A/N: Doctor Peterson, I presume? Nope. Guess again, folks. And we meet the man that Cragen sent to help.
DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf, the lucky man, owns the characters. TStabler© owns everything else: narrative, dialogue and storyline.
Elliot and Olivia walked toward the man in white, in the lobby, who was waiting for them. Olivia squinted, trying to recognize him, but she had no idea who the hell this guy was.
"Mr. McGuire," the man said, holding out his hand. "I'm ready when you are. We can go to your room, or we have a…"
"Yeah. Our room." Elliot led the man in white to the elevator, making sure Olivia was behind them, and cleared his throat. "Call me Clark. This is my wife, Lois."
"Pleased to meet you," the man in white said, stepping into the lift. The ride was silent, tense. The doors opened and they walked briskly to their hotel room, Elliot swiping his key and pushing open the door. "Okay, there aren't any mics, but there's cameras everywhere." He took off his jacket and got on the bed, face down. "Act like a chiropractor."
"Odofin Tutuola," the man said, pushing down on Elliot's spine. They heard a nice cracking sound as Elliot groaned.
"Um, God bless you?" Olivia said, sarcastically.
He chuckled. "That's my name. You can call me 'Fin'. Cragen sent me in after an eyewitness from the last seminar came forward. She was in the in house all morning with a sketch artist, and when Cragen saw the finished product, he recognized the person in the sketch and flipped. He knew you two were in trouble so he sent me in to, uh, watch your back."
"Could you watch it a little gentler?" Elliot said, as Fin cracked another part of his back. Olivia laughed. "Hey, you keep chuckling over there and I'll give you something to laugh about," Elliot threatened.
"I'd like to see you try it, Stabler," she spat back.
Fin laughed. "Cragen wasn't kiddin' when he said you two had tension issues." There was a loud knock on the door and they all froze. "I'll get it," Olivia said, walking over. "Be cool guys, you have done this before, haven't you?" she asked with a smirk. She answered the door as Elliot and Fin kept talking.
"So, you two are to avoid the good doctor at all costs. I'll be tailing you from a distance, making sure she doesn't get too close, and we just have to hope we catch her before she gets her hands on you," Fin declared.
"She? You mean 'he.' I think you're mis…" Elliot was interrupted when the door slammed.
Olivia came back into the room. "We don't have to hope," she said. "We have a therapy session with Doctor Peterson's assistant." She held up a letter from Dr. Peterson.
"Oh, wonderful," Elliot said, sitting up and rolling his neck. "Are we gonna be the victims, here?" Fin shook his head. "Nah, man. There's a package at the front desk for you, Benson. New earrings. The left one is a bug. I'll be listening to everything. If you're in any kind of danger, I'll get you out of it. But, if it's only a therapy session, with an assistant, it shouldn't be dangerous, right?"
Olivia had just finished putting her earrings in when the door in front of them swung open. "Hello. You must be the McGuires," a clinical looking redhead said.
Elliot nodded and held out his hand. "Clark. My wife, Lo…"
"I can introduce myself, thanks," Olivia said, snapping. "Lois."
"Well," the redheaded woman said, raising her eyebrows, "We clearly have some things to work on. Come in, please?"
They stepped inside, looked around, and they both noticed the blinking red light in the corners of the room, the cameras. They glanced at each other and Olivia raised her eyebrow. Why the man behind this whole thing would want to watch them fight was beyond her. Her heart gave a thud when she noticed there weren't any chairs in the room. No furniture at all. Just the single chair the redhead was sitting on. "So, we're just supposed to stand here and talk?"
"Well, for now. I'll be giving you suggestions and instructions momentarily. First things first, Mr. and Mrs. McGuire. When did the fighting start?" the redhead picked up a notebook and sat back in the chair.
Olivia scoffed. This one was easy. "The moment we met." Elliot looked at her, wide-eyed. What the hell was she doing, telling the truth?
"Do you know why that is, Lois?" the redhead asked, scribbling something in her notebook.
"Yeah," Olivia said, glaring at Elliot. The direct quote from her file was etched into her memory. "God gave him a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to operate one at a time. I couldn't have a decent conversation with him, because all he wanted to do was…"
"That is not fair," Elliot yelled. "Don't pin that on me. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. The fact that we couldn't fucking do anything about it is what made us both angry, not my lack of conversation skills."
