Summary: Elliot gets a little loose-lipped when he's out for drinks with the SVU and OC squad, and accidentally let's it slip that he and Olivia are dating. Just a funny little one-shot.

AN: This was inspired by the photos of Elliot out drinking with the Brotherhood that were on Twitter the other day.

No beta, mistakes are likely. Don't be too harsh.

This was the first time I've written drunk dialogue, please let me know how it reads. I do want to improve if it read poorly.

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"Why couldn't Captain Benson make it?" Bell asks as she joins Stabler, Fin, and Jet standing around a tall table near the pool tables at hole-in-the-wall a little way from the Organized Crime headquarters.

SVU had crossed paths with OC on a case and both crews decided to celebrate the string of arrests earlier this afternoon with drinks. Rollins and Velasco were playing pool against two of the younger guys from OC. Fin assumes that Carisi might make an appearance once his paperwork is done for the bond hearing.

"Noah had some dance thing tonight," Fin answers, "She was happy that she got out early and was going to be able to make it. But she told me to tell everyone that she wishes she could join and to have fun."

Elliot takes a drink to hide his grin. Because what Fin doesn't know is Noah has a sleepover after his dance recital and he would be heading to Liv's place after he stays for a few drinks. He'd asked to go to the recital. But Olivia told him it was too soon for them to be going out in public like that. It was too risky, and she wasn't quite ready to disclose. So, she'd said to him on the phone while heading to pick-up Noah, "Just go on, have a few drinks. I'll be home a little before nine. It will be good for you to bond with OC after your time at the 3-7, meet some of the young detectives."

He begrudgingly agreed. Though, now that he's had a couple of beers, he's not too upset with the plan. He waits for Bell to order her drink from the waiter and then hollers over at young detectives as he points at the pool table, "Hey! I want in on the next game."

I'm no time, Elliot was really happy Liv made him go out. He was laughing and telling stories about his early days as a detective, sprinkling in a few stories about the kickass SVU captain when she'd first started. He won a few games of pool, then lost at darts (he refused to put on his glasses). And soon those two beers quickly turned into six, then ten, and then three rounds of shots. He's not sure why, but he felt the urge to try to keep up with some of the younger guys. Maybe just to prove to them or to himself that he still could, maybe to bond, or maybe he just overestimated his tolerance after his time drinking with the Albanians and the Brotherhood.

He was having a hell of a good time. Between games of pool, he'd texted Olivia to let her know that he was going to stay a little longer and asked her to join them after she dropped Noah off, but she'd declined. She'd told him to stay as long as he needed and not to drive.

By 10:45, Elliot makes his way back over to the short table where Fin, Bell, and Jet were sitting and finishing their last drinks, shuffling his feet a little and bumping into the table next to theirs.

"So, who's taking him?" Bell looks to Fin and Jet after she realizes how unsteady Elliot is on his feet.

"Not me," "I'm on my scooter," they answered her at the same time.

"Guys, guys, no need ta fight ov'r me," Elliot teases with a slur as he pats his chest.

"Oh boy," Bell groans, shaking her head, "I cannot take him home, Denise and I already took him in once before and we are still on thin ice."

"Alright, I got him," Fin offers before turning to Elliot and pointing, "You. With me." Fin stands up and reaches for Elliot's arm.

"No, no," Elliot shakes off Fin's grip, "jus' gimme a sec," he fumbles with this pocket, pulling his phone out and promptly dropping it. "Shit."

"You can't Uber. It's too cruel to make an innocent driver put up with you right now. Not to mention the price back to your place would be outrageous."

"Not Uber," Elliot says as he bends down with a humph, to pick up his phone, one hand gripping the table as the other reaches. It takes him a couple swipes before he snags it and stands back up.

"You can't drive, big guy," Fin says, pointing out the obvious.

Elliot just looks at Fin like he's grown a second head. "I know, 'm callin' Liv."

Bell and Jet share a look and small, excited smiles, ready to hear some interesting tidbits. They knew that Elliot had worked with both Fin and Olivia in the past but hadn't spent enough time with SVU to understand the true dynamic between the three. They also knew that Captain Benson was soft on her old partner and the word around the water cooler was that Elliot was trying to get back into her good graces.

Elliot looks back at his phone, turning it in his hand. The three watch him, unable to tell if he's looking for damage or if he's struggling to find the button.

