I own nothing sadly. also i have taken some artistic libertys when it comes to time line so lets assume either Elliot left Kathy a while befor they got devorsed, or that Alex never left.

It started as a kiss in my office, I was fighting with him and before I knew it I was kissing him, with just as much anger and passion. We got carried away and we fucked on my desk. Instead of being disgusted when I felt the coldness of his wedding ring on my hip it turned me on.

As we got dressed I told him it was a mistake, he apologized and we kept working together like nothing had happened.

Then when I went with him after work to get a drink, I had had too much and wasn't thinking strait so I put my hand on his thigh. When he said my name I moved my hand up and cupped him though his pants. It was empowering so I put my hand down his pants and pleasured him in a dark cop bar. I didn't kiss him, not even when he came in my hand, there where to many people around. I went home alone that night, but I knew I would. I could never take him home and I would never go to the home he shares with his wife and there kids.

The next day I was sitting in my office writing a closing, when he came in and locked the door. Then he kissed me. He didn't ask or even say hi, just kissed me. Then he put his hand up my skirt and paid me back for the night before.

That was the true start of our relationship. That's what we had a relationship. We weren't having an affair because I will never let myself be someone's mistress, so I use other words...partner...Companion…fuck-buddy, just not mistress.

It went on like this for two months, we still fought but we had amazing make up sex. When he lost his cool with a child beater I sucked him off in the bathroom. I lost a motion so he went down on me in the crib. When I lost a case we fucked in the interrogation room.

After a while I started to feel like a slut when I said his name as we fucked on my desk. I felt like a home wreaking whore as he moaned my name as I sucked him off. I knew then that I couldn't be just his masturbating toy anymore. I wanted flowers, chocolate, dinner and late night calls saying sweet nothings.

My pride wouldn't let me tell him, so instead I avoided him. One night he came to my apartment at midnight and I pretended I wasn't there. Later I found out he had just left his wife. We went back to being the ice queen ADA and the hot tempered detective.

Then I heard he was dating Olivia, they where keeping it from the brass so they where still partners.

I wonder if they ever fuck in interrogation, or if she's ever sucked him off in a bathroom. I know they haven't. To her he would be the perfect catholic gentleman. He would give her flowers and chocolate, he would take her out for dinner and call her late at night to whisper sweet nothingness' in her ear. They have everything I ever wanted and could never have.