It started out as a simple case, or simple as it could be when it came to the SVU unit. Two prostitutes were found murdered with prayer cards on their persons. Obviously, there was a religious aspect to it. It didn't take a detective to figure that out.

There was one eye witness, Gladys, another prostitute who ended up getting almost murdered herself and her pimp kept trying to interfere with her corporation with Benson and Stabler, that is when he wasn't hitting on Olivia.

Gladys had ended up fleeing the scene of her almost murder and Olivia and Elliot had to track her down. She went by the surname "Sunshine".

It took a bit of detective work and help from Fin but they finally located her living with her aunt and her aunt's two kids.

Of course, Benson and Stabler paid her a visit. Olivia talked to Gladys in her room, which was actually the kids room that had a set of bunk beds and a couch… the couch was for Gladys to sleep on. Meanwhile, Elliot was giving the aunt the third degree about how she was letting her niece work for a pimp and lay on her back to get money to pay the aunt's bills.

"I take care of myself…" Gladys told Olivia.

"And everyone else…" Olivia replied. "Your aunt, your cousin, your pimp…" She said, trying to get the girl to be honest with her.

Gladys rolled her eyes. "I told you I don't have a pimp…"

"Don't lie to me." Olivia said sternly. Probably more sternly than she should have. "That black man that keeps showing up everywhere we find you? He's your pimp. I know he is." Olivia scoffed. "He was hitting on me, trying to get me to work for him and I'm in my fucking forties…" She said, rubbing her eyebrow.

Gladys just looked at Olivia in a mixture of surprise and almost disgust. She thought her pimp only liked younger girls and she didn't really like to think about him being with other girls besides herself. Given, Gladys was only in her early twenties, so she was no spring chicken in the prostitution world. Maybe he'd just wanted Olivia for himself. Sometimes pimps did that. They'd claim a woman, a 'Madam' or a 'Mama' to keep at their side for show.

"I'm trying to help you!" Olivia stressed.

"Yeah?" Gladys challenged. "I dropped out of eighth grade. I can't get a job so I do what I have to in order to survive." She said, turning around and looking in her mirror to fidget with her hair. It was a distraction to keep her from thinking too hard about what they were talking about.

"There are recovery houses and I can take you to one." Olivia said. "You'll have a safe place to live… get counseling and a GED…" She said. "You can have a better life!"

Gladys shook her head. "Yeah… that's what he said."

"He follow you home from school?" Olivia asked lightly as she walked up behind Gladys and looked at her though the mirror. "He start dating you and treated you like a queen? Then you have sex… then he wants you to have sex with his friends… then he tells you that you owe him for everything fancy that he's ever given you, so you work the streets. He owns you and you have to do what he says or else he hurts you…" She said.

"Gladys, it's called grooming. It's what pimps and pedophiles do when they find a girl they want…" Olivia explained lightly.

"I was in love… I love him." Gladys guiltily admitted as she turned around from the mirror to face the detective.

"I know. That's how they trick you. It's how they get you to do what they want. They turn into the perfect man until you fall for them, and then it's all downhill from there." Olivia explained, understanding that his wasn't easy for Gladys, especially when such strong feelings were involved.

Gladys sniffled because tears had begun leaking from her eyes. "Have you ever been in love?" She genuinely asked.

Olivia swallowed hard. "Yes…" She whispered out. "But he'd never do anything to me like what's been done to you. He'd never in a million years hit me or hurt me… what your pimp is doing to you? It's not love sweetie…"

"I said no…" Gladys whispered. "When he wanted me to… with his friends… I said no but he forced me to do it anyways…"

Olivia gave her a knowing look. "That's rape, Gladys." She said strongly. "And every time he forces you to have sex with him even when you say no, he's raping you…" Olivia explained. She knew that sometimes it was hard for women and men to grasp exactly what rape was and that there were blurred lines for some people.

"Sometimes I cry but… he doesn't care. It's always whatever he wants…" She said as more tears flooded her face.

"Gladys," Olivia say softly. "I am here for you. I'm not your aunt and I'm not your pimp." She held her arms open slightly offer Gladys comfort and a hug, which Gladys surprisingly took her up on.

The younger woman slowly made her way into the detective's arms hesitantly, as if she wasn't used to being hugged or having anyone comfort her.

Olivia backed up slightly as she hugged Gladys, moving to slowly sit down on the couch that was actually the young girl's bed.

"I've got you, Gladys." Olivia good as she hugged the woman tightly, who was now resting her head on the side of Olivia's shoulder as tears leaked through the detective's shirt. "I'll get you out of this situation if you'll just let me… I can help." She promised. "I also need to know what the man looked like though. The one who tried to kill me. You've gotta tell me so I can get him off the streets and protect the others…"

Gladys retracted her arms from Olivia and sat up straight as she sniffled.

"I don't remember what he looked like… they all start to look the same after a while…" she said and Olivia gave her a sad look.

"Did he say anything?" Olivia asked, the detective in her taking back over.

"Are you ready to meet your father?" Gladys replied. "I'll never forget his voice but Spud saw him once, she went on a date with him."

