"Marijuana prohibition has done far more harm to far more people than marijuana ever could" -William F. Buckley, Jr.

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5:00 pm Still Monday

The squad room was quite empty; only Fin, Munch and Olivia were there. All assistants, Elliot, Cragen and the court defenders were nonexistent.

Munch nodded at Fin from his half of the desk, Fin nodded back. He got up and slowly made his way to Olivia at her desk.

"May I speak with you in private?" He asked softly, though for no reason really since Munch was the only guy there and it was his idea.

Olivia followed Fin to an empty office- luckily it wasn't an interrogation room, though it wasn't any Ritz Carlton.

"Yes. It's true."

Fin frowned, "I haven't said anything yet."

"I know! But I know you know."

"How do you know I know?" He continued frowning.

"I knew the minute you and your twin asked about the hickeys!"

He kept silent a minute, was it worth the fight? No. "Ok, I know."

"Yeah. So?" She asked slumping down into a chair, "What do you think?"

"Are you kidding? There's been a bet going on since before I even got on this team. There's been a bet going since Jeffries was here. It's about fucking time!"

"You approve?"

"Stay low, don't have sex in the restroom and stop gazing at each other. You'll be fine."

"Excuse me, ahem, I do not gaze."

He smiled, "I wish you both good luck."

"Hey, Fin. Since you know now and since you're going to tell Munch, you both are invited to have dinner with Elliot and I at his place tomorrow night."

"Dinner as in napkin and fork or finger food and soda?"

"The latter with an extra element."

"Element?"

Olivia smiled and tilted her head, "do you Mary Jane?"

9:00 pm the End of Monday

Olivia turned over in bed beside Elliot with a happy dopey smile. He kissed her forehead a few times.

"You know," she rubbed up against him, "I haven't gone home in three days. Glad I don't have any cats."

Elliot held her tight for a minute, then eased next to her comfortably.

"Are you too tired?" he asked.

"Too tired to sleep with you or too tired to smoke another bowl?"

"The first one and the second one, both."

"How 'bout we do them at the same time." She smirked.

"Is that possible?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know. I'm just making stuff up," she laughed and reached for her small pipe on the side table.

"Oh," she took in her hit, "I invited Munch and Fin over tomorrow," she let the smoke out.

"They know?" He asked a bit startled.

"Oh yeah, they know. They've been betting on it since Day One apparently."

TBC