"We could have done something about it if someone's moral compass didn't always face fucking true goddamn North!" Olivia seethed.
Elliot scoffed. "Forgive me for wanting you to be something special, something real! I'm so sorry I didn't want to treat you like a whore, Liv! Lois!" Elliot mentally cursed himself. This had just become too real for his liking.
The redhead smirked. "Okay, calm down." The therapist glanced at the both of them. "So, your relationship has always been tempestuous, hostile, a bit tense. Maybe a little more thought would have done you both some good? Try this." The redhead put the notebook down and leaned forward. "Clark, look at your wife." Elliot turned to face Olivia. "Lois, this won't work if you don't look at him, too." Olivia rolled her eyes. She couldn't look at him. That fight felt real. She bit her lip and looked at Elliot. "Take two steps toward each other," the redhead demanded. "And kiss."
"I'm sorry, what?" Olivia said, snapping her head toward the redhead. "Why the hell would I want to kiss him right now? What kind of therapy are you…"
The redhead sat forward a bit more and held up her hand. "Clearly, there is a lot of passion between the two of you; you just need a more productive outlet. If you let those emotions out in affectionate, physical ways instead of fighting, then this would be a perfect partnership."
"Partnership?" Elliot asked, raising an eyebrow.
The redhead nodded. "That's what marriage is, isn't it? I really need the two of you to kiss."
Olivia exhaled slowly, faced Elliot and looked into his eyes. She wanted to kiss him. She'd been dying to kiss him since they stopped kissing earlier in the afternoon. Now, though, she had a fellow detective listening and Morales at the lab watching. This was going to be one very real kiss that they hoped would look fake. "Okay, Clark. Let's see if you still make me weak in the knees, huh?" she said, smirking.
Elliot smirked and pulled her toward him, slowly, he looked into her eyes, ran his hand over her head, through her hair, down the side of her face. She got chills. She reached up, touched her palm to his cheek and pulled him gently to her, letting her eyes flutter closed as their lips melted together. Their tongues touched lightly, then they meshed together into a tumult of passionate swirls and tangles. Just watching this kiss would make people fall in love. Elliot wrapped his arms around Olivia, running one hand through her hair over and over again. Olivia clung to him, holding him as if she'd never let go. She never wanted to.
The redheaded therapist got out of her seat and walked over to the kissing couple, circled them like a hawk, and Elliot heard a soft whisper in his ear. "Touch her," the redhead said. He heard her, he gasped into Olivia's mouth, but he didn't move, he stayed where he was, kept kissing her, and part of him heard the squeak and click of the door opening and closing. "You know you want to touch her," the redhead whispered again. It was true, he did, more than anything. He was so tempted to reach out, under her dress and do what the woman asked him to, told him to, but he couldn't. Not when he knew the risks. Even if IAB would think they were acting, the sick fuck who was watching the tape wouldn't. He would know the truth. He walked Olivia over to the wall, still kissing her, the greatest kiss they'd ever shared, and he ran a hand down the side of her body. He angled his own in such a way that it blocked any view of her, and he pulled his lips away from hers. "Fin," he whispered into her ear, "We're getting into something here. A little help would be great."
"What?" Olivia asked, still holding onto him. "What's going on?"
"Just, play along. She, uh, told me to touch you." Elliot kissed her again and moved his hands up her thighs, hiking up her dress, he slid a hand underneath the black material and he could feel the heat, the temptation rising right along with the warmth. He rested his hand on her inner thigh and she bucked her hips. He heard the door open and close again and he heard footsteps behind him.
"No, Elliot, I said, touch her," a male voice barked. He, then, grabbed Elliot's hand and moved it up, forcing him to press into Olivia's soaked, silk panties. She moaned as Elliot ripped his mouth away from hers to see who had just invaded their personal space. "Now, fucking touch her. Don't try anything, either. As you can see, my gun's already aimed," the man said with a laugh.
"Cassidy," Olivia said, trying to get over the shock of Elliot's rough, yet pleasing, touch.