Olivia nodded and retreated to tell Elliot.

"Hey," She called to Gladys lightly before she left the room. "I meant everything that I said. You say the word and I'll get you out of here… you have my cell number. I'll be here in a heartbeat to get you out, just call me." She tried to persuade Gladys but the young woman just gave her a small smile and nodded in understanding.

Olivia knew there was a thin chance that Gladys would actually call but she still had to try.

…

Elliot and Olivia met Spud and another hooker at Pat's Diner on tenth avenue.

"Sunshine needs to learn how to keep her big mouth shut… ain't that right Spud?" Spud's friend said, who had yet to share or name or surname with them.

"I don't know… I kinda like talkin ta people…" Spud said.

"Good." Olivia smiled. "Then talk to us… let's start with the date who said he wanted you to meet God." She said but Spud gave her an unimpressed look as did Spud's friend.

"Nah…" Spud said. "I'll talk ta daddy over here…" She said, setting her eyes on Elliot who was seated in front of her. "What's ya name? I like a man in uniform…" She said even though Elliot was clearly not in uniform.

Olivia had to keep herself from rolling her eyes at the girl but she did put a protective arm behind Elliot, resting her arm on top of his chair. This surprised Elliot, who cocked one eyebrow up and gave Olivia a side glance but she wasn't even looking at him, she was glancing around the diner, so he focused back on Spud.

"My name's Elliot." He said smiling. "So, can you describe him for me or did he say anything aside from wanting you to meet God?" Elliot asked.

"Mmmm yeah I kinda remember what he look like… what do I get for telling ya?" She asked Elliot, looking him over seductively. Elliot half laughed and propped his right hand against his right cheek bone.

"The fulfillment of knowing you did a good deed for the community by helping us take this rapist and murderer off the streets?" Elliot told her as he shrugged lightly.

"Fine…" Spud relented, realizing Elliot wasn't a dirty cop and he wasn't going to give in to her. "I've seen the preacher man I think you're talking about. He tried to-"

"We've gotta go!" Spud's friend said quickly as she looked towards the door.

Olivia and Elliot turned around quickly to see the black man, also known as Gladys' pimp, coming in and looking directly at them.

"Wait for me outside, I have to pay for our food." Spud told her friend and quickly dashed off to the register.

Olivia went to keep the man busy while Elliot walked back over to Spud as she tried to dash out the side door.

"If you can think of anything, call me." Elliot said, giving Spud his card. Then Olivia joined them, standing beside Elliot.

"And if you ever need a party girl, call me… I love cops…" Spud said as she licked her lips and deliberately looked Elliot up and down before handing him a folded-up napkin and leaving.

Olivia let out a small scoff and rolled her eyes this time. Elliot laughed and looked at her.

"You jealous?" He asked her smiling.

"No, of course not." She said a little too harshly. "I just don't see why women need to push their tits out and throw themselves at you so bluntly…"

Elliot laughed again. "I'd never get with a hooker…" He said. "Well, I'd never hold it against a woman if she was a hooker in the past, but I'd never actively pay and/or sleep with a hooker." Elliot clarified.

"Why not?" Olivia shrugged. "You're clearly not getting any from Kathy and I won't let you fuck me so…"

He took a step back and stared at her in surprise. He was astonished that she'd even suggest something like that.

"Hey-" He tried but she cut him off.

"I'm sorry!" She said quickly as her eyes widened like she'd just realized what she'd said and suggested. "Shit that was too far, I shouldn't have said that."

Elliot looked at her hard.

"Breathe." He commanded lightly. "You're in a mood. I don't know why but you are… just take a step back and take a breather." He suggested.

Olivia nodded and made her way out of the diner to get a breath of fresh air.

"You okay now?" He asked, after finally joining her with a cup of coffee in each hand.

She nodded and took one of the coffees from him. "Thanks." She whispered lightly.

"It wasn't her number…" Elliot said as he took a sip of his coffee. Olivia looked at him in question so he held up the napkin that Spud had given him. "It wasn't her number. She drew a picture of the preacher and wrote down some info for us." He explained.

"Okay, let's get on it then." She said, started to walk towards their squad car. She clearly wasn't going to talk about earlier and he really didn't care to either. Olivia knew him better than that. She knew he'd never pay to sleep with a hooker.

…

Spud had called Elliot and told him the red Buick that she'd described on the napkin was circling the track where all the hookers were.

Elliot and Olivia rushed to her location and were able to catch the man red handed, trying to assault a hooker. He'd locked her in his car and Elliot had to break the window just to get the man out to cuff him. Luckily, the hooker had been prepared and she'd carried a razor with her, stabbing him when he locked her in the car and tried to attack her.

As soon as Elliot cuffed the man, he started spewing bible verses, which Elliot already knew by heart of course, due to years and years of Catholic school.

They went back to the precinct and Elliot threw him in the box.

Billy Skags was the man's name. He was clearly a 'man of the lord', or was impersonating one anyways.

