I only own the girl no one else...

He was surprised to find her already there when he arrived. She was near bouncing with energy, so it was obvious any lingering symptoms of a hangover were gone. As they went inside and he registered her as his guest, she explained the types of people her "actress" sister hung out with and how silly it was of her to take her eyes and hands off her own drink. Stabler could only agree, whenever he managed to get a word in edgewise.

"Did you guzzle energy drinks on your way here or something?" He raised his eyebrows as she continued to bounce from one foot to another just off the grappling mat-their agreed upon choice of workout.

She chuckled, "I may have binged on a chocolate energy bar and a grande chai tea, which is jam packed with caffeine." She smiled at his expression, "Don't worry I'm not about to spontaneously combust. I'll just be a more energetic partner than I normally would've been. Goodness if you'd tried me out earlier today I would've just keeled over right here and said it was over. Take your victory, do your winners dance, and have a ball."

Elliot chuckled at her words, both stretching out. He hit the treadmill for a warm up while she opted for the rowing machine. They'd agreed on a twenty minute warm-up then a good twenty minute grappling match with another twenty minute cool down. He had actually been surprised when she suggested it, asking with with a sly smile if he knew how. When he'd asked her how she knew she just waved off his question with a remark about brothers and male cousins. He supposed he'd have to be happy with that for now, since that was all she was giving him.

"So Stabler you ready to get your ass kicked?" She boasted when they came back together for their match.

Elliot raised his eyebrows, "Who says I'm the one going down?"

She just laughed as she readied herself, her eyes trained on Elliot as he too readied himself in front of her. He was surprised when she immediately went for a clinch hold and was impressed when she easily evaded his single leg sweep. She retaliated with another clinch hold, this time actually getting him into a collar-tie clinch hold. He responded with a double collar tie, sweeping with his leg to trip her. She went down, though he got the distinct feeling that she did it on purpose. He was correct in his assumption because once she was on her back she used a spider guard with her feet suddenly on his shoulder to push him off and away from her, snapping back up into a standing position with great ease.

"I see you've definitely had training," he smiled at her as they circled, "Seriously, how do you know how to grapple like this?"

She shrugged, "My father was in the military and having two daughters and three sons he opted to make sure we all knew how to defend ourselves." When he suddenly went for a clinch hold of his own she swerved out of the way and somehow got him into a bear hold, using the momentum of their bodies to take him down to the side, her landing on his back. "And believe me it comes in handy working with acute mental clients with anger issues."

She quickly moved to get into a back mount position and Elliot knew he had to work fast before she hooked her legs under his. He pushed with his arms and used his strength to push until they rolled over. She got one leg hooked and was working on the other, Elliot quickly exposing his neck in efforts to unhook her legs. He almost had to use a Figure 4 against her, which they both knew could result in her injury, however he managed to unhook her leg and rolled out of the hold. They were both breathing heavily by now, both covered in a sheen of sweat.

He supported himself by his arms and used a leg sweep to try to get her off guard but she rolled out of the way and came after him with an overhook clinch hold, throwing her arms over his and squeezing, pushing with her legs to try to get him to go down. Elliot quickly retaliated with an underhook which his used to bring her arms up over her head. She glared at him as he pushed and she fell back onto her back. Elliot struggled into a low mount position, his legs on either side of her thighs his arms leaning forward to pin her shoulders.

"I take it you work in the mental health field?" He asked while he effectively pinned her, or so he thought.

She thrust her hips up and to the side, wiggling a hand down to his thigh, using her momentum and hand to bridge enough space to wiggle one of her legs free. He groaned when she crossed this leg over his torso, exerting tension and weight into a half guard until she managed to move him off to her side, wiggling her other leg free into open guard. He quickly struggled to get into a side mount but she moved until they were in a north-south mount, his head over her chest, her head under his. They paused here, him trying to keep her pinned, her judging how to get out.

"Yes, I have for the past five years. I do group therapy and generally monitor the clients," her breathing made her chest brush his face and so he turned his face to the side to allow her more...privacy, "basically get paid to hang out with the crazies."

She suddenly moved and Elliot had to impressed with her flexibility when she reached up with her legs, hooked the tips of her feet under his shoulders and used the element of surprise to pull her head free and ended up perched on his back, yet again. He really had to watch out for her back mounts. He didn't allow her enough time to get settled though, he rolled over and found a pressure point in her legs to use against her enough to get out of the hold. She was glaring and rubbing her leg when he turned to face her again.

"Only pansy boys use pressure points." She stuck her tongue out at him as she stood and rolled her neck.

Elliot laughed, "I'll willingly admit that you are good enough to make me a 'pansy boy.'"

She grinned and "primped" her hair in response, eliciting a chuckle from them both. Before she could get her guard back up he went for a double leg takedown and had to smile at the surprised yelp that she made when he had her on her back, quickly going in for a high mount this time, his knees pinning her arms to her sides. He sat on her belly and was amused that he could feel her heart beat through her stomach, though he was sure if their positions were different she'd be able to feel his in a similar manner. He smiled down at her, curious as to how she was going to get out of this one.

"Amazing how much we've learned about each other in the short span of time we've been here." He feigned a bored expression as she continued to struggle, wiggling her hips up and down, side to side, trying to wriggle free of his hold.

She panted, "Yes, absolutely amazing." She sounded very sarcastic and Elliot had to laugh, though his laugh was short lived when she got one of her arms loose enough to find the same pressure point in his leg to distract him to use another spider guard, this time with her knees on his shoulders, to get him off her.

He'd barely been on his back a second when she was on him in a high mount, her knees pinning his arms to his sides. She added more by hooking her feet under his legs and pushing his shoulders into the mat by placing her hands on his shoulders. She was grinning down at him, both of them panting heavily, though both equally pleased with the match. He knew it was over now. Not only because the twenty minutes was up with his alarm ringing, but also because of her hold. It was very strong and quite good. He was already looking forward to the rematch in hopes that he'd get her in a similar position.

"This may seem elementary of me Stabler, but would you mind saying uncle or mercy?" Her eyes nearly twinkled with mirth and Elliot couldn't stop his belly laugh.

She laughed with him, though she didn't move from her dominant position. Elliot figured he'd have to say something along those lines if he ever wanted to move again. Though, the longer they lay there, the more he admitted to himself that he really didn't mind their positions. Maybe his eyes conveyed this thought, or maybe she thought it on her own, because her smile was no longer as big and she suddenly seemed very aware of their positions but in an entirely different way.

Elliot was mentally telling himself all the reasons why he shouldn't suddenly move his fingers to brush the underside of her thighs, watching her eyes widened in surprise. He grinned, repeating the gesture though this time with more emphasis. She didn't seem uncomfortable with his movements, just surprised. He could tell she was trying to decide whether or not she liked it when her eyes took on a far off look and her smile fell to a neutral position. She came back to herself when he leaned his head up as high as it could go, a few inches from hers.

He grinned, his voice husky, "Mercy."

His words didn't seem to register at first so he tipped his head to the side and raised his eyebrows in question when she still didn't move. Then she was suddenly rolling off him and standing up, her face a little flushed. Elliot got the feeling that maybe he'd overstepped his bounds and misread the moment but when she didn't accost him or demand an apology he remained silent.

"Care to hit the cycles for a cool down?" She smiled at him over her shoulder.

Elliot nodded and followed her to the bicycle machines. He had to mentally smack his hand when his eyes roamed down to check out her ass of their own accord. He did admit, before he averted his eyes, that she did have a nice ass.

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