Happy Holiday Hookups

A/N: For reasons I can't explain I've been inspired by Halloween this year? This story will feature one and two-shot fics about many different holidays, as we go through the year. Will consider continuing any chapter if there's a demand for it. All rated M for sexy times. If anyone has any specific requests/scenarios you'd like to see, please DM me on here, Twitter or IG (new2svu2017 on all platforms). I can promise they all won't be 10k+ words, this 1 got away from me, hopefully the more the merrier? Also dunno how old the twins would be in 2006, but I made them 12-13 years old in this one.

A/N 2: Chapter 1 is for Call_Me_Britney, your 2 loves inspired this chapter. Hope you like it girl!

Summary: During Elliot's separation, things get mixed up, and a case of mistaken identity brings a pair of people together at a workplace event. Takes place in season 9, 2006, after Olivia's return from Oregon. Canon up to that point, Elliot is still separated from Kathy, but Dani Beck stuck around and is working a couple floors below the Special Victims Unit, in the 16th Precinct.

Chapter 1: Can You Smell What The Rock Is Cookin'?

Disclaimer: Not mine, they're still Dick's.

Evening, 16th Precinct, Special Victims Unit, October 30th 2006

Olivia happily turned her computer screen off for the night. Looking around the empty bullpen she noticed Elliot's things scattered all over his workspace, his leather jacket still hung on the coatrack beside their desks.

Olivia spun around in her chair, last she heard, her partner told her he was going upstairs, and would be back in a bit. 'Upstairs,' had always meant the cribs to them, so she assumed that was where he went.

Things had been strained between the two of them since she came back from Oregon, but they were slowly finding their footing again. It didn't help that although she had left SVU, the girl that had momentarily replaced her, was now working just a few floors down from them in another unit. Olivia didn't know what the status of their relationship was, nor did she care, but for someone who apparently couldn't handle SVU, she sure spent a lot of her free time in their squad room, hanging out with her partner. Her partner who was currently MIA.

Olivia tried to push open the door to the cribs, when she found the heavy metal wouldn't budge she pounded on the door, "Stabler, you in there?"

She heard a few loud noises, and bangs, as well as a cursed 'shit,' as she tried to open the door again.

"Stabler?!" Olivia called through the heavy metal door.

A minute later Olivia heard the slide of the deadbolt as the door was unlocked, and cracked open a few inches. She could only make out the head, and upper torso of her partner. His bare upper torso.

Thoughts, that she was unsure why, made her feel sick to her stomach, suddenly congregated in her head.

"Yeah, you need something?" Elliot asked, in a breathy tone.

Before she could stop herself she blurted out her burning question, "Are you alone in there?"

The irritating fluorescent lights flickered behind her partner as he furrowed his brows in confusion.

"What? Of course, trust me I checked, I'm very, very alone," Elliot huffed in frustration.

"Then why are you half naked?" Olivia inquired with a tilt of her head, wondering when she had developed a case of verbal diarrhea.

Another thought finally dawned on her, the random sounds when she knocked, the whispered cursing, he was breathing harder than normal, and as her eyes dropped to his exposed collarbone, she noticed a red blush working it's way up his neck. A blush that she could feel appearing behind her own rosy cheeks. If no one was in there with him, like he claimed…

Olivia felt the embarrassment for the both of them, "Oh my God, I'm-I-I'm so sorry never mind, uhhh continue whatever you were doing."

Olivia waved a hand in the air, her nervousness was palpable, as she turned to leave.

Elliot narrowed his eyes, his partner never stuttered, or looked so nervous. He watched as her gaze dropped down his body, as he caught on to what she thought he was doing alone in the cribs.

"Wh-no, no no no!" he exclaimed, opening the door before he could think properly, exposing the rest of his body.

Olivia gaped at him, he was wearing nothing but a black leather vest and matching pants. It looked like he had attempted to draw something on his shoulder, the one without his cross tattoo.

