU, I'm just after some case file details." Her voice had automatically assumed a professional tone.
As she was told to hold she nodded. "Thank you."
The hold music played and she grabbed a pen ready to scribe the information quoted. As the music drifted on, her eyes left the page and wandered over to Elliot, he was staring at her. Not at her breasts this time but at her face, looking at her intently with an unreadable expression. Surprisingly he didn't look away when she caught him and she matched his eye contact for a good while, trying to fathom just what he was doing.
The voice on the line came back to her and she jumped slightly, "Yes it's case no. 2357118," she quoted off the page in front of her. When she was put on hold once more her eyes casually moved over to Elliot once more, he was no longer looking at her instead he was attending to his cell phone vibrating against his hip.
She watched as he answered the phone, "Stabler." He said roughly. He nodded a couple of times. "Fine." He practically mumbled to the caller.
She wouldn't even be paying this much attention had it not been for his gazing beforehand. She was curious.
"No, I can't." He said trying to reduce the volume of his voice. His eyes flicked up and caught Olivia's, watching him this time.
"I have to go." He said as he held her glance, giving her an annoyed look.
She chewed on her lip.
"I said fine." He repeated again louder and curiosity was getting the better of her. He hung up the cell phone and she gave it a moment before she asked the question, "Who was that?"
"None of your business." He said sternly getting up from the desk and storming away.
She sighed and finally the hold music came to a halt, "Would you like the statement faxed or emailed ma'am."
"Faxed please." Olivia spoke on autopilot, in a world of her own.
Pulling the fax off the machine she read through the details of Jason's kidnapping. A 7-year-old Italian girl, no relation, missing for 2 weeks, no sign of sexual abuse but intense trauma suffered. No ransom offered, no contact with the family. Girl turned up 2 weeks later in a bathroom of a shopping centre.
Elliot was walking back to his desk just as she read the most of it.
"El," she almost reached grasping his forearm to stop him from passing. He stopped reluctantly, almost as if he were doing her a favour.
"The girl Jason kidnapped, no relation, missing for 2 weeks, no random offered. So obviously he didn't kidnap her for money." She expelled.
He snatched the paper from her hand almost giving her a paper cut. She jumped, briefly forgetting his tantrum earlier. He barely looked at the page for a second, "No sign of sexual abuse." He read out to her. "This is a waste of time." He tossed the page back to her and she caught it against her chest.
That was it.
"Elliot." Olivia began shocked and enraged, she managed to stifle her anger when she realized she wasn't prepared to yell at him in front of the station, "Can I see you out the back for a minute."
"I don't have time." He mumbled walking back to his desk and sitting down.
She swallowed the need to scream at him and walked over leaning down so only he could hear her, "I suggest you make time." She said with all the seriousness she could muster.
He turned to her, she was so close their faces almost brushed. He went to say something just as her cell phone rang. She pulled it from her pocket and he gave her a victorious smile that made her want to slap it right off his face.
She answered the phone in defeat and Elliot stood up again, pushing past her. His body unnecessarily
bumping hers as he did so causing her to stumble back.
She was furious.
She had managed to refrain from losing it earlier when he was being a prick, but to swing his mood faster than he can blink was another thing. She watched him walk away from her once more, barely listening to the voice on the other line. She considered following him, but quickly dismissed the idea as the voice on the other line became a little clearer, "I have the list you were after Ms Benson, all the members of the Mickey Mouse club dating back to 1980."
She smiled softy at her small victory. "Thank you so much."
Elliot came back to his desk but she was too busy scanning the newfound list to notice, or care. She could sense his discomfort as he sat down, waiting for her to pounce. She was entering the names into the missing children database just waiting for another hit. She could sense his eyes on her.
Lacey Anderson
Katie Atkin
Joshua Ashton
She typed the names in one after another chewing her bottom lip in anticipation.
Matthew Birk-
"What are you doing?" Elliot had rounded to her side curious as to what she was doing. He was already looking down at the list. She moved it away from him.