Billy claimed that he never harmed a soul. He looked at the pictures that Elliot was showing him and claimed that whoever had murdered those girls had sent them to Heaven out of love. Elliot rolled his eyes.

Olivia was watching them through the glass. Elliot was more into religion and knew more about than she did, so she'd decided to let him go at this one alone. If anyone could crack him, it'd be Elliot.

Billy started spewing more Bible nonsense, and it was nonsense because clearly the Bible said nothing about murdering young girls or raping them. He was just a religious nut.

When Elliot had decided he couldn't stand it any longer and wouldn't get anything out of the man, he started to leave, only to have Bill grab his arm gently. Elliot stopped, slightly confused and listed to what Billy was saying.

"Bless those who watch over the weak, and Lord," Billy continued as he stood up and put his left and on Elliot's shoulder, "Bless those who have chosen to protect us…" He said, referring to Elliot's cop status.

Olivia was confused. Usually, Elliot would never let a perp put their hands on him. This touching wasn't just normal though, there was something sensual about it. It was gentle and accommodating. She knit her eyebrows together in confusion as she watched.

Elliot was surprised but he remained calm, trying to gage what Billy was doing.

Billy was now staring Elliot in the face and had put both hands on the detective, one on each shoulder, and had begun massaging gently as he continued to speak.

As soon as Elliot caught on, he jumped in to participate, putting his hands on Billy's shoulder and did the same.

"Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us and lead us not into temptation," Elliot said as Billy joined him. "But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory." They said in unison. Their foreheads now pressed against each other.

Olivia had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"Now and forever. Amen." They finished, their noses were practically touching. The moment was intimate. It almost looked as if they were going to kiss.

"Should I be worried?" Cragen said in a slightly surprised voice, making Olivia turn around. She hadn't realized that he had joined her. For a man his size, he sure was light footed.

"I um… I actually am not sure…" She said with an equally confused look as Cragen had.

The older man stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked closer to the glass window to get a better look.

"God forgives those who sin against him…" Elliot whispered, still nose to nose with Billy.

"He's trying to make a connection with him through religion." Cragen observed. "Yeah…" Olivia replied, even though she still wasn't sure what was going on.

"Confess your sins to Him…" They heard Elliot say, as they watched him tilt his head back slightly to make eye contact with Billy.

"I have nothing to confess, detective…" Billy replied in a whisper. "But I am willing to forgive… which is why I'm willing to not press charges on the little angel that cut me." He said as he walked around to sit down at the interrogation table.

"Well… I know of an angel that's not going to be so forgiving…" Elliot replied, trying to keep his rage at bay.

He opened the door to the interrogation room and saw Olivia and Cragen standing there.

"I'm gonna take five in the cribs…" He whispered as he quickly walked past them both, anger practically radiating off of them.

He walked through the squad room, receiving looks from Munch and Fin. Elliot swiftly made his way to the bunks. It was dark of course. He went to the very last one, the one farthest away from the door and was thankful that no one was in the room but him.

Slowly laying down on the bottom bunk, he took a deep breath and ran his hands down his face, as if he was trying to scrub off everything that he'd seen over the past few days.

This was insane. He couldn't understand how a man could claim to be a man of God and say that girls, women could be murdered and it be justified.

He heard the door open slowly, then shut. If he had to guess, he'd say it was Olivia but he wasn't going to call out her name in case it was Cragen or Munch that had come to check on him.

"El?" She called lightly. Olivia had come to see if he was okay.

"Last bunk…" He replied softly and then moved over as he saw her approaching.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked as she laid down in the small space on the bed beside him.

"You don't think it'll look weird with you laying beside me if someone comes in?" He asked her. Sure, it was dark, but not dark enough that it was pitch black.

"Cragen told me to come check on you and to take a few minutes, make sure you were okay." Olivia explained. "He said it in front of Fin and Munch… I think we have a good few minutes before anyone bothers us." She said.

Elliot nodded, taking this opportunity to turn on his right side and slide his left leg in between her legs and wrap his arms around her waist pulling her closer. He nestled his head on top of her left breast as Olivia took a deep breath because she hadn't known he was going to snuggle into her side. This was one of the rare occasions that he hadn't asked permission, he'd just taken what he needed because he knew she wouldn't fault him for it.

Olivia's left arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close as her right arm rested on top of his left one that was wrapped around her waist.

"What happened in there?" She asked lightly, staring at the bottom of the top bunk.

She felt Elliot shake his head so she rubbed his shoulder tenderly.

"Elliot…" She started. "If you were… if you got aroused by what just happened… that's okay." She said lightly.

He grabbed her waist tighter as he pulled her completely to him, his groin was against her hip.

"Does it feel like I'm aroused to you?" He asked in a whisper.

Elliot heard her huff. She couldn't feel an erection or much of anything pressed against her aside from his rough jeans.

"I'm just saying, if you were or… if you got turned on by a man, that's okay. It doesn't scare me or freak me out." Olivia wasn't sure what had happened in that interrogation room but she knew that if Elliot had in fact been aroused by another man, he'd be going out of his mind. It would have bothered him and confused him and messed with his head, not to mention it would have been by a rapist/murderer. She was trying to be supportive in case that was what happened.