As Olivia froze Elliot grabbed her by her bicep, and yanked her into the room before he slammed, and locked the door. Luckily for them most of the building was deserted at that time of night.

Olivia couldn't help staring, unsure of what she was seeing. Was his new girlfriend into some kinda S&M kink? Olivia shivered as the thought ran through her brain.

Elliot leaned his back against the solid door, "I have the kids for Halloween this year," he told her without being prompted, as if that automatically explained his getup.

"I-uhhh oh, okay?" Olivia mumbled, dragging out the 'kay'.

"The younger kids, Lizzie and Dickie, want to dress up together, the school has some…I dunno, family competition for best costume?" he tried to explain.

"Okay?" Olivia repeated, still not understanding how that would lead to her partner wearing leather pants, and an open leather vest. What on earth could his kids be wearing that would go with such a theme? It hardly seemed appropriate for someone in middle school.

"So they want to go as wrestlers, I'm suppose to be The Rock," he stated.

Olivia nodded as she fully understood why she was seeing what was in front of her.

Olivia wasn't too familiar with the wrestling world, but she had heard Special Agent Dean Porter ramble on about it while she was undercover in Oregon, during one of their numerous stakeouts. She vaguely recalled him talking about a rock, and wrongfully assumed he had a pet rock garden. Not really knowing how he should look, the only thing she could confirm was that he pulled it off.

She knew wrestlers now a days were ridiculously jacked, and although Elliot wasn't reaching their level of bulky size, he was definitely in the same, if not better shape than them. She also knew since leaving his wife, that her partner had been spending a large amount of time in the gym, and looking at him now she had to admit the dedication had paid off. He had always been in good shape, a quality as his partner she was thankful for. In her absence it appeared he had packed on quite a few extra pounds of solid muscle. His shoulders were wider, and though she tried not to let her eyes linger, she couldn't help noticing how much more defined his abdominal muscles were.

Her gaze wandered from his face to his chest, his solid pecs she knew would fill her palms, and then some. Hell, she held in her laughter, he could probably give her some competition, who's chest was bigger, his or hers? Lowering her eyes once more, she absentmindedly bit her upper lip, it looked like his abs had been chiseled out of marble, a duplication of all the Greek God statues she saw in the museums her mother would drag her to growing up. His arms were bigger too, not hurting his appearance at all.

"They ummm, gave me a list of wrestlers I could potentially go as, Mo was nice enough to get me the necessities needed for each one, but um I think this is a no-go," Elliot glanced down his body. He couldn't help noticing how his partner's eyes had blatantly checked him out, her heated gaze was causing his body to have it's own reaction, a reaction he needed to stop, because it would be extremely obvious in his tight leather pants, not to mention uncomfortable.

"Uhhh, wh-why? What, I mean why is this?" Olivia pointed a finger at him, "A no?"

"Don't really think it's family appropriate," Elliot muttered as he rubbed the back of his head. "Plus I refuse to shave my head, need to keep what ever hair I have left."

"Oh, true true, ahhh well um, I'm done for the night so I'm just gonna go-" Olivia pointed to the door behind him, desperate to get away from their awkward encounter.

Elliot pushed off the door, and took a few steps towards her.

"Wait," he held up his hands in the 3 feet between them, "Do you mind? I think I only have a couple more costumes, tell me what you think?"

Olivia folded her arms over her blouse, "I don't know anything about wrestling El…" The look Elliot was giving her made her sigh in defeat, "Ughh fine, are you sure?"

"Yeah, grab a seat," Elliot tipped his head towards one of the bunks. He moved back to the bench by his locker, where he had left an open duffel bag, with numerous costumes packed inside.

Olivia sat down on the bottom bunk, and sighed heavily, winter hadn't even started but New York had been experiencing an abnormally cold fall. She had been working ridiculous hours, just like the rest of her colleagues.