"Working Elliot, how about you do the same?"
He ignored her reading the screen, "Missing Children Database." He paused, "What's that list?" He pointed at the sheet she was fingering.
She sighed, "It's the Mickey Mouse fan club members list." She waited for it.
He scoffed, "You're wasting your time."
"We'll see." She said softly, determined to prove him wrong.
"No, we don't have time for this." He was forceful.
"Well when you have a stronger lead, let me know and I'll drop this." She looked him right in the eyes and gave him a pleasant smile.
He shook his head and retreated to his desk.
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As the afternoon faded, the sun began setting and Olivia twisted in her seat stretching. Her back cracking slightly. She looked down realising she was still wearing that damn tank top, instantly she was reminded of the coffee incident and hence Elliot's behaviour today.
Elliot wasn't at his desk and most of the office had cleared out already. She wondered if perhaps he had gone home without telling her. It wouldn't surprise her.
She looked down at her list.
Nathan Thompson
Who would have thought there would be so many members? She was nearing the end of her list and the possibility that she would find a match was getting slimmer and slimmer. She knew Elliot would enjoy this way too much.
She kept in mind that she could still cross-reference these names in the violent crimes database and there was always that small chance their abduction hadn't been reported. But even she knew she was scraping the bottom of the barrel.
She scribbled a mark next to Nathan Thompson for tomorrow and clicked off her computer.
She got up making her way to the lockers, she noticed the clock above her said 8pm. She wondered where the time went. As she began pulling her things from the locker she could hear noises coming from the weight room. Curiosity got the better of her as she made her way inside.
She saw him on his back, lifting the weight with a struggle high above his body. She stopped for a moment and watched as his muscles buckled under the pressure of the force. Elliot often came in here when he was pissed off, angry or upset. It was his way of venting without talking and this was solid confirmation for Olivia that he was hiding something.
She should have said something, made it known that she was in the room but she couldn't take her eyes off his body. It wasn't often that she thought of him in this way, she would just steal these moments every now and then between the fighting, the cases, the partnership where she realised how damn attractive she found him. But she never let it linger.
"Elliot." She finally spoke, hard and determined.
He didn't flinch, like he had known she was there the whole time. He continued with his repetitions and she chewed on her lip.
"I'm heading off." She told him when she realised he wasn't going to fill the silence.
"Ok." He told her in a gruff exhale, struggling with the weight.
His eyes were closed as he was crunching in on these reps, she could tell it was getting hard for him.
She stood there watching, as if waiting for him to falter, to ask for her help to spot him.
Elliot asking for help. A pig would have to fly through hell while it froze over first.
"Is there something else?" He asked her snapping her from her thoughts.
"Yes." She said mostly to herself but realised she said it out loud.
She didn't have the energy to start up another unrelenting fight but he had been beyond out of line today. She had done enough backing down. She decided she'd confront him.
He continued pumping and she stepped a little closer to him, "Can you stop that for a minute please?"
She asked him, not really expecting him to do so.
He froze mid rep and looked over at her as if he were debating something in his head. Then he lifted the weight up high and placed it back on the holder. She moved in to help him but he'd managed himself.
As he sat up, his legs hanging off the bench, she realised she was ridiculously close to his sweaty body.
"Can you hand me that towel please?" He asked her and she sheepishly made her way to retrieve it for him. He followed her so that when she turned around with it he was already there, close and grabbing for it. She wondered why he had asked her to get it in the first place.
"So what is it?" He asked her directly, his breath rapid, his chest rising and falling.
She was a little bewildered, lost for words. His eyes drifted downward to her chest and that's when she remembered the tank top, the coffee, the complete asshole he had been to her today.
"I want to talk to you." She said with intent.
He was towelling himself off right in front of her, he had all the space in this room to do so but instead he had her backed up against this table.
"Then talk." He said smugly and she knew this would be pointless, but she began anyway.
