Fun and Games at the Swing Set is set in season 12, episode 19, Bombshell.

I'll be switching between the Point of Views to get a flow of the story, but try to make it easy to follow. Shoutout to eorocks64 for helping get this story posted! You should definitely check her out!

Chapter 1

Olivia's POV

Sigh.

She sinks down in the squad car with a flood of thoughts running through her mind.

As if this case wasn't crazy enough, Olivia found herself coming across a familiar place. The Swing Set….

Between last night's cold stake out and then coming back out to the crime scene in the daylight that morning, this left NYPDs finest looking at a brand new lead: a locked door. She was currently parked right outside of it with her partner who was texting Fin the address as they pulled back to the 1-6.

Before seeing the name of the building, she remembered coming to this same door years ago under a very different circumstance. She tried to stay focused as they drove back to confirm what they had stumbled upon and to find out more about their victim, Jerry Bullard.

When Fin brought up the website of the Swing Set, she put on her best poker face and cracking jokes about this "different type of erotic establishment". In their grand opening years ago, a mutual friend of hers through another department had mentioned they'd had an extended invitation. She'd be able to indulge into a different kind of night life… a bit outside of her normal cop dive bar after work. But it was definitely something to mix up her normal dating pool. And it wasn't like she shared that she was a cop with any potential suitor at the bar, that would have definitely made them run for the hills before they even got her name! So going to a place where your personal life was left at the door was definitely sounded like paradise.

She must have been deep into thought as Fin briefed them on his findings, because she felt like she was in the Twilight Zone. Suddenly she saw the look in Elliot's eye as he started to concoct what their next step would be.

"So how do you want to play this?" fell from her mouth before she realized what she signed up for.

Without skipping a beat Elliot knew exactly how he wanted to play this, but did she really want to go along with this type of role play?

"We tell them our good buddy Jerry invited us" Elliot said matter of factly.

Olivia's eyebrow rose at his assumptive tone that she'd be on board with this. He didn't even give her time to debate.

Sure, it would be enticing to go back to the Swing Set; hopefully no one would recognize her face (or any other part for that matter.) But this was her job. She knew that with her partner she be safe, and that they be able to close this case sooner if they were on the same page.

Elliot walked confidently over to Cragen's office to make a quick exchange that they had a plan to get more information that would help their case. The men quickly agreed that they would keep it low-key and try to keep it as brief as possible. She remembers looking at the smirk on Elliot's face when the Captain told him told him to make sure to play with his pants on. Sure, Cragen still had the crime scene photos of Bullard's bloody trousers in his hand as he waved Elliot out of his office. But it was less of a request in more of an order. At least Elliot found the humor in the warning as he shook his head while he reached for his keys and headed to get changed for the night.

Before she knew it Olivia found herself standing in front of a disheveled closet looking for the other half of her tallest pair of heels that she bought on a whim one day with Casey. She never thought she'd bring out the red bottoms, especially for work, but this was a different type of occasion. She wasn't going as Olivia Benson. She was going as Olivia, the wife and curious partner of Elliot Stabler.

She had done her makeup a little differently and almost caught herself all off-guard when she caught a glimpse of her reflection looking for her phone that kept constantly going off in the bathroom. Elliot was already downstairs in the car reading through his profile briefing again. He wasn't nervous, but as his third text was sent, he didn't want to rush his wife of the night.. Plus he wanted to make sure that her ring would fit. Something so simple but the detail needed to make sure she would detach from reality just for the night.

Elliot's POV

Why was she taking so long? Has she usually taken this long to get ready for dates? Well this wasn't really a date per se. It was work. He's seen her quickly change into a skimpy dress for an undercover gig as a street walker or quickly throw on a wig to transform into a blonde baiting a perp. Even with their 12 years of late night calls and a few interrupted dates, he's never been at the beginning of her getting ready for her night out.

Another text sent:

Elliot: "Heading to the door now"

Olivia: "Door is open. Come in, almost ready!"

When he makes it to the door she's already opening it and nearly bumped into him. He takes a whiff of her perfume as he side steps, and takes an eyeful of this transformed partner of his. Just saying she's stunning doesn't do her justice. It looks like she stepped out of one of his fantasies. But reality was proving to be much better.

He knows his eyes are roaming over her more than they should, but she doesn't seem fazed as she pulls out her keys to lock the door. He realizes he hasn't taken a breath yet, but as she pulls pass him to walk towards the elevator he quickly falls into a familiar rhythm with her, matching her steps. He pats down his pocket to grab the ring for her. Why is he nervous to hand her a ring? It's just a prop for the night but he still feels like he should make it special.

As they ride down together he finally brakes the comfortable silence. "Are you ready to play tonight?"

For a moment, he thought she blushed as he can see the effects on her flushed cheeks from his deep gaze that he's locked in on her since she open the door. He slowly leans his body towards her as his arm opened to grab around her left wrist. He slowly smirked, pulling her towards him while he examined her hand. It looked so bare. So he decided to grab the ring from his pocket and place it on its rightful finger. She wasn't shaking but he could tell that something had shifted.

"Do we need to set any boundaries tonight, honey?" raising her eyebrow at saying his pet name.

"Just don't play too rough with me, darling." He began to drop her hand, slowly letting his fingers intertwine with hers, gently rubbing over the ring for just a moment longer than he meant to.

Surely he didn't mean to use THAT tone of voice. That husky bedroom voice. He heard her let out an appreciative sigh as she silently thanked him with a smile. Her eyes on the new band on her ring finger. The comfortable silence felt thick in the small elevator, just a few blocks away they would have to begin their op, but this moment was just for them.

His transformation was simple. Lose the tie, and lose the five o'clock shadow and presto. He's now her new husband. He's felt like they've been connected in some way for years so it didn't take much convincing for her to agree to join him tonight. But will they be doing more than just "playing" tonight, he wondered…

**What will the swing set hold for them tonight? Will they run into a familiar face? What kind of games will they find… Leave a review. I'll drop the next chapter soon!**