"Elliot," Bell starts reaching up to cover his hand, "you can't call Captain Benson. She is at home with Noah, remember?"

"No–" Elliot starts to argue, grumbling like a stubborn child and pulling his phone out from under Bell's hand.

"Yes," Bell interrupts, "she told Fin that she had Noah's recital tonight, that's why she couldn't make it. And if you call now, you risk waking up Noah."

"No…Noah's ata sleepover. Liv tol' me" – hiccup – " told me ta call."

"She told you to call her? Tonight?" Bell asks.

Fin's face lights up, but he doesn't say anything yet. He'd had his suspicions for weeks, but Olivia had denied everything. Now, though, it looks like a drunk Elliot is going to spill the beans.

"Yea, she's waitin' up for me," he says proudly as a grin spreads across his lips and a little red flushes his neck and cheeks.

If possible, Fin's grin grows even larger and this time, he's the one to ask, "She's waiting up for you?"

Elliot gives a big nod, exaggerated by the alcohol in his system, and starts trying to unlock his phone using the face ID feature. He's struggling. He's turning in a small circle with the phone comically outstretched above his head and he scrunches his eyebrows as he tries to find the right position.

"Here," Jet says, standing and pulling Elliot's arm down so she can reach his phone. She quickly punches in his 6-digit pin, and hands it back to him.

"Huh?" He looks at her questioningly, "How you know m'pin?"

"Me, hacker," she says simply as she points to her face.

He grunts at her disapprovingly before he realizes that he can't read the numbers, and that forgetting his glasses are in his pocket. He hands the phone back to Jet, "Pull ups Liv's" — hiccup — "number."

Jet looks to Bell to save her, and Bell gives a subtle shake of her head. But Fin just mutters, "nah, I gotta see this," and takes the phone from Jet, pulls up his captain's number.

"Ready?" He asks Elliot, who just nods again. Fin presses 'call' and hands the phone over, "There, it's ringing."

"Elliot, it's too late to call her," Bell tries again, reaching back out but Elliot pulls his phone back quickly and puts it up to his ear.

"No, she tol' me to come over afta drinks so…so…so we could…" he trails off as he hears the ringing.

"So, you can…what?" Fin prompts, but Elliot waves him off, his sole focus now on his phone.

"Hello?" Olivia's voice can be heard on the other line.

Elliot freezes, her voice creating the realization of the moment, "Shit!" He quickly pulls the phone from his ear and tries to end the call.

Olivia hears Elliot curse on the other end of the line. "El, is that you?"

"Yea, big shit," Fin laughs as he pulls Elliot's phone from his hand.

"Hey Cap," Fin greets.

Elliot, now fully grasping the extent of the situation and what he's revealed, lunges at Fin.

Fin laughs, avoiding Elliot, and rushes around the table.

"Gimme the phone!"

Trying to figure out why she's now talking to Fin on Elliot's phone, "Fin? What? Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine. Elliot is safe, for now," Fin laughs as he moves between the tables, still dodging Elliot, who, in his frustration, is tossing chairs out of his way now.

"Fin! Damnit!"

Bell and Jet can barely contain their laughter.

Olivia is sitting up straight in her bed and listening closely to what she can hear, still not quite sure what's happening at the bar. For now? What's that noise? What's going on?

"Not much, Elliot here was just telling us that you were waiting for him to come by."

Shit. "Fin—"

"Anything you want to share with the class?" Fin asks, nearly shouting the last words as Elliot catches up with him.

"Gimme!" Elliot growls frustratedly as he yanks the phone from Fin's hand. He turns, talking into the phone, "Liv! Liv, 'm sorry, 'm so sorry," he urges, his words still slightly garbled.

"Elliot, what's going on?"

"Sorry, 'm so sorry," he repeats, knowing that he royally fucked up. He's taken a few steps from the group and is hunched over, trying to talk quietly but failing given his drunken state.

"Elliot, stop. Tell me what's going on."

" 'm dumb, so dumb baby. I didn't meanta tell 'em."

The three look at each other, Bell's lips are tucked in so tight at hearing Elliot call Captain Benson "baby." Fin is still chuckling, and Jet is just sitting with wide eyes, wondering how she's still caught in the middle of this mess.

"Damnit, Elliot," Olivia whispers as she runs her hand over her face, trying to calm her nerves. She cannot believe that Elliot told everyone about them. "Who all is still at the bar?"