Cassidy laughed. "Oh, no, Benson. Here, it's Doctor Peterson."
Morales ran into the bullpen, with a portable monitor. "Captain Cragen!" he yelled.
Cragen turned around from his spot near Elliot's desk and paled. "What happened?"
"This isn't good. We need to send someone else out there, now. I can't find a live feed. I don't have a visual on Elliot and Olivia, meaning they're in a room that I haven't tapped into, or that isn't being filmed. I do, however, have one of Fin. Cassidy tried to get into Benson and Stabler's room. Fin was there, he confronted him, but Cassidy, somehow, knew who he was. He knocked him out. He's been lying on the floor of their room for fifteen minutes. If Elliot and Olivia are in trouble…"
"Cassidy? What the hell is he doing there?" Munch asked. "He's in on it, too?"
"Shit," Cragen said. "Munch, call them. We're fifteen minutes ahead of time, but this is important," he demanded.
Elliot gulped when his phone rang. "I need to get that," he said. "It could be my wife."
"You're not answering shit, Stabler," Cassidy said with a laugh. "It's not your wife." Cassidy poked Olivia in the head with the barrel of his gun and said, "I'm waiting."
The redhead had departed, locking the door behind her, and now Elliot and Olivia were being forced into something that, though they knew they both wanted, just wasn't right anymore. Why wasn't Fin coming to help them? Elliot saw the gun pressed to Olivia's head, but when he looked at her face he didn't see fear. Not in her eyes, not in her expression. She was smirking, an evil, hateful smirk, and glaring at Cassidy. This woman had some serious steel nerves. She rolled her head back to face Elliot and grinned. "Those cameras don't work."
"What?" Elliot asked. "How do you…"
"Do you think he'd be stupid enough to come in here, hold us at gunpoint, make us do this, if he knew that the tech guys had probably tapped into his system? If he knew he'd be on tape, at all? He's a detective, Elliot," Olivia said. "He'd never be dumb enough to leave behind that kind of evidence."
Cassidy frowned. "Smart girl. So, you got nothin' on me, no proof. Why the hell are you smiling?"
"She's smiling," Elliot said, "Because now, we know we're not being taped, either." He grabbed the silk that his hand had been resting on, yanked it off of her, and she yelped.
Cassidy's eyes widened, his mouth fell open and the hand that had been holding the gun to Olivia's head dropped to his side in shock. "What the hell?"
"Do we give him a show before we kill him?" Olivia asked.
Elliot smirked. "I have wanted to do this all fucking day," he said with a wicked grin. He threw her up against the wall and kissed her, watching out of the corner of his eye, as Cassidy turned white.
"No answer," Munch said, slamming the phone down. "We need to go."
"Morales, you call me if you find them on any of those cameras." Cragen grabbed his coat and led Munch out of the room. They raced to the hotel, siren blaring and lights flashing. They asked where Mr. and Mrs. McGuire were and the receptionist pointed down the hall, where a long line of people were waiting for their couples' session.
The door was kicked open ten minutes later. Cragen found Elliot and Olivia pointing their guns at Cassidy, who was bent over in pain.
"What the hell happened?" Cragen asked.
Elliot shrugged. "Doctor Peterson, here, tried to get me and Lois to reconcile by having sex up against the wall."
"We stunned him a little, made him think we were actually gonna do it, then I kicked him. Stilettos make great weapons. Clark has great taste in shoes," Olivia said with a chuckle.
Cragen holstered his weapon, then walked over to Cassidy and picked him up. Munch cuffed him and read him his rights. "Not that I'm not proud of you two, but Cassidy's not Doctor Peterson. According to the witness we interviewed, the real doctor is a woman."
"Oh, that's why Fin…wait, where is Fin?" Elliot asked.
"Passed out on your bed," Cragen said. "Cassidy hit him in the head with his gun when he went looking for you. This woman's gunning for you two. You're in deep shit."
Olivia shrugged and put her hands on her hips. "Who is it?"
Cragen shook his head and sighed, then looked back up at Elliot. "Kathy."
A/N: Oh, boy! So, now they're really going to have to avoid temptation, knowing she'll be watching! Is she in the hotel? Will they find her? Review if you'd like to know!