Olivia had agreed to attend the precinct Halloween party, after a stern suggestion from their CO, which was taking place the following night, but if it were up to her, she'd rather stay home and crawl into her warm inviting bed. A bed she was currently giving up to stay late at work, to help her partner. Her partner who wouldn't even be attending the precinct party.

Normally she would've been bummed by his absence, but with Dean in town; a man who had practically begged her for a date, Olivia knew she wouldn't have to deal with them getting into a confrontation at the very least. The plan fell together when Munch opened his big mouth to Dean, while Olivia and Elliot had been out canvassing, and he had invited Porter to the Halloween party, who later on that day had asked Olivia if they could go together.

"What are you doing?" Olivia gasped as Elliot stripped down to nothing but a pair of black underwear right in front of her. Either he trusted her implicitly, or he didn't have a modest bone in his body, she believed it was probably a mixture of both.

"This is what a wrestler called…Triple H wears, wait a second," Elliot picked through his bag, producing two black elbow pads, and a shockingly chin length dirty blonde wig.

Olivia wasn't sure whether she should moan, or laugh as he stood in front of her with his arms outstretched.

"Well? What do you think?" Elliot asked, his voice was loud in the empty room.

If he thought the rock's attire was inappropriate than this was downright pornographic. His entire upper body was bare. Olivia didn't know what this Triple H looked like, but she doubted he held a candle to the male specimen in front of her.

She had heard the rumours while she was working for computer crimes, before she even went away, how her old partner was taking his frustrations out on a harmless bench press, and boy did it show as he stood in front of her in a pair of black underwear. She was definitely reaping the benefits, Halloween may be for kids to get candy, but at that moment she was the one enjoying the eye candy her partner was providing her. It didn't take 20/20 vision for her to notice the way he filled out the small black shorts he was wearing. They looked like any other type of tighty whitey underwear, except they were black.

Olivia subconsciously licked her lips, never letting her gaze linger too long on any part of his body her eyes moved back up his body, landing on his chest, a chest that she could imagine pressing against her own breasts. Their nipples swiping against one another's, as the image appeared in her mind, she knew she was in trouble. She shook her head as she tried to clear it of her racy thoughts, she hoped the party went well, believing her inappropriate thoughts about her partner was just her body's natural reaction to her recent unforced celibacy. She sighed loudly, she needed to get laid.

Olivia crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together, she could already feel a dampness between her folds.

"So?" Elliot huffed, he knew he had a body most men would be proud of, but standing in front of his gorgeous partner still left him feeling inadequate. The blond wig definitely wasn't helping his self esteem either.

"Ummm, I think this one may be worse than the last one Stabler, definitely not appropriate for school, however I'm sure all the moms on the PTA would love it," Olivia tried to joke as she leaned back on her hands, her blouse stretching across her perky breasts.

Even from 10 feet away she could see his abs contract and relax as he breathed. He took a deep breath, unable to keep his own eyes on her face, he made the mistake of glancing down her body. Although the weather had turned to the colder side, the precinct was kept quite warm, and therefore gave no explanation for why he could suddenly make out the hard pointed buds trying to cut through his partner's bra and shirt.

Elliot swallowed loudly, he needed them to move on from his current costume, he could feel himself getting harder by the minute.

He looked down at himself, "Yeah I guess you're right, dunno what Mo was thinking. Ummm 'kay, I have one more-"

His voice was cut off by Olivia's cellphone ringing.

Glancing down at her Motorola razr she flipped it open to see who was calling. She wasn't surprised to see Dean's name, he had been calling her late at night pretty consistently since arriving in town.

Olivia didn't want to answer in front of Elliot, so she silenced the call, closing her phone, "I gotta get going," she explained while also stifling a yawn, holding her arm across her mouth.

Elliot's embarrassment suddenly increased tenfold. Here he was standing in front of his partner in nothing but a black pair of underwear, while she was not only tired, but clearly had somewhere else to be.

