"Listen here." Elliot growled at Olivia, steely eyes burning through her. Their female suspect just watched in the interrogation room, confused by their dynamic.
"I am sick of feminazis like you," he pointed at her. "And you!" He pointed at the suspect. "Ganging up on good, strong, men like me!" He raised a hand toward Olivia and she slapped him. The suspect stared.
He grabbed her arm and yanked her toward him, spit dribbling down his chin. "You get your freaking hands off of me." Olivia seethed. She wrenched free and Elliot stalked past her, out the door and slamming it behind it.
The interrogation room was silent before the suspect spoke. "You... Really stuck up to him." She said after a long moment. Olivia raked a hand through her hair.
"Just like you did," she responded breathlessly. "To all those Johns?"
Elliot and Cragen watched from the window, both smirking. "You guys are spooky good at being dysfunctional. I almost went in there." Cragen commented. Elliot grunted.
"I hate being the asshole, though." Said Elliot. "Now I'm buying dinner tonight."