A/N: Yes, I updated again already! What can I say, I got a really awesome review from someone last time (not a ridiculously overflattering one, though goodness knows those are enjoyable to my ego) but just a really, really awesome one, and it got me moving on getting this one finished extra super fast! Kristy6, thank you, and hopefully you like this one too... Everyone else, I hope you like it too, and as always, please r+r, and maybe I'll get the next one out in double-quick time too!

'Gerard, I'm really sorry about how Elliot behaved yesterday. I don't know what came over him.' Olivia rolled onto her front and rested her head against his chest.

Gerard snorted. 'I do. He's jealous.' He smiled and kissed her. 'He's jealous that I have you and he doesn't.' He put his arm around her and began to stroke her shoulders.

Olivia smiled doubtfully. 'Sure.'

'Seriously, if I had to look at you every day and know that I could never have you...' He trailed off and stroked her hair. Suddenly his voice changed. 'But that son of a bitch needs to watch himself if he doesn't back the fuck off, I swear to God...'

'Hey. Gerard. Calm down.' She smiled up at him and stroked his chest. 'He will, he just needs some time to get over himself. We've been friends for years, and I know him. This is just how he is.'

Gerard carried on stroking her hair, but Olivia felt him tighten his grip on her shoulder. 'If he doesn't back the fuck off soon, then I'll fucking well make him.'

Olivia laughed. 'No offence, but you do know he used to be in the Marines, right?' She pulled herself up and lay across his chest, the side of her head tucked under his chin. 'You don't have anything to worry about. It's you I chose, Gerard, not him.' She took his hand and interlocked her fingers with his. 'He just needs to get used to that.'

'Hmmmm.' Gerard sounded distracted. He began to run his hand up and down her bare back. 'You know, it doesn't come down to strength or brawn, Olivia. It comes down to brains and ingenuity.'

'It does?'

She felt him nod. 'It's easy. Make them think they're in charge. Make them think they're the smart one. Figure out their weakness, everyone has one.'

'Wow, you'd make a really good supervillain, you know that?'

Gerard laughed and kissed the top of her head, wrapping both arms around her back and pulling her tightly against him. 'Only if I could have you to be my sidekick.'

She looked up and pouted at him. 'Why do I have to be the sidekick?'

He raised his eyebrows at her. 'Well, you just said I was the supervillain. When is the supervillain ever somebody's sidekick?'

'Oh, yeah.' Olivia thought about it. 'Maybe we could just be equal partners in evil.'

'Nope. I'm the supervillain.' Gerard was clearly trying not to laugh. 'Plus...' He paused and ran the tip of his index finger slowly down her spine. 'You are way, way too sexy to be a supervillain...'

She looked up at him and smiled. 'Oh, I am, am I?'

'Definitely.' He tightened his arms around her back and kissed her hard on the mouth, moving down the side of her neck to her shoulder. 'Far, far too sexy...'

'Gerard...' Olivia stifled a laugh and pushed him away. 'I have to be at work in 45 minutes...'

Gerard sighed. 'Fine... I can still do this though, right?' He wrapped his arms around her again and kissed her.

'Oh yes...' Olivia smiled and kissed the side of his neck. 'That you can do...'

'God, you'd make such a sexy sidekick, Olivia...' He slid his hand down and began to stroke the small of her back. 'I can just imagine you in the outfit...'

Olivia smiled and kissed him again. 'I still don't see why I have to be the sidekick.'

'All the best sidekicks are sexy, I mean there's Fred and Daphne, James Bond and whichever girl he's banging, Superman and Lois Lane...'

'Batman and Robin?' Olivia raised one eyebrow at him.

'Good point.' Gerard made a face. 'But I should still be the supervillain. I have all the evil ingenuity. Did I ever tell you that I was a massive nerd at school?'

She laughed. 'No! What were you, a maths geek?'

'Please, do I look like a calculator freak to you? Nah, I was all about making things. I used to love taking things like the radio apart to see how they worked.' He paused. 'Of course, it was still a couple of years before I was good enough at it to figure out how they all went back together properly.'

'Wow, your mother must have loved that.'

'Nah, Ma was pretty cool. Though the time she caught me messing around with the new telly she gave me a good hiding.' He smiled. 'Then I started taking old bits and bobs apart and making new things with the pieces. I remember when I was about ten how me and my brothers made a kind of burglar alarm outside our house by tying a piece of fishing line across the gate so anyone coming in would trip it. We got the alarm part from a kid's toy someone had dumped in the field behind our house, so whenever anyone came knocking they'd suddenly be hearing loud cow noises coming from the bush by the gate. Now, that got some funny looks, I'll tell you that much.'

Olivia burst out laughing. 'So... you're an evil supervillain who terrifies his foes into submission by playing farm animal noises at them?'

'What, you got a better idea?'

Olivia smiled. 'Well, Elliot always used to say-' She caught herself when she felt Gerard's hands tighten uncomfortably on her back. Shit. 'I'm sorry, I-'

'What the fuck is it that this guy has, Olivia?' He pushed her off, got up and started to get dressed. 'Feeding me all this crap about how you chose me, not him? I swear, if I find out you've been screwing him-'

'No, no, it's not that, we're-'

Gerard interrupted her, 'You know, Olivia, you've never really done much or said much when we're in bed. I mean, sometimes you'll make little noises but there's never any unrestrained cries, and no screaming my name at the top of your lungs. There's no... honest-to-God, uninhibited passion with you.' He paused. 'Now that would be OK. Maybe that's just you. We both know you can be a bit of a cold fish, so maybe you're just not one for wild passion. That is, except for once.'

He paused, and Olivia felt her stomach turn over.

'Do you remember that one night, Olivia, where we were on the couch in your apartment? You had your eyes squeezed shut - which, by the way, you ALWAYS do - and I don't know what it was, maybe your mind just...' - he spat angrily - 'WANDERED for a moment, but suddenly, like you never had before and never have since, you grabbed onto me and pushed my face down into the side of your neck and pressed yourself against me and held on like... And I thought, wow. Wow.' He smiled bitterly at her. 'Then you cried 'oh Elliot, Elliot, oh, oh, Elliot.' He paused again. 'So, Olivia, don't you fucking dare try and tell me that you're just friends.'

'Gerard, I promise you Elliot and I just friends. I don't know... why that happened, but believe me, it didn't mean anything, it must have just been a freak thing,' said Olivia desperately. She pulled the sheet around her, jumped out of bed and grabbed his arm. 'We work together. Seriously, there's nothing more to it than that, Gerard, I promise.'

He brushed her hand off and stared at her coldly. 'There better not be.'

A/N: OK, that's it for now guys... send me a review or two if you like it, or even if you don't, and maybe it'll get the next one done even sooner! (the E/O is coming. I promise. There's like one more chapter before it, and then it's pretty constant for the rest of it. Trust me. You'll enjoy it.)