"Yes so," Olivia opened her locker, trying to ignore the familiar scent of her partner as they stood side by side, "Have fun at your kid's school tomorrow evening."

"Hmmm? Oh yeah," Elliot had been lost in thought, "Uhhh, have fun at the precinct party, I would've loved to go to it, then again it's more fun with a date, as lame as it sounds, Halloween is always more fun with a partner, you know couple costumes."

Olivia nearly choked on her own saliva as she heard him say 'partner'. She wondered if he had meant to say it, or if it was a Freudian slip?

"Right, well I'm going to go," Olivia stated as she closed her locker, grabbing a few files she intended on taking home with her for the weekend. "Good luck with everything, say hi to the twins for me!"

"'Course," Elliot sagged against the row of lockers as he watched her leave the cribs. He couldn't help wondering who called her at this time of night, and if she was attending the party with anyone. She didn't confirm that she was, but she also didn't outright deny it.

Evening, Taxi Cab, Streets of Manhattan, October 31st 2006

To say she was surprised would be an understatement.

Olivia had agreed to let Dean take care of their costumes. A decision she now regretted deeply.

She had been worried he'd pick up a slutty nurse or French maid costume for her. She'd never imagine he'd picked out some wrestling costumes for them. His featured a mask that covered all of his face except his mouth. She would never know it was him underneath it, if she hadn't seen him put it on.

Her costume was essentially a black leather jumpsuit. It had cutouts around her torso, leaving her with a thin black strip connecting her top to her black leather pants. The top was just like any other halter bikini. It also came with a long blonde wig, briefly reminding her of Elliot's Triple H costume. It took some effort for her to push the image of her half naked partner to the back of her mind, a part of her was happy she never did see his third option for a costume.

"Sorry Porter, who am I suppose to be again?" Olivia inquired as they neared the 16th precinct.

She heard Dean sigh beside her in the backseat of the taxi.

"I'm Rey Mysterio, and you darling are Trish Stratus," the special agent explained.

"Mmhm, got it," Olivia hummed, "And why again? It's not like I'm a blonde."

Olivia threaded her fingers through the long golden yellow wig she was wearing, she was sorely tempted to pull the fake hair up into a ponytail, the long bangs kept falling over her face.

Olivia sighed loudly as they came to a stop outside her workplace. The only good thing about the party they were about to attend, was that Elliot wouldn't be there. Having helped him the night before, she knew he had the twins, and was attending some school party. Olivia wasn't sure if Elliot had ever met Dean, through his work with the feds, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with his attitude. Whenever she worked with another male, her partner made his feelings very well known.

"Come on," Dean called getting out of the cab. "Aren't you looking forward to showing me off to all your friends? What about your partner, you guys are best friends you said."

Truthfully when she had accepted Dean's invitation for a date, she hadn't been thinking clearly. She'd had a couple beers when he called to say he'd be in town. Earlier that day Cragen had practically demanded the entire unit needed to be present at the damn Halloween party, and Olivia had witnessed a bushy haired blonde perched on her partner's desk, smile widely at him, and whisper between them. At the time she had no doubt in her mind that they were going to be going to the party together. When Dean called her that evening, she decided she didn't want to attend the workplace event alone, watching her partner, and her temporary replacement flirt with each other all night.

Days later Munch mentioned Elliot got out of it because of his kids, but it was too late, Dean had told her that day that he had picked up their costumes.

Which is how she found herself donning a blonde wig, and black leather jumpsuit, under a long trench coat, stepping off the elevator and into the buzzing bullpen of the SVU. They stopped at a utility closet that was being used as a coat check. Olivia shucked off her coat, dipping her head in the hopes that the young beat cop who she'd worked with numerous times over the past couple years wouldn't recognize her.

Dean handed her a ticket, which she accepted, she'd put it in one of her desk drawers for safekeeping.

"Ready?" Dean asked, offering his arm for her to hold on to.

Olivia took a deep settling breath, "As I'll ever be."

