Author's note:
So...
I got bored...and I was all like "twiddles thumbs" and then I thought, I'll go on the net...anyway, I opened my messages and what do I find? A new update from Ad Hominem Argument. I was totally spastically hyper and was all like "yay!!" So I decided because she is just friggen awesome and she updated her story which is the bomdigity that she could choose which story I updated and thus chapter 2 was ...born? I think "created" is a better word.
Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to Ad Hominem Argument...if you didn't catch why then re-read the above.
Disclaimer: Do I look, smell, sound, taste, feel, write or eat like I own it? No.
Enjoy, my fine and fury friends...
"Urgh," Olivia rubbed her head, "Ow…god, it's too early."
She checked her clock: 4:30am.
"Way too early." Olivia rolled over only to fall flat on her face, "Not good."
Olivia struggled to get up and into the shower.
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BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!
"What the?" Elliot winced at the sound of his alarm, "Holy shit, my head!"
Elliot stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom where he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He quickly got in the shower and began to get ready for work.
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Olivia stepped out of the elevator as she threw back two Tylenol and took a sip of her water. Who ever thought of coming into work on a Saturday was insane but here she was. She had to finish some DD5's before Monday and she really didn't want to have to get up at five in the morning on a Sunday – that's worse.
She walked into the squad room only to spot Elliot sitting at his desk. Olivia had thought about the blur of the previous night's events and had only come up with just that – a blur. She decided to question Elliot on the matter. She knew she could trust him to let her know if she had ruined her reputation in any way.
"Hey Elliot." She sat down at her desk, placing her water by the mouse and setting her bag at her feet.
Elliot looked up from the folders in front of him to see a slightly hung over Olivia.
"Hey." He smirked, he was also obviously a little hung over as well but he showed it a lot less than she did.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" Olivia asked.
"Why?" Elliot asked.
"Oh...uh, no reason. I was just wondering, that's all. You had a lot to drink." Olivia shrugged her shoulders.
"You had more than me." Elliot grinned, "You and Casey finished off Munch's as well as your own."
"Are you saying I can't hold my liquor, Stabler?" Olivia asked in mock hurt.
"Only when assisted by someone else holding you up." Elliot smirked.
"And who would that someone be?" Olivia sat with her elbows resting on her desk.
"Me of course!" Elliot gave Olivia his "Stabler smile" which he only reserved for her.
"I'm glad." Olivia smiled warmly back.
Elliot got up from his desk and sat on the edge of Olivia's, "You know I'll always be there for you, right?" He asked in all seriousness.
"And I'll always be here for you." Olivia rested her hand on his knee.
"Thanks, Liv." Elliot gently cupped Olivia's cheek.
They both smiled at each other before the moment was interrupted by Casey barging in.
"Hang on, what's with all the sexual tension!?" Casey asked, startling both detectives and causing them to jump away from one another, "I thought you resolved some of that last night?"
"What?" Olivia and Elliot blurted out.
Casey grinned as she realised that neither of them remembered what had happened. She had drunk just has much as Olivia but she was able to hold her alcohol a lot better and had some recollection of the night and if it was correct; both detectives had released at least some of the pent up sexual tension between them.
"Oh, um. Don't worry." Casey smiled to herself. She was going to have to drop hints all day…or eventually tell Olivia at least.
Olivia could read Casey's face and she didn't like what she was seeing. If Olivia was right it meant that Casey knew something – presumably about the night before.
"Okay, well, I'll leave you to it." Casey turned on her heel and left.
"Did she actually come here for a reason?" Elliot asked.
"Probably." Olivia sighed.
"Oh well, I guess if it's important she'll come back."
"Mmm." Olivia hummed in agreement.
They worked steadily for another hour before Munch turned up.
"Hey guys, have fun last night?" Munch asked with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Uh – yeah…?"Olivia raised an eye brow.
"Yeah, it was good." Elliot agreed.
"Do you guys even remember what happened?" Munch asked eyeing them.
"Well…the most of it." Elliot admitted.
"No you don't." Munch shook his head.
"What makes you say that?" Olivia asked, leaning forward.
"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it." Munch walked off to get some coffee.
He knows something. He knows something we don't. Olivia thought to herself.
The three of them continued to work through the day, exchanging few words. Neither Elliot's nor Olivia's heads had cleared by the afternoon and both were frustrated.
All of a sudden Olivia's computer made a "ping" noise.
Olivia opened the new message she received from Casey.
Have you figured it out yet?