Elliot looks back over his shoulder at the corner of the bar they'd all been drinking. He sees that Fin has rejoined Jet and Bell around the table, and they were watching him eagerly. Rollins and Carisi were tucked away in a booth twenty or so feet away, their eyes also on him. But luckily, the younger guys had decided to bar hop and had already left.

"Hmmm, Bell, Fin, Jet, um, your blond detective and the lawyer she's with."

Frustrated with Elliot and ready for the night to be over, she decides she needs to get Elliot out of there and to do that, she needs her Sargeant, "Put Fin back on."

Elliot can tell from her tone that she's angry. Dejectedly, he tucks his chin to his chest, shuffles back to the table, and holds the phone out to Fin, "Here, Liv wants ta talk to ya."

Fin, not even trying to hide his grin, takes the phone from Elliot. "Whatcha need Cap?"

"How drunk is he?" she asks, already out of bed and reaching for her pants.

"He's pretty far gone, though this convo might have sobered him up. He foolishly tried to keep up with the young bucks."

"Can you put him in a cab or do I need to come get him?"

"I don't know. Want me to ask the man?"

"No, no," she tells him, taking a deep breath, "just text me the address. I'll be there soon."

Fin turns to Elliot and hands him back his phone, "Sit tight my guy, she's coming to get you."

"Elliot, you better prepare yourself to grovel," Bell tells him.

Elliot has taken the free chair at the table and tucked his face into his hands. His face never leaves his hands as the two talk to him, but Bell swears she hears a mumbled, "Yes sarg."

"So, you gonna tell us how long you and Liv have been together," Fin asks a few minutes later, patting Elliot on the back.

Elliot, leans back, swipes his hands up and down his face a couple of times before looking at Fin and shaking his head, " 'm fucked."

"Not tonight you aren't," Fin says with a laugh.

"Six weeks ago," Jet speaks up and the three look at her. "Six weeks ago," she repeats, "that's how long you've been dating, or…well…ew…let's just go with dating, Captain Benson."

Elliot looks at her suspiciously, suddenly fearful that his young hacker had been reading his texts, "How'd ya know?"

"You came in late for a meeting, but were whistling at your desk all afternoon even though Sarg. ripped you a new one for being late."

Bell thinks back, trying to remember the meeting, and Fin cracks up again with a clap of his hand.

It only takes about 20 minutes for Olivia to arrive. In the meantime, Elliot downed a couple glasses of water and his anxiety about a pissed off Liv coming to get him had him halfway sobered up.

Bell is the first one to see Olivia as she walks past the windows at the front of the bar, "Looks like Captain Benson is here, and she looks pissed."

Elliot jumps up from the table, knocking it with his knees, in his efforts to get to her before she gets too far into the bar. But Bell, Jet, and Fin get up and follow him to the door.

"Hey Cap," Fin greets for the second time that night.

Olivia puts her hand up, silencing her Sergeant before she turns to Elliot wanting to get him out the door before he says anything else damning or embarrassing. His eyes widen and his mouth moves to apologize, but she puts her hand up to quiet him as well.

"I'm parked two blocks down to the left, go wait in the car for me," she instructs as hands him her keys and gives him a slight shove out the door.

After making sure he's heading in the right direction, Olivia turns back to Fin and points a finger at him, about touching his nose, "Not a word of this to anyone, or I swear I will have you chained to a desk doing the entire squad's DD5's until you retire."

Fin grins and puts his hands up in mock surrender, "Okay, okay, we'll talk terms on Monday."

Ignoring Fin's last comment, Olivia turns to Bell and Jet with a softer, more pleading look, "I know I'm not your direct superior and cannot order you to remain silent, but your discretion would be highly appreciated."

"You don't have to worry Captain Benson, your secret is safe with me," Bell assured her before turning to Jet, "I am your superior and I am ordering you to never mention this again."

"Got it," Jet nods and walks out the door before she gets further entrenched in this mess.

Olivia makes it to her car five minutes later. She sees Elliot through the window, which he's cracked for air. He's leaned the seat back and has an arm related over his head and his chest moves up and down slowly with his breath.

She thinks he's asleep, but she is still frustrated enough that she doesn't care, slamming the door just enough to startle him awake as she gets in.

