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Notes: for "Youface123" because they gave me the challenge. I hope you like it! :)
George grumbled as he walked into the squad room. Being that he was a psychiatrist, he probably should have been acting more calm. But having just been in an hour of traffic on his way to Bellevue, only to arrive and find that the patient's emergency he'd been called in for had been solved, he wasn't in the best of moods.
He stopped to grab some coffee before he went about interviewing the latest perp claiming a psych defense. Only, there was no coffee ready, nor was the coffeemaker functional.
"Captain, what happened to the coffemaker?" He whined. He needed coffee or he was going to have problems.
"Sorry doc. Elliot's fists tend to make an impact." Cragen said.
"Thanks, Elliot!" He exclaimed angrily.
"Next time, I'll bloody my hands on a locker instead." Elliot said, looking sheepish. George smiled in spite of himself and walked off to the interrogation room.
"So, do you hate women?" George asked the perp.
"No." The perp, Sean, said.
"Then why were you so violent with them?"
"Because they deserved it." Was the short reply.
"... Because they're women?" He didn't get an answer. "Or because they remind you of one particular woman?"
"What is it with shrinks and 'Your mother did this, your father did that'?" Sean exclaimed.
"Well, look at the effect it had on you." He pointed out. Sean growled and lunged at him.
He gasped as he felt hands on his throat. The hands got tighter and tighter and he found his vision darkening. Then the hands were ripped from his throat and he collapsed, sputtering and gasping for breath.
"You ok, doc?" Someone- Elliot, he realized after a moment- asked with concern. He blinked and looked up at him.
"I think so." He panted. Elliot helped him stand.
"I'm going to head to my office." He said. Elliot nodded.
"Just tell us if you need help." He requested.
George felt better by the time he reached his office, although he felt somewhat frazzled. He shook his head, wishing he could just go home before the day got worse. He walked in and immediately noticed something odd on his desk: a large vase of flowers with a note attached. Frowning, he read the note.
"Dear George,
I'm sorry you're having a bad day. Maybe this will make it better?
From your secret admirer."
George smiled softly. Who had sent it? He couldn't get any clues from the handwriting, because the note had been typed. He smelled the flowers before he sat down and started working on the profiles, though he did re-read the note periodically, hoping it would click.
Eventually he walked into the squad room for lunch. Everyone had left except for one person. Elliot greeted him.
"Hey doc, everyone's either arresting a suspect or on a lunch run."
"Ok." He said.
"Um... I bought you a coffee, since you seemed like you needed some." Elliot said shyly. He handed him a cup of Starbucks.
"Thanks, Elliot. I appreciate that." George said as he took a large sip.
"No problem." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. Something clicked suddenly and George took a step closer.
"It was you, wasn't it?"
"What was?" Elliot asked innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about." George insisted.
"Ok, yeah it was." Elliot blushed as he spoke.
"That's very sweet." George said with a smile. He stepped even closer. He could smell Elliot's cologne, and he smelled like the flowers in the vase.
"It was?" Elliot asked nervously. "I didn't want to be too cliche but I didn't want to- mm!" He ended with a gasp as George kissed him. He relaxed into it and pulled George closer.
"Elliot, let's do this later." George said, breaking the kiss.
"Why?"
"We can't get caught." George said simply.
"Ok." Elliot said with a sigh. George gave him one more kiss.
"Thanks for brightening my day." George said against his lips.
"Thanks for brightening mine." Elliot murmured back.