Bombshell (S12) with an added bonus – what we really wanted to happen.

Disclaimer: I don't own shit. Literally Dick Wolf owns their shit.

Hole-and-corner: Being in a secret place; carried on in a place away from public view

Chapter 1

"How do you want to play it?"

"Tell them our good friend Jerry invited us."

Olivia nodded back at Elliot, her face showing total agreement with his plan, but her heart beating at little faster at the idea of it. Fin had just said "The Swing Set" was open to singles as well as couples. So why was it that Elliot had suggested they go together? Even worse, why was he now suggesting that they play it as a married couple, using their real names?

"We need to work out the details of our marriage," Elliot continued as they made their way back to their joined desks. Our marriage? Olivia couldn't help but pick up on his slip. She rested her elbows on the desk and leaned toward him.

"Ok, we have been married for what 5 years?"

"C'mon, Liv, no one would end up at a swinger's club after only 5 years…12. Keep it as close to the real thing as possible." Olivia scoffed at him. If he wanted to keep the details real, she would play along. "Then we fight like an old married couple."

He narrowed his eyes at her as she leaned back in her chair, linking her fingers behind her head, a small grin of satisfaction on her lips.

He picked up his jacket from the back of the chair and as he stomped out of the precinct, he mumbled back, "I'll pick you up at 9."

She was late.

He knocked on her door for a third time, and then glanced at his watch. 9:15pm. She was late. What could possibly be taking her so long? He was starting to wonder if something was wrong, as he pulled out his emergency key from his suit pocket and inserted it in her lock, turning. Olivia was never late.

Olivia wrapped the curling iron around a strand of hair for the third time that night. She stared back at her reflection in her bathroom mirror, running her finger through her curls. She didn't dress up. She didn't put on this much make-up and curl her hair. It just wasn't her. She was growing frustrated trying to look the part of 'sexually promiscuous wife of 12 years' but feeling like 'sexually frustrated cop with a dry spell of years' instead. She sighed as she dropped the curling iron onto her bathroom counter. At least my underwear look good even if know one will see them she thought as she padded her way into her bedroom in her black lace strapless bra and matching thong.

Elliot opened the door to a dark living room. "Liv, you here? We said 9 o'clock and it is already 9:15. I don't want to miss the regular crowd" he called out as he headed further into her apartment. He turned to his right just as Olivia passed by her open bedroom door.

"Fuck Elliot!" she screamed as she hastily tried to cover her exposed body with her hands. "Don't you knock?!"

Elliot's right hand shot up to cover his eyes as he turned away.

"Liv, look I'm sorry. I thought something was wrong because you were running late and…I…" The dark red blush spread across his neck, his ears were on fire as he tried to stumble away, knocking his knee into the corner of the end table by the couch. "Shit!" Now he was embarrassed and injured.

"Elliot. Get. Out." She was fuming. He bolted outside the front door, determined not to enter again, but wait until she made her way out. He scrubbed his hands over his face. Yes, she was mad; he knew she wouldn't speak to him the entire trip to the club. But shit, the seconds before his hand covered his eyes, he'd seen her. And God, she was gorgeous. The black lace bra dipped low between her breasts, her nipples barely covered by the material. He had seen her change in the locker room before, but it wasn't like this. Had he never noticed the dips in her stomach? How her legs never seemed to end? How her hips curved? And her ass…He rubbed his eyes hard. The image would be burned into his brain.

He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and tried to slow down his breathing. "Calm down" he mumbled both to himself and his body. He's ashamed he reacted that way. His body's natural reaction to seeing her like that was immediate and that was in part the reason he turned away so quickly. She would probably punch him if she had seen him physically react to her.

This was going to be a long night.

Olivia was still furious when she zipped up the back of the leopard dress and coated her lips once more with a pink, shiny lip gloss. Good enough she thought, sighing. She slipped into her black heels and made her way outside her apartment to an awaiting Elliot. She really did not want to deal with his mood tonight. He was the one who walked in on her and yet somehow he would be brooding like it was her fault. She slammed her front door shut behind her and turned to face Elliot.

Elliot took a small step back from her and eyes widened as they drew up her body, drinking her in. "You looked incredible," he blurted. By the time his gaze reached her face, she was visibly blushing. She wasn't used to attention like this from him, the sudden shift in his behavior. He wasn't mad at all, he was, well she didn't even know what this look was…in 12 years of a partnership, she had never seen it before. He looked lost and almost doe eyed, and…aroused? She shook her head at the absurdity.

"Let's go Elliot, you said we will be late." She stomped her heels right past him almost irritated at the whole situation. How dare he barge into her apartment like that, then act like some teenager on his first date? As he stood frozen in her doorway, she threw her head back to give him one more "eat shit and die" death glare continuing her walk downstairs without him.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, dropped his head and followed.