A/N: A glimpse into the home life of Elliot and Olivia, and Fin's shooter is revealed as he heads back to work! How does the unit react to his return?

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"You made these?" Elliot asked, his mouth full of waffle.

"You sound so surprised," Olivia said, smirking.

Elliot chewed, savoring every moment, and swallowed. "You don't cook!" he declared.

Olivia chuckled. "I had an abusive, alcoholic mother, El. I spent most of my childhood cooking and cleaning, being the adult. Just because I don't cook, doesn't mean I can't."

Elliot swallowed, immediately taking another bite. "But these are amazing," he mumbled, chewing.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Olivia scolded.

"See, Dad?" Kathleen chuckled. "She really is a mother."

Dickie and Lizzie looked at each other knowingly as they ate their waffles. Maureen rolled her eyes.

Elliot nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. His eyes widened and he moaned a bit. "Good God, woman! Can you please make the coffee at work?"

Olivia chuckled. "And steal Munch's thunder?" she asked. "Come on, guys. Hurry up. We're gonna be late."

"Yeah, all right, Mom," Maureen said, sarcastically. "Gonna ask us if we did all our..."

"Did you finish your homework, Dickie?" Olivia asked, taking the words out of Maureen's mouth.

The boy looked up and simpered. "Maybe," he said, giving her the same look Elliot always gave her when he did something stupid and was trying to get out of it.

"You'll have twenty minutes before first period when we drop you off. Get it done," Olivia said, starting to clean up the dishes.

As she walked into the kitchen, Maureen leaned over to her father. "Can we keep her?" she asked.

"We are totally keeping her," Elliot said, rolling his eyes in pleasure as he bit into another bite of waffle.

With the kids fed, washed, and dropped off at school, Elliot and Olivia drove to the station house, parked, and Elliot turned off the car. Olivia had her fingers on the handle, but he stopped her.

"Liv," Elliot said, grabbing her arm, "Wait a minute. Come here a sec," he said, pulling her toward him.

"What are you ---" She was cut off when his lips crashed into hers. Her hand, with a mind of its own, reached up, landing on the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Elliot's hands ran down her body, resting on her lower back, pulling her tightly to him, taking her as far as she could go over the center console of the car.

The smacking of lips, soft moans, light chuckles, and gnashing together of teeth and tongues filtered through the car in delicious surround-sound as the kiss went on. Finally, finding it hard to breathe, Olivia pulled back. "Why would you do that before we have to go in there and, for the next fifteen hours, act like there's nothing going on between us?"

Elliot chuckled. "That's why, baby," he said. "I'm not gonna be able to touch you in an 'unprofessional' manner until we're done. And you know, that could be a while. It could be days, Liv."

"Are you trying to piss me off?" Olivia asked.

Elliot chuckled again, and pulled her back in for another kiss. There was a hard knock on Elliot's window, breaking the two apart.

Fin smirked, evilly, at them through the glass and waved his fingers before heading into the station.

"Holy shit," Olivia gasped.

"Yeah," Elliot muttered as he nodded, "He's not supposed to be here yet."

Olivia slid her arms off of Elliot's neck and said, "Kinda ruined the moment." She opened her door, and barreled into the precinct, with Elliot not far behind her.

Six hours into their day, working on an internet porn case, Elliot was leaning over Olivia's shoulder, watching as she expertly hacked into several secure sites. He was about to tell her how amazing she was when he got hit, for the tenth time, with a paperclip.

"Fin," Elliot barked. "Cut it the fuck out!"

Fin smirked, turning it into a sneer as Elliot glared at him.

"Got him," Olivia said, clicking a link. "Our perp's handle is 'PhantomOfTheTinMan'."

"Can you find out who it is?" Cragen asked, folding his arms, still stunned at the fact that Olivia could work through computers as easily as tying her shoes.

Olivia chuckled. "Cap, Elliot's twins could probably find that out. It's kid's stuff." She typed frantically, clicking the mouse twice, and a pop-up window opened. "Oh, my God," she said, her eyes frozen to the screen.

"Son of a bitch," Elliot spat.

"What?" Munch said, excited.

Elliot turned Olivia's screen around and said, "Brian Cassidy."

"That prick shot me!" Fin cried, getting out of his seat. "I thought you were supposed to collar him for..."

"We got busy," Cragen said, narrowing his eyes.

Elliot shook his head and grabbed his keys. "We should get Tucker. Cassidy's still with Narc..."

"No, he's not," Fin said, chuckling. "Anonymous tip to Barton in Narcotics got the bastard kicked off the squad for sellin' and usin' instead of loggin' the evidence," he said with a smug smile on his face.

Elliot scoffed and shook his head, resting his hands on his hips. Annoyed and a bit angry he said, "Anonymous my ass. Man, you just love making false accusations..."

"Hey!" Fin yelled. "It was true! They tested him," he declared. "I lied about you, Stabler, I admitted it. Everything I said about Cassidy was true. Tucker can vouch for it."

Munch interjected, "Tucker did call Cassidy right before Fin was shot. Told him to clean out his locker."

"There's your motive," Cragen said, pointing to Elliot.