"I know you're a man of religion… maybe not as much as you used to be but…" She said.

"I wasn't aroused, Liv." He told her firmly. "I was playing a role, connecting with him through religion to try and get a confession. It didn't work, that's all." Elliot stated.

"Okay." She said, accepting his answer.

"I'm not turned on by men." He said strongly and truthfully.

"Alright." She said lightly. "It's just… there's nothing wrong with it if you are. I just wanted you to know that." Olivia told him.

Elliot looked up at her. He could barely make out her eyes in the darkness.

"I know." He promised her. "And there's nothing wrong with you liking women, Olivia." He said, then sat back on his right elbow. "Do you think it bothers me that you're into women?"

Olivia scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"I am not into women." She replied.

Elliot let out a small laugh as he was looming over her on the bed.

"I know you don't like labels and I know it freaks you out sometimes…" He said, trailing off.

"Elliot…" She said, giving him a warning.

He smiled. "Alex was one thing, the first time you found yourself attracted to another woman… but you're gonna tell me that thing with Babs Duffy was purely experimental too?" He asked with a smile.

"Ugh… I knew you wouldn't let it go…" She groaned. "Come on, El…" Olivia begged.

"Liv, that's an image I'll never get rid of… and I can't say I want to…." He said as he cuddled back into her side. "Now, if I think about that… that will make me aroused…." He told her and he felt her lightly hit him on his arm.

He could remember the entire case that involved Babs Duffy. It'd been a rough one…

…

FLASHBACK:

Babs Duffy had been a mistake, Olivia was well aware of that but she was hoping she could forget about it. They met the woman on the last case that they worked, which was about two weeks ago.

The redhead was a proclaimed lesbian that fought a little too hard and too bluntly for LGBTQ rights. She'd been a pain in the ass for Elliot ever since she stepped foot in the precinct.

There'd been a murder that turns out was a hate crime. They were trying to solve the case but Babs kept popping up everywhere.

Olivia and Elliot had gone to talk to the girlfriend of the deceased, who acted like she couldn't even see Elliot. The woman was in tune with Olivia and more than willing to talk to her. Babs had showed up afterwards and she and Elliot had had words.

Elliot's lips had remained pressed tightly together and he stayed silent for the first couple of minutes during the drive back to the precinct once they'd gotten rid of Babs. He'd had a lot on his mind. Elliot had actually gone to see a shrink after Olivia had suggested it, but he didn't tell anyone. It was his secret and he wasn't ready to share it yet.

He'd been given some anti-depressants but he'd only recently filled the prescription, so they hadn't been able to kick in quiet yet while they'd had the case involving Babs. It was difficult for him to admit he needed help. He was embarrassed about the medication and was hopping his feelings of depression would just go away on their own but they didn't.

Eventually, he'd relented and gotten the prescriptions filled.

Elliot had gone to see a psychiatrist, of course going on his own time and own dime so it wouldn't be put in his jacket. He'd had to talk about his feelings and some things that were bothering him, but he'd left Olivia out of it. Talking just seemed to fuel his depression but he kept thinking about Eli and about how he needed to be there and present for his son.

So, the psychiatrist prescribed him Pristiq and Trazodone.

Pristiq was for him to take in the mornings. It is a serotonin and norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor, which means it helps balance chemicals in the brain that are imbalanced due to depression. Virtually, this drug would make Elliot happier and more energetic. It would also increase his interest in activities, make him want to get out of bed in the morning, things liked that.

Trazodone was for him to take at night. It increases serotonin in the brain to help him fall asleep faster, to help him sleep through the night, and to help him sleep much better in general.

These are great meds for depression if they fit the symptoms of your depression but once you start them, you can't stop cold turkey or else it could harm your body and potentially cause suicidal thoughts to form.

So far, Elliot had been hiding the small pill bottles in his side of the closet where one of his gun drawers were. Kathy never went in there usually so he wasn't too worried she'd find them.

He'd wished they'd kicked in by the time he'd had to deal with Babs Duffy though. That woman was hell on wheels.

Eventually, they found out that the girlfriend, Sharon, was an aggressive person. There were multiple accounts of violence that involved Sharon, who was now a prime suspect.

Olivia and Elliot met up with a group of women who were on the street spreading flyers about a Lesbian Rally. Elliot got a good laugh out of Babs' name being spelled wrong but then when they saw Sharon and he tried to question her, Sharon decked him so they had to immediately arrest her.

Alex strolled in the squad room and saw Elliot sitting on top of Olivia's desk with her blotting his eyebrow with a wet napkin that was now turning a shade of pink due to his blood.

"What the hell happened to him?" She asked.

Fin laughed. "Technical term? He got punched by a chick…" He snickered.

Elliot rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, just wait until I get a confession out of her."

"Hold on…" Alex stated in her 'lawyer' tone. "A suspect assaults a police officer and charges get filed." She said strongly.

