It was the night of the annual police gala and detectives Benson and Stabler couldn't be any less excited. They both had to spend a well deserved night off wearing uncomfortable clothes and listening to the most boring stories. Originally, they weren't required to attend, but at the very last minute Cragen told them that they all had better come, though he didn't exactly explain to them why. So here they were, Elliot Stabler driving his car in his sharp black tuxedo, and Olivia Benson sitting in the passenger's seat, wearing a fitted black cocktail tail dress. They both whined to each other the entire way there, and Elliot did a rather convincing impression of the Chief of Detectives relaying yet another one of his academy tales. When they finally arrived to the grand hall that the gala was held in every year, they sucked in deep breaths almost in unison and began making their way towards their assigned table, instantly spotting Fin and Munch. They had been sitting there for the past ten minutes, not interacting with as many people as they possibly could, though Cragen always introduced them to someone new. Stabler plopped down next to Fin, furrowing his eyebrows when he realized that Olivia was no where to be seen. He heard the two detectives starting to chuckle, and he snapped his head in their direction, raising an eyebrow at them.
"What's so funny?" Elliot gave each man a questioning look, but the amused expressions didn't leave either of their faces. It annoyed him that they kept staring at him like that and wouldn't tell him what the hell was going on.
"Your so protective of her, Stabler. Just relax, she went to the bar." Elliot rolled his eyes in response to Fin and he was about to make some snide remark, but was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Olivia, who had a glass of wine in her hand, and sat down in her designated spot next to him.
"Hey guys, sorry I sped off, I just needed to get some alcohol to survive another one of these parties." She muttered before taking a sip of the dark red liquid and setting it down in front of her.
"I feel ya Liv, I'm already on my second one." Fin grabbed his scotch off of the table and raised it towards Olivia, causing a smirk to appear on her face as he drank it. Elliot chuckled softly and he quickly grabed a glass of champagne from a passing server, taking a swig before placing it on the table.
"Oh, twelve o'clock, Cragen is bringing over the Chief of D's." When Elliot said that, Olivia couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips when she recalled his impression in the car. The three men look over at her, but only Elliot laughs along with her, leaving John and Fin to stare at them as if they had three heads.
"I see that everyone is having fun." The two detectives quickly stopped laughing when they heard Cragen's voice, and simply smiled. Olivia knew that the Chief of D's was staring at her, and he couldn't have made it any more obvious that he had a thing for her.
"Ah, yes, there's no place I'd rather be." Olivia lies, picking up her glass and downing the rest of her wine. Cragen glares at the three detectives when they exchanged amused glances.
"I see your still as sarcastic as ever Detective Benson." The Chief spoke with a smirk, and Olivia forced herself to smile at him before she grabbed her empty wine glass and stood from her seat at the table.
"Yes, yes I am. Now if you gentlemen will excuse me, I need more wine." And with that, she turned and made her way to the bar once more, sitting down on a stool and letting out a groan. She stiffened when she felt a hand on her shoulder, but when she saw that it was just Elliot, she relaxed a little more. He sat down next to Olivia, and ordered a scotch before he turned to face her.
"We've only been here for fifteen minutes and your already on your second glass." He stated with mild amusement on his face and she rested her head in her hands, planting her elbows on the bar counter. He could tell she was stressed, but after the case they just had, it would be hard not to be. She'd gotten pretty close with the victim, only to have the young girl yell and swear at her because they didn't have enough evidence to convict the man they all knew was the perp. It had taken a pretty huge tole on Olivia, but she was doing pretty well at covering it up. She lifted her head up and grabbed the glass off of the counter, taking a long sip before speaking.
"I just... I really don't want to be here El. I'd rather be at home drinking my shitty wine than here drinking this... Well this stuff is actually amazing but, that's not the point." She muttered before taking another sip, and looking over at her partner, who was staring at her with a mischievous expression on his face. Olivia raised an eyebrow at him and tilted her head slightly. He took that as a sign for him to tell her what he was thinking about.
"I just remembered that, a few years ago, my old partner and I got a little crazy one night and may or may not have gotten a few blunts... I hid one in my car so that Kathy or the kids wouldn't find it, but I never had a chance to use it..." His voice trailed off, and he noticed how her beautiful brown eyes widened, and she slowly set her glass down, pushing her fingers through her dark hair.
"Are you saying what I think your saying?" He shrugged as he nursed his scotch, and tapped his fingers against the counter. Olivia stared at him with a look of bewilderment on her face, finding it hard to believe that he, Elliot Stabler, just suggested they go smoke weed. She thought for a moment as she stared at her wine, weighing her options here. I can stay at this god awful party and probably get wasted, which would just make me look like an idiot in front of a bunch of people I would definitely have to see again... Or I can ditch this party and get high with my best friend...
"Let's go." Olivia said abruptly, finishing her wine before she stood. Elliot was a little stunned that she actually agreed, but he wasn't one to question her, so he followed suit. They made sure to avoid being seen by anyone at their table and once they were finally outside they practically sprinted back to his car, jumping inside. He pointed to the glove department in front of Olivia, and she quickly opened it, digging through the papers and CDs he had shoved inside of the small space.
