A/N: I've been having a craving for summer lately so this is what this story is about :) This'll probably only be around 5 maybe 6 chapters, so it's not gonna be too long. Anyway, please review cause you know I love that.

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Season: 10

June 29

10:50 P.M.

"Having fun there?" Elliot's taunting voice rang out through the quiet, almost deserted precinct. Olivia couldn't help but roll her eyes at his stupid commentary. She also had to laugh because if she didn't she might lose control and physically hurt him for being such an ass.

"Nope," Olivia muttered as she continued shuffling through the seemingly endless pile of paperwork covering her desk. It was days like this when she wanted to hurl herself out of a moving car, days when she was stuck with mountains of files, cases, and whatever else Cragen had up his sleeve. Olivia knew that it was just perfect that she was being saddled with this much crap, especially when it was in the middle of the fucking summer and the heat was nearly unbearable. It was actually even unfairly worse since they were in the city and there were cars whirling by you every minute and people squishing you from all sides when you just wanted to take a walk. Normally, Olivia loved the city, but this just wasn't one of those days. What she craved right now was a nice, cool beach with the water glistening in front of her.

"Are you sure?" Olivia looked up with a red-hot glare burning in her deep, chocolate eyes. Elliot grinned like a jackass, knowing his mission of pissing her off was accomplished.

"Elliot, why the fuck are you even here?" She had gone back to doing her work, but still she had brought up a reasonable point. It was pretty obvious by the way he was reclined in his chair and wasting his time by irritating her that he was finished all of his petty chores. Someone else could argue that he was procrastinating, except Olivia knew he wasn't the procrastinating type.

"I wanted to keep you company." Even though Olivia wasn't even looking at him, she knew he was lying. Once more, Olivia knew him too well for things like that. When his voice got low and slightly sulky, she could just assume he wasn't planning on informing her of the truth. But tonight was different, much different because she was now stuck with him and she wanted to make sure it was a good reason, not another one of those instances where he didn't want to face Kathy's wrath. Olivia wouldn't tell anyone this, but on more than one occasion Elliot had pleaded with her to accompany him to a coffee shop in the middle of the night so he would have an excuse for his absence at home. It might've sounded ignorant to anyone else, but she had seen the way his eyes had brimmed with tears and how he tried to nonchalantly brush them away. Olivia could only sense that whatever was happening at home wasn't really his fault. If she didn't know any better, Olivia would assume Kathy was having, yet again, another one of her affairs.

"El," Olivia looked up at him and stopped her shuffling, "what's going on?" It was only typical that he would choose to let out a loud, obnoxious yawn and completely ignore her question. She gritted her teeth and turned back to her files, choosing to send him the message that it took two to tango.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" Olivia slammed her palms down on her desk, ignoring the stinging pain as a particularly sharp edge of a paperclip scraped her skin.

Elliot knew she was pissed now, so pissed, in fact, that she didn't even crack a smile when he slipped out of his chair and fell on his ass on the floor. Her sudden outburst of palm-slamming had been startling to say the least, especially in such a laid back environment such as now. For a brief moment, Elliot regretted teasing Olivia, but that quickly disappeared when she turned her attention back to her paperwork. That made Elliot mysteriously angry.

"What is your problem?" Elliot's voice had changed from playful and flirty to harsh and gritty in only a matter of seconds and it surprised Olivia to hear him for the first time in a while sound so bitter. It took all of her inner strength to completely ignore him and focus on her aggravating files and whatnot. It was only a few moments later, when Elliot seemed to confirm the message that the conversation was over, that he got up from his chair in a fury. Olivia saw him snatch his jacket from the corner of his eye, which he never wore considering the fact it was well past 80 degrees outside, even at night.

Little did Olivia know that Elliot was hatching a plan, a mean and devilish plan that would most likely piss her off to an extent that Elliot had never seen before. It seemed childish in his head, but he liked it either way because only a few hours ago, Olivia had admitted to him that the only thing she wanted right now was the beach and somewhere to be free. In the moment Elliot had even thought of asking Cragen to give her a few days, but now he had a much better way of getting her somewhere she wanted to be so desperately. So the fuck what that it was in the middle of the night and she had a boatload of paperwork to complete? It was the perfect payback.

11:46 P.M.

Olivia's finger flew across the keyboard as she typed up some report on some random child molester that they hadn't even collared yet. To be completely honest, Olivia had no idea what the report was even about, she was just typing the words she saw scrawled in Cragen's messy handwriting that she knew so well. She figured the reason he was making her type it up was because no one else could decipher his notes.

Olivia's mind began to wander as exhaustion began to set in on her. She wished she was at the beach more than anything right now, especially since she was alone. Since Elliot had left almost an hour ago, she had not only began to feel tired, but lonely. She usually enjoyed his company, except when he was an annoying bastard, but she would have him either way now. Olivia had never been in solitary confinement, but she figured that this was somewhat what it was like. Memories of Elliot telling her about how it had been when he had requested to be put in solitary confinement flooded her brain. Liv remembered him specifically saying, "I felt like I was dead, but somehow trapped in my body."

Olivia heard the elevator bell ding and her head snapped up to see Elliot walk out with an cocky smirk on his face.

"What?" Her voice came out in a groan even though she was more than grateful for his unexpected appearance.

"There's a situation down in Brooklyn that needs tending to." Olivia sighed and stood up from her chair eyeing him suspiciously.

"Why are we going to Brooklyn?"

"Why do you have to ask so many questions?"

"Cragen didn't call me."

"I told him I would come and get you."

"How did you know I would still be here."

"Liv, you have mounds of paperwork to get through, I doubted you'd be gone already."

"Where are Munch and Fin?"

"Another case in Greenwich Village."

Olivia paused for a moment and then reluctantly grabbed her gun and badge. "Fine."