"I'm fine…" Elliot ground out, turning to leave because he didn't wish to talk to Alex unless he absolutely had to. He hadn't talked to her much since their last encounter anyways and it had awkward as hell in the cribs when she'd walked in on him kissing Olivia's neck.

"Would you be saying that if it was a two-hundred-pound man that slugged you?" She challenged him in court voice.

"Well, next time one does… I'll let you know counselor…" Elliot said as he continued to leave the room, not willing to argue with her.

He and Olivia went to speak with Sharon but of course she'd only speak to Olivia. So, Elliot headed back to his desk where unfortunately, Alex was leaning against.

"That was quick." The blonde said. "She didn't hit you again, did she?" Alex challenged with humor, trying to lighten the mood like maybe she realized she come in too hot beforehand. She hadn't been looking for a fight.

Elliot caught her drift and decided to oblige her.

"Some women just don't wanna talk man to man…" He said shrugging at Alex as he pulled out his desk chair, preparing to sit down.

"Stabler!" He heard being yelled from behind him.

Elliot rolled his eyes and pushed his chair back under his desk, realizing he wasn't going to get to sit down. "I wish she'd refuse to talk to me…" He said lowly to Alex as he turned to see Babs strolling towards him.

"Look you pigheaded son-of-a-bitch, you can't drag an innocent-" Babs started forcefully but stopped as soon as she saw the beautiful blond with porcelain skin leaned against Elliot's desk. "H… Hi. Babs… Babs Duffy…" She stuttered as she put out her hand for Alex to shake.

"Hello, Miss Duffy." Alex said, extending her hand politely. She was glad to see someone in the precinct had manners. "Assistant District Attorney Alex Cabot." She greeted.

Elliot snorted with laughter. "I don't think she's ever been at a loss for words… it's nice." He said, referring to Babs lack of communication. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure.

Looking over, he saw Olivia silently watching the exchange from across the room. There was a cup of water in her hand. She must have gone to get Sharon a drink. It was usually how they got DNA when they didn't have a warrant for it.

He looked at her curiously, wondering what she was thinking but she wasn't focused on him. Her eyes were on Alex and Babs.

"You can call me Babs…" She managed to blurt out. "You're um… very beautiful."

Elliot watched as Olivia's eyebrow raised among hearing the exchange between the two women.

"Thank you, Babs." Alex said. "I will leave you two alone." The blond stated as she removed herself from Elliot's desk and headed towards the doorway.

"You don't have to…" Babs said quickly as her eyes followed Alex out the door. The blonde had smiled at her as she left.

Elliot rolled his eyes and escorted Babs to an empty room to talk about whatever the hell she wanted to talk about.

Olivia had gone back to the interrogation room. She was trying to question Sharon but Fin interrupted her, letting them know the perp had struck again. The perp had a message for Babs, he said he was coming for her next. Olivia and Elliot had to talk Babs into going into protective custody.

"Read my perfectly glossed lips." Babs had told them. "I don't run."

"And what happens if this man finds you and god forbid rapes you and murders you? What are your supporters and followers going to do? Where will Lesbestrong be then?" Olivia asked in a caring and concerned way.

"Where would they be without Babs Duffy?" Olivia asked, gently putting her hand on the redhead's shoulder. "They need you, Babs."

Elliot looked away so he could roll his eyes without either woman seeing him. This was getting ridiculous.

Babs had insisted that she not stay at a motel, that she'd remain in her apartment so they'd relented. There was an officer stationed outside her door but Olivia had gone home with Babs and agreed to stay with her for the first hour.

"No internet, no secret tweeting, and please stay away from the windows…" Olivia stressed as she gently grabbed Babs by the shoulders and ushered her towards the living room. "Just try and relax…" Olivia told her.

"That's just it, I never relax, all right? I don't know how…" Babs replied. "I'm always doing something. Planning, picketing, marching, something. I can't relax."

"Why don't you take this opportunity to have a moment alone, to get your head together. Just try not to think about what's going on…" Olivia suggested as she followed Babs into her kitchen.

"I don't do alone very well…" Babs whispered as she leaned against her kitchen counter.

This was a new side of Babs. Olivia was used to see the annoying redhead be head strong and fierce.

"Babs…" Olivia said softly. "This won't last long. Nothing pisses off my partner more than someone targeting women. He's gonna catch this guy and it'll all be over soon." The detective said, leaning over the opposite side of the counter, facing Babs.

Babs let out a small laugh. "He has the hots for you, you know…" Babs said.

"Excuse me?" Olivia replied, cocking her head to the side.

"Stabler. He wants you." Babs explained.

Olivia scoffed. "No… Uh, no. That's never gonna happen…" She said, being fully caught off by Babs statement. Babs had barely been around them during this case and when she was around them, she was annoying Elliot. There's no way the woman could have picked up on the chemistry between she and Elliot.

The detective decided to change the subject quickly by walked over to some framed newspaper clippings that Babs had on her wall.

"So, you've been on the front lines for a long time…" Olivia observed.