Olivia replied to the e-mail.
Figured what out?
PING!
Figured out what happened last night.
No. Just tell me.
PING!
Come by my office and I'll tell you. Come now.
Olivia quickly got up and excused her self from the room.
Once Olivia had left another "PING!" filled the room; this time from Much's computer.
Tell Elliot, I'm telling Liv when she get's to my office.
Munch grinned after reading the message.
"Hey Elliot." Munch said; amusement plastered across his face.
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"Hey Olivia." Casey smiled brightly as Olivia walked into her office.
"Hi…" Olivia was unsure about Casey as she sat down opposite her.
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"There's something you should know…" Munch was trying to conceal his smile; trying being the operative word.
"What…"
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"About last night…" Casey wanted to draw this out as much as possible.
"What about it, what happened?" Olivia had a feeling she knew what Casey was about to say and she didn't like it.
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"Well, you know last night when we all got drunk." Munch's attempt and hiding his grin and failed miserably.
"Yeah, what happened?" Elliot asked, very aware of where this conversation was headed.
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"Well, I thought you might know at least something about what happened but obviously you don't." Casey sighed.
"Spill Casey." Olivia frowned.
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"It all started with a game of "spin the bottle"…" Munch rolled his eyes.
"And…"
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"You know how I can get kind of childish when I'm drunk?" Casey asked.
"Yeah…What did you do Casey?" Olivia now had no idea where this conversation was going.
"Well, I sort of suggested that we play "spin the bottle" for a bit of fun and well…" Casey shifted in her chair.
"Casey…" Olivia said in her warning tone.
"It was Elliot's go…"
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"It was your go Elliot and…"
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"You guys sort of kissed."
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"What!?" Olivia was shocked, this couldn't be happening.
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"You're funny Munch, really funny." Elliot half laughed nervously.
"I'm not kidding Elliot. You guy's kissed." Munch was grinning his head off.
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"Seriously, Liv; you and Elliot kissed and it wasn't just one of those "you're my best friend and we playing spin the bottle so I'll just kiss you for fun" kisses. It wasn't even one of those "You're my best friend and I love you for it" kisses. This was one of those "I'm head-over-heels in love with you and I can't go another minute without your lips pressed on to mine because this is undying, forever going, sitting in rocking chairs, we're gonna grow old together, I'll always be yours, true love" kisses." Casey took a deep breath and let it go again, waiting for Olivia's reaction.
"What?" Olivia was dumbstruck.
"You guy's are in love Olivia." Casey sighed.
"Does Elliot know…about the kiss I mean."
"He should do by now." Casey was grinning at the way Olivia was so uncharacteristically flustered.
"Uh…Um…I-I-uh…I gotta go." Olivia quickly got up and left the office.
Olivia had to debate about whether to go straight home or to the precinct first. The precinct won – only because she left her keys in her bag which was currently under her desk.
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"It was probably just a "you're my best friend" kiss. Nothing to get so psyched about." Elliot shrugged his shoulders.
"No, Elliot. This was serious. I mean, you guys are in love for Christ's sake!!" Munch exclaimed.
"As if we are." Elliot tried to feign ignorance to a detective and it wasn't working very well.
"Elliot. Think about it: I know, you know, she knows, Casey knows, the whole damn precinct knows. Hell, the waitress at that bloody diner asked me the other day if you guy's were together!" Munch was exasperated to say the least.
"You know, I really need to get these DD5's done." Elliot turned back to his paper work and began filling out more reports…well, he was attempting to.
Eventually he gave up. He stood and started getting his things together. Elliot walked over the elevator and hit the "down" button. He leant against the wall and waited for the 'ding'. It came after about two minutes of waiting. Elliot turned only to walk straight into somebody.
"Oh fuck, sorry." Elliot stepped back again.
"No, no; my fault." Olivia rubbed her forehead where it collided with the man's chin.
"Err…Olivia?" Elliot avoided her eyes. He figured she already knew from Casey.
"Err…Elliot…Hi." Olivia shifted uncomfortably.
Hahahahahahaha...
God, I love pissing people off.
If you would like to read more on the awkward conversation/feelings/awkwardness between our fine television/internetty friends then I suggest you review.
Lots of fuzzy love,
xXBlissfulCursesXx
P.S. I'm seeing "Good Charlotte" live with my bestfriend in... 6 DAYS!!! Omg!! I'm so psyched!!
I seriously can't wait...sorry guys, I just had to gloat a bit!!
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