Guess what, I was bored, and saw Bucken-Berry's challenge and decided to answer it. Also, I would be using this as a way to remind Bucken-Berry about that CO fic you promised... but I'd feel terrible if I made you write when you were sick. Anyways, first attempt at both G/E and a drabble. Enjoy!
"Elliot, go home. It's a slow day and I can just partner with Fin- besides, I don't think any victim wants a detective sneezing all over them," Olivia told her partner as he shook his head stubbornly and continued to work.
"Don' worry about me. I'b fide."
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're not fine when you can't pronounce the word fine. Besides, if you won't listen to me... I know somebody you'll have to listen to."
Elliot looked up at her in horror, his eyes slightly reddened, and gasped, "You didn'."
"Oh, I did. I'd rather you be at home anyway- that way, I won't have to deal with a sick partner sneezing and coughing all over my paperwork and contaminating the coffee. And I like it when he comes down to the squad room and shows how much control he has over. None of us can convince you to take a sick day, but oh no, he just has to open his mouth and you do whatever he wants. Admit it, you can't say no to him."
"Oh, like you can't say no to Casey?" Fin countered, and Olivia clammed up at the mention of her own girlfriend. She didn't have to suffer long, though, because Elliot's boyfriend walked into the squad room at the perfect moment.
"Elliot!" George exclaimed as he stormed over to his desk. "What are you doing here! You told me you had to come in, get some paperwork, and then you'd come back home! Now I know why you refused my offer to come and get your work for you."
"George-" he tried, but George wasn't hearing it.
"Come on, El, we're going home right now. And we're not taking any work with us, either."
George grabbed Elliot's hand and pulled him up from his desk and towards the door. Olivia laughed again. "Thanks, George!" she called over her shoulder as George continued to rant at Elliot.
"El, I love you, so please stop acting like the big tough detective and stay home, and please stop trying to overwork yourself so much. You scare me when you try and pretend nothing wrong when you're hacking up a lung- next thing you know, you'll be saying that you're fine, even if you've been shot..." Elliot sighed in defeat as George led him to his car. Olivia was right; he never could say no to George. He was whipped.