"Yeah, tear gas, three day sit in, a lot of stuff…" Babs said, looked at the newspapers as she came to stand beside Olivia. "That's why this feels so weird for me… I should be out there kicking people's asses, not in here hiding like a little bitch… and feeling…" Babs trailed off as she began to get emotional.

"Scared?" Olivia asked lightly.

"Petrified…" Babs whispered.

"I know it's hard, Babs, but you're gonna get through this." Olivia said in her victim voice as she moved her head to the side and made eye contact with the redhead.

"You promise?" Babs asked. "Because I don't do this every day like you do…"

"I promise." Olivia whispered. "Okay? Now, let's get something to eat, alright? Let's get your mind off-"

The brunette was cut off by Babs grabbing her and kissing her.

"Woah…" Olivia said lightly. "That… that wasn't on the menu…" She mumbled as she tried to get her bearings.

"Really?" Babs asked seductively. "Are you sure? Because my gaydar has been going off all day…" She said as she ran a hand up and down Olivia's side. The detective closed her eyes at the contact.

"Babs… I…" Olivia tried but she was having trouble forming words. It'd been over two months since she'd done anything with Elliot, since anyone had touched her body. She hadn't even had time to masturbate lately. "I'm not a lesbian…" Olivia whispered as she opened her eyes and looked at Babs, but did nothing to stop the redheads hand from moving at her hip.

"Really?" She asked curiously. "Because that's not what your body is saying…" Babs said.

Olivia rolled her eyes and let out an unimpressed laugh. She knew the other woman was talking about her nipples being hard and the flushed tint that had taken over her olive skin.

"I'm not… I'm just… deprived… at the moment." Olivia tried to explain, even though she was embarassed.

Babs laughed, which caused Olivia to crack a small smile.

"I'm being serious!" The detective said more firmly.

"So, let me help you… you'll be helping me relax and get my mind off of things…" Babs suggested. "The heart wants what the hearts wants…"

Olivia scoffed, laughing. "It's not my heart that's wanting something…" She said.

Babs looked her up and down. "You won't have to do anything… just let me…" The redhead said seductively, putting both hands on Olivia's hips now and moving herself closer so she could attach her lips to Olivia's.

The kiss was soft and short.

"I'm not… I'm not getting you off Babs… I barely know you." Olivia said.

Babs nodded quickly. "That's fine, that's fine. I have a hand and a vibrator… just let me…" She said as she leaned in for another kiss and moved her right hand from Olivia's hip to between her legs so she could rub her through her work pants.

Olivia let out a hiss at the contact as she firmly grabbed Babs' shoulder for stability and closed her eyes tightly.

"You need this…" The redhead whispered as she continued to rub between Olivia's legs. Then Babs withdrew her hand and reached up to unbuckle Olivia's pants. She stuck her hand inside, reaching down inside the brunette's panties as Olivia's head lolled back in pleasure.

"Shit…" Babs said lightly. "This for me?" She asked upon finding Olivia wetter than she anticipated.

Olivia let out a small snort. "No." She said. "I told you… I've been deprived…" She explained.

Babs nodded. "Come on." She said, leading her to the couch. Olivia stopped briefly to take off her badge and gun and lay it on the counter

The redhead gently pushed Olivia backwards to where she was halfway laying down. Babs grabbed Olivia's already unbuttoned pants and pulled them down swiftly, stopping at the detective's ankles to remove her shoes and socks.

Olivia closed her eyes, not willing to watch the redhead. She didn't want to think about what she was doing, she just wanted her release.

Once Olivia's bottom half was naked, Babs began kissing up Olivia's right leg until she landed at her mound, then kissed the light patch of hair. Olivia almost felt bad because she hadn't shaved lately. It wasn't that she didn't shave down there or trim herself, it's just that she hadn't had time.

Babs rubbed Olivia's legs softly as she kissed around Olivia's lips.

"Mmmmm…" Olivia moaned as she arched her back slightly, causing Babs to grin and continue her work. She took the skin of one of Olivia's lips between her teeth and gently sucked at it causing a hiss to come from Olivia's mouth.

The detected had already latched onto the side of the couch, clutching until her knuckles were turning white.

Babs released Olivia's skin from her teeth and used her fingers to open up the detective's core as she slowly slipped her tongue inside.

"Oh, God!" Olivia gasped with her head thrown back and her mouth open.

The redhead used her right hand to massage Olivia's lower belly as she let her mouth, lips, and tongue work on the woman's slit.

It wasn't long before Olivia's hips began moving up and down. It was clear she'd be reaching her orgasm soon, which Babs had expected would come quickly since the brunette was obviously sex deprived at the moment. The redhead was talented with her tongue, that was for damn sure. She could give Elliot a run for his money but then again, she'd probably had a generous amount of practice.

Olivia breath hitched as Babs shifted to put Olivia's right leg over her shoulder to create a better angle for her to pleasure the detective.

"Oh, fuck!" Olivia gritted out between her clinched teeth as she moved her hips with Babs' tongue.

"I'm… I'm almost there…" Olivia whimpered as Babs sped up her movements. "I'm gonna…" She said as she opened her eyes but was met with the shock of Elliot staring directly at them. Babs back was turned to him so there's no way the redhead had registered the other detective standing in the living room.

