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So, -HiGhLaNd8- and Sand n' Sable, this chapter is for you guys! Really. If I didn't getting any reviews I would have left this as a one shot.

Disclaimer- It's pretty obvious I own nothing because Liv and Elliot haven't kissed, yet.

Olivia sighed deeply and her partner peered over his mountain of paperwork and looked at her.

"Yes Ms. Benson?" He asked.

"I need caffeine." She complained, ignoring his nickname and ran her hands through her hair.

"I made coffee." John said, joining the conversation. Olivia made a face at the suggestion.

"That's the problem, you made it." Fin said and his partner glared at him.

"How come if everyone hates my coffee so much, they continue to let me make it?"

"Starbucks John, Starbucks." Olivia sighed. She stood up and made her way to Cragen's office to drop off a paper, the entire walk she could feel her partners eyes on her ass. But what's new?

"Oh don't get me started! You know, one of these days-"

"Speaking of Starbucks, I guess I'll make a coffee run. Who wants what?" Elliot declared, interrupting Munch's rant about big name companies and how they were connected to the government and planned on killing everybody.

"Carmel frappuccino." Fin answered.

"Same as my partner, only no whipped crème"

"I thought you didn't like Starbucks," Fin questioned his partner.

"I need caffeine." He shrugged his shoulders. They all did.

"And you?" Elliot asked Olivia who was walking back from Cragen's office.

"Double chocolaty chip frappuccino, with espresso and extra whipped cream!" She said cheerily, excited at the thought of coffee.

"Of course Liv," He teased a little before shooting her a wink and walking to the elevator. Feeling a warm crimson dart across her face, she hoped her colleagues didn't see what he did. It was bad enough half the squad already thought they hooked up. More than once.

I got a lot to say to you. Yeah, I got a lot to say. I noticed your eyes are always glued to me. Keeping them here. And it makes no sense at all

Sighing, she layed her head on her desk and waited for her partner.

He returned later and disturbed Olivia from her thoughts.

"Olivia! Your drink!" He called out for about the 3rd time and finally got her attention.

"Huh? Oh sorry I was just thinking. But uh thanks." She gave a sheepish smile and took her drink, "wait, they didn't give me my extra whipped crème! Or did you just forget to ask?"

"Forgot, sorry. But here let me see." He took her frappuccino and opened the lid. Then scooped the whipped crème from his drink (they got the same, as usual) and added it to hers.

"Here," he slid it back to her with a grin.

"Thanks," she shot him a thankful smile and blushed a little. He grinned inside at how for once, she didn't object to something like that.

"So what were you lost in thought about? Obviously not your paperwork." He pointed to the mountain of written hell which still sat on her desk.

"Oh just nothing much." You and how you flirt with me and stare at my ass and it drives me crazy because there's nothing I can do, she thought. And how even though it pisses me off so much that I cant do anything about it, I wouldn't trade it for the world, this "being wanted" feeling.

They taped over your mouth. Scribbled out the truth with their lies. Your little spies. They taped over your mouth. Scribbled out the truth with their lies. Your little spies

And my crush on you, she added to her thoughts.

Crush crush crush crush crush(Two, three, four!)

"Oh really? Is that all?" He teased.

"All that you need to know." She said back and shot him a wicked grin. He chuckled lightly to himself.

"Are you sure you cant share what's running through that pretty, little head of yours?" She blushed a deep red. There was no way in hell he needed to know what she was thinking.

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. Just the one two of us, who's counting on. That never happens. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than this

"Positive."

"Do you swear?"

"I swear on my life Elliot." She rolled her eyes and grinned.

"So if you just die in, about 5 minutes or so…"

"Shut up!" She laughed.

"Can you at least write them down, just in case? I mean it wont matter if I know, you would be dead."

"El, face it. I'm not telling you what I'm thinking about, although I'm sure you would find it interesting."

"Really? He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah, promise." She took a sip of her drink and stood up but first gave her partner a small wink. She made sure she walked a little slower and sexier because she knew he was watching her. You know, just to mess with him.

If you want to play it like a game. Well, come on, come on, let's play. Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending. Than have to forget you for one whole minute

They taped over your mouth. Scribbled out the truth with their lies. Your little spies. They taped over your mouth. Scribbled out the truth with their lies. Your little spies.

Crush crush crush crush crush(Two, three, four!)

Elliot felt heat rise through him and mentally kicked himself for starting a flirting war with his partner, she always won. But at the same time, he didn't wanted to take it back. They both knew they other enjoyed it, so where's the harm in that? But he knew the answer. Accidentally taking it too far. And the wedding ring on his Catholic finger made that situation 10 times worse.

Olivia returned and gasped, "look I'm still alive Elliot!" She smirked.

"I still wana know."

"M-hmm." She gave him a wicked grin and contained her paperwork. And I kinda want you to know, she thought in her mind.

Rock and roll, baby. Don't you know that we're all alone now?. I need something to sing about. Rock and roll, hey. Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?I need something to sing about. Rock and roll, hey. Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? Give me something to sing about

After about 10 minutes of silence, Olivia and Elliot looked up from their paperwork at the same time and she knew he was about to say something. But Cragen's voiced boomed, announcing a rape victim at Mercy. Flirting faces were gone, game faces on and they cleared their minds of previous thoughts. They were needed.

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. Just the one-two of us, who's counting on. That never happens. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than. No, oh. Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. Just the one-two of us, who's counting on. That never happens. I guess I'm dreaming again. Let's be more than. ore than this. Oooh oh oh oh Oooh...


I do not own the song, Crushcrushcrush, Paramore does. (Do you know how many of their songs scream EO? Its pretty epic.)

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