"You've been a prick today Elliot, you've been rude all week but today you really exceeded asshole status. Now I don't know what's going on with you and to be honest I don't really care, but I'd appreciate it if tomorrow you'd treat me like your partner again." She had managed to get that out without faltering, despite the fact that his intense eyes weren't leaving hers. "Is that too much to ask?" She reinforced the statement a little short of breath.
"Did you get through your list?" He asked with a hint of a smile.
She was annoyed he had completely ignored her remark but she answered with defence, "Nearly." She told him.
"Any breaking leads?" His sweat and the sarcasm were both dripping out of him. He was toying with her.
"Not yet." She said through gritted teeth.
"Well then maybe tomorrow you can help me with something that's actually useful instead of wasting your time on pointless hunches." His words cut deep, she held his eyes with hers.
She'd had it. "Screw you Elliot." Her voice was deep and low.
She saw his eyes flicker, a reaction to her words but his face remained neutral.
"You speak to me like that one more time…" she waited a fraction longer before she continued, "and I'm talking to Cragen." Her eyes foreshadowed a seriousness Elliot had never seen before. She wondered if he would retreat.
He was watching her with caution, until finally he spoke.
"Why wait?" He said the words as he had stepped even closer. Her backside was now pushing into the table behind her and his sweat dripping body was inching it's way closer. "Cragen's in his office right now." He pointed out smugly.
Olivia was furious.
"What do you want Elliot?" She asked the question firmly, trying to ignore this new proximity, trying to obtain some distance with her words instead. "Do you want a new partner, is that it?"
He didn't answer her, he didn't look away.
"I don't understand why you are acting like this, I haven't done anything to-"
He scoffed cutting her off.
"So I've done something then?" She questioned stopping in disbelief, "What exactly have I done to deserve this?" She asked in disbelief.
He watched her closely with no intention of answering her.
"If you don't tell me what I've done, then we've got nothing, I'm not a mind reader Elliot." She was getting angry. Her ass was starting to hurt as she tried desperately to hold her body as far as way from his as she could.
"You've done absolutely nothing Olivia, you're so fucking innocent." His words soaked in sarcasm. She was just about to bite back when he cut her off.
"I'm going home." He told her bluntly, finally moving away from her giving her room to finally breathe.
She snapped.
She reached out before he could get far, grabbing his forearm, feeling his moist skin underneath her palm.
She'd wanted him away from her and now she was reaching for him. She needed answers.
"You're not leaving, until you answer me. What have I done?" She said infuriated, trying to pull him back towards her.
He resisted, "Nothing Olivia, just drop it." He warned, pulling his forearm from her grasp. Something in his eyes told her to give it up but he'd pushed her too far today and she wasn't going to let it go.
He was heading for the open door but she beat him too it, moving in front of him and blocking his exit.
"Tell me what's going on Elliot." She was fuming, "I'm not enduring another day of this B.S., so you're not leaving until you talk to me." She had made sure he'd have to physically move her to get out.
When he gave her no indication of complying she continued, "You owe me at least that."
That got him talking, "Oh I owe you do I? That's rich." He shook his head at her.
That's when he tried to side step her, intent on leaving this heated argument to stew. She wasn't going to let up that easy. She quickly stepped backwards with him, grabbing the door to the weight room and slamming it shut behind her. He'd stepped forward and intern backed her up against the door, suddenly he was extremely close. She had no room to move, he made sure of that.
He watched her for a good moment as he inched closer towards her, her eyes flicking with a moment of panic. Her chest was rising and falling as she took in short breaths. He was doing his best to intimidate the hell out of her.
"Move Olivia." It was a whisper but it was firm.
She just shook her head. "No." Her voice cracked and she could see the delight in his eyes that he was having this effect on her.
She hated herself at this point. What the hell was wrong with her? She was strong and confident, there was no way she'd take shit like this from him but as close as he was, she was almost paralysed. She could literally see the beads of sweat slide down his neck and pool into his tank top.
She urged herself to pull it together, build up some confidence and pay him back for hell he'd put her through. She did her best to stand up with him with her words, "You've spent all day waltzing around doing whatever the hell it is you want, now it's my turn." She managed to get through it without wavering.