Halloween Night, Manhattan 16th Precinct, Special Victim's Unit, 2006

They hadn't been there long, and she already knew this had been a bad idea. She wanted to like Dean she really did. He was an age appropriate good looking man, with a stable job. No ex wives, or baggage to deal with. He wanted her, and he let her know it, there was no reading between the lines, or dissecting his statements.

'What was wrong with her?' she wondered starring into the mirror above the sink in the washroom she was currently hiding out in.

The alcohol had been flowing, and it provided her with a warm buzz.

'Maybe,' she thought, she just needed to give him a chance. So far their relationship had been strictly professional, perhaps that was the problem. They needed to see if they had a real physical connection.

Olivia took one last look in the mirror, shrugging at her blonde reflection she turned, and exited the bathroom.

The door had barely closed behind her when she spotted him leaving the men's washroom. Olivia rushed forward, and grabbed him by his muscular bicep. Not wasting a minute she pulled him further down the hall, away from the main squad room, and pushed him into a dark interrogation room.

"What the h-" Olivia cut him off as she pushed him up against the one way window.

"How many times have you fantasized about fucking me against a one way window, knowing we could see my colleagues, or yours on the other side, but they couldn't see us?" Olivia whispered between them before grasping the back of his mask covered head, and sealing her mouth over his.

She heard him gasp just before their lips touched for the first time.

It was the briefest of contact he allowed, before she felt him grip both of her toned arms, and pushed her back, while turning his head, and breaking their kiss.

Just like the mirror she had shoved him back against, their kiss was only one way too. Olivia couldn't help the feeling of embarrassment as it rushed through her body. She was so confused, Dean had made his intentions very well known, she couldn't understand why he was putting the breaks on now.

"Jesus Christ Beck, I told you I had no interest in turning our relationship into a romantic one!"

'Beck?' Olivia thought as she shook her head, the blonde wig, once again hiding half her face. As far as she knew Porter had never met, let alone had any kind of relationship with her temporary replacement.

"What?" she huffed, breathlessly barely able to hear the word that left her mouth.

"Shit, I can barely hear anything, or see anything with this stupid mask. Look Beck, I've tried to be diplomatic, you asked me to give you a reason to stay and I couldn't. You moved a couple floors down, and I hesitantly agreed to try to work on a friendship, as long as you understood it would never lead to anything more-"

"But, wait-" Olivia stuttered.

"You're not Olivia!" his grip on her arms was firm, it appeared he was fighting the urge to shake her.

"I know you thought because I had fallen for my partner once that it could happen again, but it didn't, and it won't. I'm sorry, I agreed to come tonight after my twin's came down with the flu and stayed at their mom's but I told you, it was just as friends. Nothing more."

Olivia's breaths were coming in fast, she squeezed her eyes shut. She planted both hands beside his head, against the window.

She felt like she was riddled with anxiety, perhaps on the verge of a full on panic attack.

Breathe in, breathe out, she said in her mind. She tried to write a list in her head of things she knew.

One, she knew she most certainly had not kissed her date for the night, Dean.

Two, it sounded like Elliot's plans had been cancelled because his twins were home sick, with their mother.

Three, that instead Elliot had in fact attended the precinct party instead.

Four, he came to the party with Beck.

Five, Beck who he apparently had no interest in romantically because Beck wasn't her.

As Olivia tried to slow her breathing, the man she had pinned against the window in a dark, abandoned interrogation room, was doing his own assessment of his current situation.

Elliot had been bummed when Kathy called to inform him, their twins had been up all night, both with fevers and sick to their stomachs.

He had offered to come over and help, but Kathy didn't see the point in exposing both of them to the bug going around their kid's school.

Dani Beck called him that afternoon hoping to convince him to ditch his kid's party and to attend the precinct Halloween party instead with her.

It was her lucky day, although he never would have cancelled on his kids to go anywhere with her, he didn't see the point in sitting home alone all night either. He hadn't even bought any candy to give out.