He'd knocked but they hadn't heard him and stupidly, Babs had left her front door unlocked. Elliot had come to check on Olivia and see if she wanted a ride home, or if she needed any help with Babs but she was clearly doing just fine.

Olivia locked eyes with him briefly.

She didn't know why, but she was so fucking turned on by staring at him, especially since she was seconds away from her orgasm.

"Fuck!" Olivia moaned loudly, realizing Elliot was frozen in place and that he was going to end up watching her cum. She tightened her leg over Babs' shoulder and used her right hand to grab a hand full of red hair as she thrust towards the other woman, fucking her face, but was still looking for signs that she was being too rough with the woman or had gone too far but Babs seemed content to momentarily be Olivia's bitch.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Olivia said loudly as she stared into Elliot's eyes. She was now more turned on by his presence in the room than by Babs'.

Olivia's eyes shut tightly as her legs began to shake and her mouth created an 'O' shape with her lips.

The brunette detective was cumming. She was cumming hard.

Elliot stared in amazement, he felt his dick twitching. He'd never seen Olivia pleasured by anyone else, never the less, a woman's head between her legs causing the pleasure.

Elliot cleared his throat while Olivia huffed and came down from her orgasm.

"Oh!" Babs jumped and turned around. When she saw Elliot, she jumped up off the floor and sat close to Olivia's center as if to shield the detective from her partner's gaze.

Olivia, though she didn't need the protection because Elliot had already seen his fair share of her, was appreciative and thankful that Babs was the kind of person that would do that.

"I was stopping by to see if you two ladies needed anything or if Liv needed a ride… but I see you have everything covered…" Elliot said, holding his hands up in surrender as he turned and walked towards the door.

"Make sure to lock the door next time!" He yelled towards them as he exited by the kitchen.

Olivia huffed. She wondered if Elliot was mad or turned on or disappointed… who the hell knew what he was feeling.

The two women remained silent as Olivia gently tapped Babs on the shoulder and pointed to the floor where her clothing was. She needed to get dressed and go find Elliot. They would need to talk. She knew he'd never rat her out but she needed to make sure they were okay.

"Are you going to get fired?" Babs whispered as she handed Olivia her clothing.

"No." Olivia told her with a thin smile. "I'm not sure I could get fired for fucking you but even so, he's got my back and I've got his…" She said.

The brunette pulled her underwear and pants on as she stood up.

"That was… really good." Olivia said, slightly blushing as she turned to Babs while buckling her pants. "But you understand this was it right? There will be no second time…" She stressed strongly.

Babs nodded.

"I've never fucked a detective before. I thoroughly enjoyed it…" She said, looking at the dark mark on her own shirt from where she'd wiped her mouth off.

"I need to go…" Olivia said as she walked to the kitchen counter to retrieve her gun and badge. "Babs, I'm sorry I… that I didn't…" She tried to form her words but Babs caught onto what she was saying.

"It was enough for me… I'll take care of myself after you leave… can't promise I won't be yelling out your name though…" Babs said. Olivia bit her lip and shook her head. That woman always said what was on her mind and she always said way too much.

Olivia nodded and made her way to the door.

"Stay away from the windows and off social media." The detective warned, pointing a finger at Babs. "And lock this fucking door." She commanded as she stepped out of it and shut it behind her.

Olivia passed the officer on duty for protective custody and gave her a small nod as she made her way to the elevators. The brunette hoped the officer hadn't heard her loud sounds of pleasure. She'd completely forgotten that someone was posted in Babs' hallway. But if the officer had heard, she hadn't let on so Olivia decided to just leave it alone.

Upon leaving Babs' building, Olivia spotted Elliot sitting in their squad car. She made her way over to the passenger side and hopped in.

Olivia took in his appearance. His face was flushed but his dick wasn't hard that she could see. There was a new group of tissues in the plastic bag that they kept for trash though. If she had to guess, she'd say he'd just jacked off. The thought of it excited her.

"We going to the diner or am I dropping you off at your place?" He asked, pulling away from the curb and mentioned their plans that they'd made earlier. Olivia had completely forgotten that they'd planned on going to the diner.

"Diner." She decided softly and he nodded as they headed that direction.

He never mentioned Babs and she never offered up any more info about it.

…

PRESENT DAY:

"I was scared you were mad at me for that…" Olivia said, turning her head to look at Elliot.

"What? Why?" He asked, confused.

"Well, we never talked about it and because we'd done things… and then I went and did something with her… I felt like I… like I…"

Elliot shook his head softly as he laid back down against her and hooked his finger in the top of her shirt and bra.

"You didn't cheat on me… we'd have to be together for it to be cheating. I've told you a thousand times… you can fuck who you want." He said, softly rubbing her skin.

Olivia swallowed hard.

"El," She said softly. "I miss you… I miss this…" She said, daring to say things that she knew they weren't supposed to say, that she knew they didn't need to say. Olivia was referring to them just being close, being comforting to each other.