"Yeah," Elliot replied. "Now we got him for promoting child porn." He grabbed Olivia's arm gently, pulled her out of her chair, and they left the squadroom, heading to get a warrant, and then to get Brian Cassidy.

"I thought he was just a one-night stand," Elliot said, pulling up in front of Cassidy's townhouse. "And it happened at your place."

"El," Olivia said, rolling her eyes, "I only know where he lives because I hacked into his computer. Rein in the jealousy, huh?"

Elliot hummed and nodded, slamming his car door. "How would you feel if I knew where every woman I slept with lived, just off the top of my head?"

"I'd feel wonderful knowing you knew where the mother of your children and I live," Olivia laughed. "Bad example, El."

"Okay, smartass," Elliot said, chuckling, "Ring the damn bell."

Olivia rang the bell, then turned to Elliot. "I don't know where every man I've slept with lives, El."

"How long a list are we talking about?" Elliot asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't get married in high school, El," Olivia scoffed. "So it's lot more than two," she said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"How long of a list, Liv?" Elliot asked, irritated.

Olivia snickered. "You're not gonna let this go, are you?" she asked. "Nine," she finally said.

"That's lower than I expected," Elliot admitted. "I'm happy about that, don't think I'm not, but you are...you're fucking hot, okay? How could any guy keep his hands off of you?" he asked, disbelieving. "Nine? In sixteen years? Really?"

"I do have some standards, Stabler," Olivia spat, wide-eyed. She rang Cassidy's bell again, then said, "I dated a lot, El, but I didn't sleep with every man I've ever dated."

"You slept with me, though," Cassidy said, his door now open. "How ya doin', Benson?"

"Better than ever," Olivia said. "Can you step outside please?"

Cassidy smirked. "Why don't you come inside?"

"That's a bad idea, Cassidy," Elliot warned, his voice threatening.

"No one was talking to you, Stabler," Cassidy said, still looking at Olivia.

"No, but I don't like the way you're talking to or looking at my partner," Elliot said. "We really need you to step outside."

Cassidy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Is this about Fin? I shot him, okay?" he confessed. "But are you two really mad? I mean, after what he did to you, I thought I was doing you a favor, Olivia," he said. "Anyone who hurts you, they get what they deserve."

"We're not here to take you in for shooting Fin," Olivia said.

"No?" Cassidy asked. "Then why the hell are you here? I didn't rape or molest anyone under eighteen who didn't want it...desperately."

Elliot scoffed. "No, you just put their pictures up on the internet so other pervs can do that for you."

"Internet, what?" Cassidy said, raising an eyebrow.

"Cassidy," Olivia began. "We got your name, address, and credit card number off an industrial porn website," she said. "Your handle was attached to several hundred uploads, all featuring some pretty young leading ladies."

"Yeah?" Cassidy said, laughing. "Lemme guess. The Phantom one?"

Elliot and Olivia exchanged a glance, then he said, "Yeah. That one."

"You didn't do your homework," Cassidy said. "That handle belongs to the squad. It circulates. We use it to get into chat rooms and on-line drug rings. Sex crimes aren't the only dangers lurking around on the world wide web, ya know," he told them. "Anyone who's ever been a lead detective in the Narc Unit has the password for that username. It's registered to the current lead. When nimrods like you, Stabler, bring up that information, you're supposed to call and verify that the actions were case related."

Olivia held up a hand, took a breath, and said, "So you're telling us that someone else with the password did this?"

"I worked in your unit, Olivia," Cassidy said, his eyes narrow. "What those sick fucks do those little girls...I left the unit because I couldn't handle it. I would never feed those babies to the wild dogs!"

"Any names you can give us?" Elliot asked. "Other people who have access to that name and password?"

"Gee, Stabler," Cassidy said, patronizing. "If only you know a former narcotics detective who'd be itching to get me in trouble, and would know exactly how to piss you and your girlfriend off by using kiddie porn as the catalyst."

Olivia furrowed her brow. "You're not suggesting..."

"No," Cassidy said. "I'm flat out telling you it was Fin." He sighed and ran a hand down his face. "I will come down to SVU with you, answer whatever questions you want, give you the other names, but you know it, guys. He has a habit of framing people for doing shit they didn't do." He looked at Elliot and said, "I'm not going down for this, man."

Elliot nodded. "No cuffs, Cassidy. Just get in the car," he said. "The backseat!"

Olivia watched Cassidy willingly climb into the back of their sedan, and she turned to Elliot. "You think Fin would really do this?"

"Liv," Elliot said, turning toward her. "I don't think we ever really knew Fin, so I don't know what to think." He sighed and said, "We have to go see Huang tomorrow."

"I know, I remember," Olivia said, rolling her eyes. "I still don't see why we have to do this. Charges were dropped, complaint was thrown out."

Elliot shrugged. "I think it'll be good for us, ya know? How much could talking about our sexual fantasies possibly hurt?"

"El," Olivia said with a chuckle, "I want to tell you every fantasy I have, baby, I just don't wanna do it in front of George."

Elliot laughed as he led her down the steps, back into the car, and they headed for the station to clean up this mess. They were, however, only going to make it bigger.

A/N: Was it Fin? Cassidy? Both? Neither? And how will talking about sex with Huang go? When he makes a few suggestions, what will Olivia and Elliot do? Anyone want to know?