A/N: I don't own 'em.
Olivia was fuming. She didn't plan on letting Elliot survive the rest of the day. The jackass.
"I can't fucking believe you!" Olivia yelled, slamming a file down on her desk.
Elliot was startled by the loud sound, and quickly looked up to find her angry stare.
"What happened?" He asked.
The entire rest of the squad gathered around, just close enough to hear the argument.
"Oh, I think you know what happened, Elliot. You got me all fired up and then didn't give me any."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't see the harm in making you wait a couple hours." He apologized.
"Didn't see the harm? You know I need it. You know I can never have enough." Olivia replied.
"I know, Liv. I'm sorry. Come on.." He reached out his hand for her to take.
"What?" She asked, looking down at his hand, then quickly back up to his face.
"I'll give you some. You can have all you want. Come on, let's go upstairs."
"Really?" She asked, hopefully, allowing him to take her hand.
"Of course." Elliot lead her up the stairs.
"Well," Munch began. "that was interesting..."
*Upstairs*
"Here you go." Elliot said, handing Olivia a bag of chocolates from his locker.
"Thank you!" She replied, gleefully.
A/N: I really want some freakin' chocolate, right now.