"You think this is what I want?" He said annoyed, his face was only inches from hers.
"God knows what you want Elliot, why don't you damn well let me know." She wasn't breaking the eye contact if it killed her. She was intent on standing up to him on this.
That's when he moved closer and she flinched, figuring he was going for the door. She moved forward to stop him and he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her body back against the door with his.
Just as she parted her lips to fire an accusation his way, he lent in capturing her bottom lip with his and pulling it determinedly into his mouth. The makings of her words now muffled by his lips.
She froze, blindsided at the fact that Elliot's lips were now on hers. He pushed her mouth open with his as he pressed her firmly against the door.
Her head was spinning. Her immediate thought was to push him off her, but there really wasn't any option at that point. She was completely caught of guard, unable to move and all she could do was stand there and endure his kiss.
His hands began to roam, one snaking around holding her hip against the door, the other sliding across the side of her cheek while he ransacked her lips. He tasted like coffee mixed with a hint of sweat.
His tongue made her way into her mouth and her eyes drifted to a close, she didn't care at that point she let him kiss her openly and passionately. She had made a point not to kiss him back but the temptation was overwhelming, the idea of sliding her tongue in to meet with his was mind numbing.
His lower half was pressing into her with urgency. She could feel the sweat from his body seep into her tank top and she had an overwhelming urge to moan into his mouth. She did her best to stifle any sort of satisfaction from this. He was a complete asshole for this and she was a complete idiot for letting him do it.
It would be so easy to push him off her.
'Stop.' Such an easy word in theory, but her body wouldn't comply. She wouldn't even allow herself to consider she wasn't stopping him because she didn't want to. His hand was now moving upward from her hip sliding across the coast of her torso. He drew her tank top up slightly, lightly skimming over the bare skin of her waist. Shivers pulsated through her body.
Her lips were almost burning from his and she wanted so badly to kiss him back with the same intensity, hard and hot but all she could manage at that point was to let him ravish her. Let him be responsible for this mistake. Of course it was a mistake, she'd be kidding herself to think otherwise. He was her partner, her friend and he was married.
Fuck.
She had to stop this, but he was moaning in her mouth now and his hip was pressing into her jeans. All she had to do was say one word, 'stop!' Even just his name would do, 'Elliot!'. It didn't even have to be his whole name, 'El!'
Moments from producing the first syllable a pounding knock on the other side of the door shook the room. Olivia's eyes snapped open and all that strength she'd lost before came to her suddenly, she pushed Elliot off her with force. He stumbled back slightly then steadied himself watching her intensely, she held his gaze unsure of what next.
Her fingers came up smoothing over her lips trying to dispel any evidence of foul play. Elliot just quickly licked his. She turned around quickly and pulled the door open, Munch had a quizzical expression at the sight of them closed away in the weight room with the door shut.
"Hey." Olivia said casually, waiting for Munch to explain his presence.
His eyes flicked to Elliot, "There you are." He said a little concerned. "I thought you'd left, I need your help on the Shelton case."
Olivia stood there with her back to Elliot thankful she didn't have to face him at this point, her fingers were gripping the door, almost penetrating. Her eyes were on Munch, praying Elliot would say something in response, so his concern wouldn't result in questions.
"I've only got half the file here," Munch continued when Elliot didn't, "you worked it a few months back right?" He waved the file in front of him as if to jog his memory.
Elliot finally nodded, "Can you just give us a minute, I'll be out in ten." Elliot told him, his voice dry and rough.
Olivia's stomach spiralled, just what did he intend to do in those ten minutes? Munch furrowed his eyebrows with concern, obviously not pleased with his answer. Olivia cleared her throat, taking this as a blessing, her only way out.
"Actually I was just leaving, so he's all yours." She told Munch with a forced smile. She didn't waste any time, before Elliot could rebut she was already out of that suffocating weight room and practically running out of the precinct.
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To be continued