Elliot gently pulled at the top of her shirt and bra until she felt cool air hit her nipple, then his warm mouth covering it.

Olivia sucked in a breath.

"Shit, El…" She said in a whisper. "We don't have time for this… you can't start this and not finish it because I won't be able to think straig- ahhhh." She moaned as she felt his teeth graze her nipple and she shuttered.

Elliot moved quickly to where he was leaning over her straddling him. Then he shimmied down the top of her shirt along with her bra, pushing it down her shoulders and chest until both of her breasts were out and he trained his mouth on the opposite nipple now.

"Elliot…" She said breathlessly. "We don't… have time…" But he kept working at a fast pace. He leaned up on his knees and grabbed her pants, along with her panties, and yanked them down to her ankles quickly and his hand instantly started rubbing her between her legs

"Ohhh…" She moaned lowly as she grabbed the sheets of the bed.

Then he leaned to the side on his forearm, unbuckling is pants and pushing them and his boxers down to his ankles and re-situated himself between her hips.

"No!" She said with wide eyes in a panic, thinking he was about to enter her but Elliot grabbed her hands with his own and laced their fingers together. He had completely stopped his movement and settled on top of her, holding their hands on either side of her head.

"I'd never." Elliot told his calmly and seriously as his face was inches from hers. "You've asked me not to do that and I never will until you say it's okay." He told her carefully, looking back and forth between her eyes. "I was just going to rub my cock between your lips to get you off quickly… can I do that?" He asked.

Olivia licked her lips and looked at him. She nodded in the dark, giving him permission.

"Verbal consent, Liv." He said lightly.

"Yeah… yes, you can do that." She told him in a whisper. She was so damn turned on and she felt so safe with him, she wasn't sure why she had panicked.

"You know where you are?" He asked, just to check and make sure that he hadn't triggered her.

"In the cribs with you… about to murder you if you don't fucking hurry up…" Olivia answered, bucking her hips into his hard on, causing him to groan and smile at her response.

Elliot placed his hands up under her thighs and pull her closer to his groin. He positioned her knees up, then positioned his dick between her lips, going slow at first because she was wet and he didn't want to accidentally slip inside her.

"Mmmnmm…" She whimpered as her eyes shut tightly. "Faster…" She whispered harshly to him.

Elliot groaned but sped up his pace. Looking down, he could make out their parts and what they were doing. It was fucking hot but he was also keeping a watchful eye to make sure he didn't go too far.

He held her legs in his hands as he rocked.

"El, I'm close…" She said softly as she bit her lip and grabbed her breasts in her own hands, squeezing them. "Soooo close…" She moaned.

Elliot released one of her legs so he could move his right hand to her center and rub the top of her mound as his dick slid back and forth through her lips.

"Oh!" Olivia said in surprise, as she wasn't expecting the extra stimulation. "That's good… that's… yeah… yeah…" She said in a low moan. "Mmmmmhmmmmm…" Olivia ground out at she gritted her teeth together to keep herself from making too much noise as she came.

Her legs shook slightly and Elliot began slowing his movements after a few seconds, knowing she was going to be sensitive.

He started fisting his dick as he crawled his way up her body.

"Don't ever forget that I can make you cum hard, Olivia." He whispered in her ear as he used his left arm to prop himself up on the bed above her. "I can make your legs shake, I can make you lose your mind…" He said, then got up off the bed quickly and did a weird waddle because his pants were still around his ankles, moving to the trashcan that was in the corner, next to the bunks. He made it just in time to spill his load into the small trash bag that was covering the can.

"Goddamnnnn…." Elliot hissed as he milked his dick, letting his seed spill into the designated area.

Then he braced himself on the wall to catch his breath while his penis went limp.

He felt Olivia's arms come around him from behind. Elliot hadn't even realized she'd gotten up and fixed her clothing, redressing herself.

"I have never forgotten what you can do to my body, El… I try to keep my distance from you sometimes for several reasons. One being that you are married and have a family." She said as her arms tightened around him from behind. "I care about you too damn much to destroy that…"

Elliot nodded in understanding as he caught his breath.

Olivia leaned down to pull up his underwear and pants. She knew he could do it but she wanted to. Just touching him or doing little things like this for him made her feel comfort.

"You're jealous…" Olivia observed after she buttoned his pants.

"I have no right to be." He replied quickly, wiping a hand down his face.

"We both get jealous sometimes…" She said, knowing good and well she'd been jealous her fair share of times when Elliot was getting hit on.

He turned around to face her and Olivia leaned in, planting a tender kiss on his lips.

"They'll be looking for us soon. I'll go down first, tell them you needed a couple more minutes." She said and Elliot nodded.

"Fix your hair…" He called after her and she began running her fingers through her hair as she exited the room.

I cannot tell y'all how many times I accidentally typed "Kathy" instead of "Babs" for Kathy Griffin…

Thoughts? This case isn't over, as most of you know, so there will be a part two to this chapter. How soon I'll be able to get it to you, I'm not sure.

Thank you soooo much for the reviews! I'm really glad people are actually liking this story and don't totally hate it.