He didn't see her come in. Amid the people and noise, who would notice an extra person? She made it to her locker, retrieved her gun, and slid it into her holster. She slammed the locker shut and Elliot looked up, a little surprised to see her already. He'd thought she'd be another 20 minutes or so.
"Hey," he said in a matter-of-fact voice. What else could he say with all these people around?
She smiled at Elliot and turned as she heard her name being called from the other direction.
She saw the captain in the doorway of his office, "In here now, Benson," came the annoyed voice of her superior.
She looked to Elliot for a moment with questioning eyes but he just shook his head. Olivia walked into the crowded office and leaned against the window frame.
"Why were you late this morning?" asked the Captain.
Olivia decided not to skirt the issue so she told him the truth, well a variation of the truth.
"I got tied up somewhere else last night," she started, "then I had to go home this morning, shower and get changed. It won't happen again." She said with a straight face.
The captain gave her a strange look. "I trust you Olivia, I'll take your answer today but don't be afraid to tell me the truth."
"That is the truth Captain." Said Olivia with a straight face.
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It had been a slow day at the precinct, mostly paperwork for the detectives. Olivia was feeling a little funny but dismissed the feeling quickly. She hadn't been sleeping well lately and last night's activities hadn't done any good for her record of sleep. The two detectives worked quietly for most of the day; only half their minds on their work. Around one, Elliot excused himself and came back 20 minutes later with four hotdogs, drinks and a supply of napkins and condiments.
"Thanks," said Olivia appreciatively.
"No problem," responded Elliot.
They took their food up to the loft where they could talk without being overheard. Olivia sat down in a comfy chair while Elliot opted for the couch.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, but when Elliot was finished he lay down on his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows - the same position Olivia had been in that morning.
"I meant what I said this morning," commented Elliot, "You really are beautiful Liv."
Olivia turned her head away, her cheeks turning rosy. He reached out and took her hand, "Liv, that wasn't just a one night thing. I really want to keep going with this. If you're up to it, you could keep a change of clothes at my place."
Olivia smiled and squeezed Elliot's hand. "Elliot," she started
"Benson! Stabler!" called an urgent voice.
Olivia and Elliot stood and leaned over the rail of the loft. The captain was standing by their desks. "Lennie and Ed are waiting for you, Central Park, by the merry-go-round."
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Around 8 o'clock Olivia and Elliot walked wearily into her apartment. They had had quite an afternoon. They had gone to Central Park, a body had been discovered and it hadn't been quite clear who was going to get the case. At one point Alex and Bobby had shown up and then left, something possibly connecting this case to one of theirs, but it wasn't. In the end Olivia and Elliot had left as well, leaving the case to Lennie and Ed. Even though not everyone got the case they all agreed to meet for drinks the next night at a local pub, which was often frequented by members of the NYPD.
The vic was a fourteen-year-old girl, pregnant, unrecognizable from the gashes, cuts and bruises on her face. She was identified from her fingerprints. Her name was Kathryn Jessica Mackenzie. She had had bright red curly hair, until the perp burned it off. Her baby, of course, had also died. Her stomach had been slathered with painted words, post mortem, "Don't kill the babies".
Olivia, Elliot and the other detectives on site had all been miffed as to what was going on, "don't kill the babies," and here the perp had smashed bricks down on her stomach, stuck a pole up her vagina and left both her and the baby, dead, in the middle of the winter in a park. What was this guy's problem?
Back at Olivia's apartment she gathered two changes of clothes and some food to cook for supper. When she was ready, they drove over to Elliot's place.
When they entered Elliot's apartment they were greeted by peace and quiet. "Finally," sighed Olivia as she allowed herself to collapse on Elliot's couch. He started warming up some leftover pizza from his fridge and came into the living room where Olivia was sitting. He put two beers on the coffee table, sat down and then took one for himself. Olivia grabbed the other can, opened it and took a long drink. When she put her can back down she found Elliot looking at her, transfixed on her, and only her. She blushed slightly and he moved closer to her, their bodies beginning to warm up.
Déja vu, thought Olivia.
She moved closer to Elliot and snuggled in his strong arms.
"I think I might be in love," he said slowly.
Olivia didn't know if she'd heard him correctly.
"Love?" she asked.
"Love," stated Elliot, a pensive look on his face.
"With" started Olivia, letting him finish the phrase.
"You," came the simple reply Olivia had been waiting for for about 4 years.
Olivia looked up into Elliot's blue eyes. "Me too," she said softly.
Elliot smiled and leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. They were both startled from their kiss by a *Bing Bing*. Olivia was confused. "My timer," explained Elliot.
They got off the couch and carried their beers into the small kitchen. Olivia had a seat on a stool at the counter and Elliot removed the pizza from the oven.
"Pepperoni okay?" he asked.
"I love pepperoni," commented Olivia.
Elliot smiled and sliced the pizza. He served a slice for each of them and left the rest on the counter. Elliot sat down beside Olivia and they chatted, drank their beers and ate pizza until they realized how late it had become.
They had learned so much about one another, Olivia found out that Elliot had another tattoo, she'd have to look for it tonight, and Elliot had learned that Olivia had a piercing. He'd have to look for that tonight, too.
When they had finished eating, they cleared the dishes and Olivia carried her bag into Elliot's room. She plopped it on the floor and turned to see her partner, her lover, standing in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame, giving Olivia his sexiest smile. She couldn't resist him any longer and he couldn't resist her, either. She slipped off her socks and shoes and walked over to Elliot. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him with all her strength. He responded by clasping one hand around her ass and used the other to flick the overhead light off.
He used both of his hands to push Olivia up and into him, causing both of their bodies to heat up. She wrapped both her legs around his body and together they struggled over to the bed. He let her down gently and quickly got on top of her, straddling her strong body. Her eyes spelled desire and he knew what she wanted. She wanted everything she hadn't got last night, and Elliot was fully prepared to give it to her.
He once again captured her lips with his and began to find his way under her shirt. He pulled off her shirt to discover a pleasant sight; a black lace bra that didn't leave much to the imagination.
He was just about to remove her bra when she caught him and rolled him over. Now she was on top. She smiled wickedly as she reached behind her and grabbed something from her back pocket. Elliot grinned as he saw a pair of silver handcuffs. She smiled as she took first his left and then his right hand and cuffed him to the bed.
"Now, where shall we start?" asked the aroused detective. Olivia smiled and bent down for a kiss. She was straddling him and began moving slowly up and down over his genitals, making him moan, "O Liv".
She smiled wickedly and began working on his belt buckle. His erection was very apparent, and she could feel him under her body. She giggled as she pulled off his pants revealing a pair of blue boxers. She snapped the elastic at the top of the boxers and kissed Elliot again. Then she hopped off the bed and pulled off her jeans, revealing her long, strong muscular legs. She wore a black thong, complete with lace.
Elliot moaned again and thrashed on the bed.
"Be still," she cautioned, "Or else I may have to leave and leave you here, all alone, handcuffed to the bed."
Elliot lay still and Olivia laughed.
She climbed back onto the bed and once again straddled Elliot. She pulled off his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. She left a trail of kisses down his chest and then moved down his body. She continued her kisses, letting them fall down around his lower area. Elliot moaned as she removed the boxers and continued her assault. He could die a happy man.
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