Elliot grabbed Olivia's arm as they were being led at gunpoint down the stairs. They were unarmed, alone, and both would admit that they had honestly no idea what would happen next.

"HURRY UP!" The men with the guns screamed.

It was beginning to look as if they had gotten in over their heads. What they suspected to be a Swinger's club responsible for the murder of a couple had turned into two weeks spent undercover and an entire child trafficking scandal from Mexico. They were in the hands of some sex-crazed married couples who knew how to handle a gun, and both Olivia and Elliot were saying to themselves that they did not see this one coming.

They were both dressed to fit the part. Olivia was wearing a black lace bra and matching underwear, though the lace didn't cover much. She was clad in fishnets and heels and a sheer red robe flapped open over her body. The stairs would have been hard to navigate in those heels no matter what—it didn't make it better that this man had a gun to her head.

As for Elliot, his sex wear consisted only of a pair of black silk boxers and some slippers. He felt like a 70s porn star when they first made him put it on, but that was the least of his worries at this point.

The bottom of the stairs let into a large room filled with people. The room was dim and fragrant, and a bed stood on a platform up front. The pair quickly realized what the situation was going to amount to here—this was some sort of weird sex room, and all those people were there to watch…them? Somehow their cover must have been blown…otherwise why else would they have guns to their heads? Maybe the group got some other weird pleasure out of forced sex—the pair wouldn't have been surprised. The children who were in danger were the only things on their mind…or so they'd tell the captain, later.

A man ordered them onto the bed. The partners hesitated, looking at each other to try to devise some way out. When the people in the audience sensed their reluctance, the crowd grew rowdy. Olivia and Elliot looked at each other once more. They were supposed to be masquerading as sex fiends, there were guns everywhere and they were outnumbered immensely. Elliot turned towards the bed—he had made up his mind. In fact, he had made up his mind the moment that sassy dark-haired girl walked into the precinct. He was going to have sex with this woman right here and now, and not just because his life depended on it.

Olivia was a bit shocked when she saw Elliot walk toward the bed, but really, what had she expected him to do? Of course, this would just be police business. It would just be to save their lives.

She followed Elliot into the bed and the crowed grew hushed. In their panic they had forgotten about the one factor—that they were about to have sex in front of fifty or so people. The weirdness factor in that was enough to make Elliot shoot Liv one more telepathic glance, ensuring that they were going to go through with this very strange and very taboo encounter.

Liv responded to the glance with a move very unlike her. She stood up on the bed, her back to the audience, and removed her robe. Next, off came the bra and then the underwear. The audience twittered with noise and anger—she wasn't giving the show to them, but instead, her partner.

Elliot was a bit taken back by his partner's behavior, but then again, it was Liv. She went all or nothing with every job she did, especially if it involved his safety or the safety of a child. In this case, it was both. So Elliot, in response, pulled off his boxers and threw them on the floor. Olivia came down from her standing, dominating position to kneel on the bed. Elliot pulled her down and crawled on top of her—there was no way he was gonna let her turn this into a power thing.

But of course, it was entirely a "power thing" to the both of them. That was their relationship, this delicate balance of intense and focused strength they shared and stole. It became clear at this moment that this wasn't sex to save their lives. This was sex left over from years of tension and passion and general respect, and no matter how many pervs were watching, they were going to make it good.

Olivia opened her legs as Elliot repeatedly began thrusting his hips in anticipation of an entrance. They locked eyes and the connection was again telepathic, but this time no words were shared—only passion. He thrust himself into her, their motions escalating to a faster and faster pace, and the people around them disappearing. She began to moan, first low and grizzly, with her mouth open in an ecstatic grin. She breathed heavily and was about to yell out his name—"EL-" when she remembered they were undercover, as Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Walker. "Ell-aaron" the scream turned into, her breathing growing quicker and his breaths turning into mannish grunts. Their motion began to slow to a stop, and both of them locked eyes, realizing what had just been done. He lay on top of her naked body, sweating. He would later recall that he didn't expect this next move: for her to grab him by the head and pull his lips to hers. They had kissed. This most definitely wasn't sex to survive anymore, he thought, and returned the kiss accompanied with a light stroking of her breasts. Exhausted, they turned over to lie next to each other, still out of breath, when the men with the guns forced them up again. Without allowing them to grab what little clothes they were wearing before, the men threw them out on the street.

The two naked cops looked at each other, and knew there was going to be a lot of explaining to do.