Elliot sits up, fixing his seat, and looks over at her. She's looking out the windshield. "Liv— "

"What the hell happened El?" She interrupts him sharply, still angry, but she's tired and she knows their secret is safe for now, so her words are quiet and direct.

"I don't know," he tries to deflect, not wanting to admit his blunder.

"That's not good enough," she says, finally looking at him, but his eyes are downcast at his lap. She almost feels sorry for him. She knows that he didn't mean to blab, that he'd just had a couple too many drinks and it slipped out. But she wants to know the context, to know who all else knew, and how much they knew.

"I was having a good time, playing pool, drinking— "

"Drinking out the whole bar, it sounds like," she mutters to herself, but their close proximity allows him to hear her.

"No, no," he shakes his head, "I was just trying to get to know the younger guys. We drank and played pool and darts. But when everyone was ready to leave, Fin was gonna take me back to his place or to my place, I don't really know," he pauses to think about what happened next, rubbing the back of his neck, "I wanted to see you, so I tried to call you and the thing I know, Fin's talking to you on my phone, and …please forgive me Liv. I didn't mean to."

He finally meets her eyes, "I swear I didn't mean to."

"I know El, I know you didn't. But I don't want to disclose yet and now, my Sargent, detective, and ADA, and your Sargent and young detective all know. And what exactly they know, I still need to know."

"Nothing Liv. They don't know anything, not really," he tries to convince her, making her believe that he didn't actually say anything.

"I didn't tell them anything specific. I just said that you'd told me to call you, that you were waiting up for me— "

"Shit, El. You made it sound like a booty call."

"No! No!" He grabs the hand closest to him from the steering wheel, "Liv, you know that they don't think that. Plus, Jet uh, has a weirdly specific memory and figured out that it's been more like six-weeks. That's not a booty call time frame."

She grumbled under her breath, "You clearly don't know a damn thing about booty calls."

"What?"

"Nothing," she says, then asks "How does she know that it's been six weeks?"

"I was late to a meeting at OC after our first, uh, night together, and despite getting a rip from Bell, I was happy all afternoon - whistling," he admits embarrassingly.

Remembering that their first night together had turned into their first morning together and realizing that he'd choose sex over being on time to a meeting, she scolds "Seriously? You might as well 'I just had sex' sign on your forehead to work next time."

"Next time? You plan on making me late to work again soon, Captain?" He teases, trying to lighten the mood.

She tries to hide her chuckle with a snort of indignation but wasn't terribly successful. He smiles.

"Liv look at me," he waits for her to meet his eyes again, "I'm sorry I let it slip, but your squad respects you and my team is good too. We have nothing to worry about."

"I know, I know. I just…"

"You just wanted a little more time and to control the narrative. I know, and I'm so sorry." He brings her hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to her knuckles.

He knew that he'd ruined her plans. They had talked in depth about disclosing their relationship. He knew that being a woman in NYPD leadership and his superior, not to mention all the rumors about their partnership, made her professional life more difficult than his. Which meant that disclosing their relationship at the right time and in the right way was much more significant for her than it was for him. And he blew it.

He pressed another kiss to her knuckles before flipping her hand over and gently kissing her palm, then her wrist. He smiles up at her, his lips close to her forearm," Let me make it up to you? Show you how sorry I am?" He kisses her forearm, once, twice, three times until he reaches her sleeve.

She smiles at him but pulls her hand away and starts the car.

"Not tonight El, you're drunk," she reminds him, and herself, as she pulls out into the street.

"Nuh uh, I'm not drunk," he argues.

She looks at him suspiciously out of the corner of her eye, giving him a small scoff.

"I was drunk, but not anymore. Realizing that I'd fucked up sobered me up really fast," he tells her, then he smiles at her slyly, "And now, I'd like to f— "

"El!"

"—uck you."

She doesn't acknowledge that he's finished his sentence. She's thinking.

He looks at the road straight ahead, out the windshield, with a smirk on his face. He knows he has her thinking. Noah was still out, and they'd planned on having a good night, that was, until he sent the night off the rails. But he could still save it, if she let him. And in the last six weeks, she'd never turned down his advances. Actually, she'd been the instigator more often than not.

He's lost in his thoughts when he feels smooth plastic touch his arm and hears her say, "Here, drink this." Looking down, he sees a small water bottle. "I need to make sure you're sober before we get home."

He just takes the bottle and twists off the cap, pressing it to his lips and gulps the water without saying a word.