"When you said hid, you really weren't kidding." He laughed as he watched her dig through everything until she finally pulled out the white rolled up paper. She then grabbed a lighter out of the compartment before closing it, and she looked over at Elliot, who nodded his reassurance. They both decided that it would be a pretty stupid idea to get high outside of a building filled with cops, so Elliot pulled out of the parking lot, and they kept driving until they got to the perfect place. They had simply driven until they were outside of the city, and Elliot pulled the car over on the side of the lifeless highway. They both quickly got out of the car, and climbed on to the hood, resting their backs against the wind shield. Olivia handed Elliot the blunt, and he chuckled before putting it to his lips, and leaning towards her so she could light it. She held up the small lighter, but lingered in front of him for a few seconds before lighting it, both of them staring into each other's eyes. She smiled before rolling her thumb over the metal wheel, causing a bright flame to appear in between them and she held it in front of the blunt. Once it was glowing red, she turned the lighter off, and pulled back slightly, watching as he drew in the smoke. He then handed it to Olivia, and she did the same, crossing her eyes as she drew in the smoke. Elliot burst out laughing, and she did the same when she lowered the blunt from her lips. They continued taking turns until the blunt was halfway through, and Elliot put it out, deciding to save the other half for another time. Olivia laid her head in Elliot's lap, humming as he brushed his fingers through her dark brown hair, both of them staring up a the full silver moon glowing in the sky.
"El..." He looked down at Olivia when he heard her soft voice, and he blinked a few times. Her eyes slowly shifted to stare into his, and a lazy smile appeared on her face, causing one to appear on Elliot's as well.
"I'm glad we did this... I feel amazing." She put emphasis on the last word, and raised her hands up to him, putting them on the back of his neck. She slowly pulled herself up, and shifted so that she was sitting on his lap, and they were looking directly into each other's eyes. He put his hands on her waist, and pressed his forehead against hers, holding her as close to him as possible.
"I'm glad too... I never thought that the great Olivia Benson would smoke pot." They both chuckled, and she rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. Elliot wrapped an arm around her waist, and moved his other hand farther up her back, rubbing it gently.
"I haven't had any since I was... Hm... I don't wanna talk anymore." She caught him off guard when she lifted her head up, and pressed her lips against his, bringing her hands to the sides of his head. He wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was married, or that this was the stupidest thing they could possibly do. He didn't give a damn, and that was mostly because he was high off his ass at the moment, but also because he had always felt something for Olivia. He allowed her tongue to enter his mouth, and she allowed him to do the same thing. She placed her legs on either side of his own so that they could get even closer, if that was at all possible, and they tangled their arms around each other, their kiss only getting more passionate by the second. But their perfect moment was ruined by the shrill ring of Olivia's phone. They tried their best to ignore it, but after three rings it got extremely annoying and Elliot pulled away, grabbing it out of her bag that had been laying next to them on the car hood. They pulled away from each other and he pressed answer, placing a finger over his lips as a sign that she should stay quiet. She nodded to him, copying the gesture as she watched Elliot hold her phone up to his ear, clearing his throat.
"Benson." He attempted to mock her voice, but it sounded more like a preppy teenagers voice than Olivia's, causing her to clamp her hands over her mouth to muffle her laughter. Elliot pressed his lips tightly together to hold his laughter in, and it only built up more when he heard Cragen's voice on the other line.
"Stabler, where the hell are you two?" The man sounded furious and he made his eyes dramatically wide as he looked at Olivia, raising his free hand in the air and shaking it. She laughed as she pressed her head against his chest, burying her face into the soft fabric of his shirt. He rested his free hand on her back before answering their Captain.
"We decided we needed to get some... Fresh air..." He squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to contain his laughter and he heard Olivia scoff, shaking her head against his chest.
"Well get your asses back here or I swear to god I will personally hunt you two down." Elliot could have sworn he heard Cragen growl on the other end and he couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face.
"Sir yes sir!" Elliot shouted in a cheerful tone before hanging up the phone and placing it back inside of Olivia's purse. She sat up and stared into his eyes, starting to pout.
"Do we have to go back?" She whined like a five year old and he brushed his fingers through her hair, kissing her forehead softly. She took that as a yes and groaned before climbing off of him and grabbing her purse. Elliot rolled off of the car and he heard Olivia burst out laughing when he hit the ground. He to laughed when he felt her grab his hands and start pulling him off of the ground.
"You could help." She grunted as she continued to try to pull him up and he pulled his legs underneath him, slowly standing up. They both climbed into the car and he started the engine, pulling the car back on to the road. Elliot turned the radio on, and both of them sang along to practically every single son that came on, even though they didn't quite know the words to all of them. They both laughed at the various words they used to replace the ones they didn't know and they did this all the way back to the gala. Elliot turned the car off, but neither of them moved one bit. They just sat in there for a few long minutes and stared at the elegant building in which the gala was being held. They both knew that they would probably get into a shit load of trouble, but neither of them cared. This was by far the best night of their lives and they wouldn't let it be ruined because Captain Cranky, which is what they had recently dubbed him, was a Debby downer.