She asked him if he had a costume, and he told her what he had planned to wear to the school party. Beck went silent for a moment before telling him she could work with that.

After finalizing their plans for the evening, Elliot made it clear that this wouldn't be a date, that they were attending as friends, nothing had changed for him on that topic.

Which is why he was confused, finding himself pinned to the window in a silent interrogation room. They had already been at the party for a couple hours and the beers he had consumed, finally caught up with him. She had grabbed him as he left the bathroom, not giving him a chance for conversation before she had dragged him into the room, farthest from the bullpen.

As the woman in front of him paused, Elliot took a moment to do his own assessment. He could hardly hear or see through the Rey Mysterio mask. It had been the last costume he was going to show his partner the previous day, but also the most appropriate for his kid's party. The mask hid his face, except for his mouth. The rest of the costume consisted of some flashy red pants, and a black 'muscle shirt', that was open on both sides.

He noticed Beck's breathing was heavy and choppy, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Elliot tipped his head, not wanting to come across as a pervert, he couldn't help noticing how much larger her breasts appeared in her costume.

Noticing this made him note other things on his partner's replacement.

Her normal bushy hair that she almost always wore in a ponytail, was loose, cascading down her back and shoulders. She also had bangs falling over her face, bangs he swore she never had before.

The arms he had grasped to push her away from him were smooth and silky under his fingers. He could also feel the strength running through them when she moved her arms, planting both her hands beside his head.

His head, which was almost eye level with the woman in his arms.

Even with heels, Beck was a good foot shorter than him.

Elliot shivered as he came to the conclusion that he had not kissed Beck, which he was thankful for because although their lips had only touched for a couple seconds, he had felt a spark shoot through his entire body.

Elliot reached up and slid his fingers through the long blonde hair, grasping her face in both hands, he tugged her forward, wanting to feel that sensation again as she stumbled against his body.

This time it was the mystery woman's hands that came to rest on his biceps, but unlike him a few minutes earlier, she didn't use her grip to push him away.

The moment their lips connected he felt that spark again. That unbelievable feeling surged through not just his body, but his mind, and soul.

Elliot tilted his head, using his own mouth to pry hers open. He captured her unexpected moan in his mouth, as their tongues slid against the other's.

There was something about the sound of that moan, he had heard it before, recently too. Unfortunately for him his brain was malfunctioning. He didn't think he'd be able to string a coherent sentence together, this woman had successfully rendered him speechless, ironically with her pliable mouth.

Sliding one hand down her back he couldn't stop himself as it came to rest on a surprisingly plump leather clad ass. He barely heard her moan again but suddenly he wasn't making out with some unknown woman in an interrogation room, no… he was back in the cribs, the previous night, showing off his body while trying on Halloween costumes, and getting not just his partner's, but a woman's opinion on his attire. He didn't think she realized that he had heard her moan, but he had, a sound that he knew at the time would forever be embedded in his brain. A sound that he knew he would recall in the shower, or in his bedroom at night when he was all alone.

Or, thanks to some twisted fate, a sound he would recall as he made out with some mystery woman in the interrogation room, on Halloween at his precinct's party.

Benson. His partner. He was currently leaning against the one way window, making out with Olivia. Who somehow happened to be wearing the same Trish Stratus costume that Beck had donned too. A costume, that in the category of 'Who Wore It Better,' she Olivia, would win every time. Hell, he was pretty sure she filled it out better than the real person.

Suddenly the realization hit him full force, and he moaned her name between their attached lips.

"Uhhh, Elll," Olivia groaned, confirming they both were aware of whom they were kissing.

Neither one put a stop to it.

The opposite.

Hearing his name fall from her lips in the same tone as her moans, lit a fire inside of him.

He didn't know exactly how they found themselves in their current situation, and he decided very quickly that he did not care.

Elliot was suddenly filled with confidence, he squeezed her leather clad ass in one hand and, maneuvered her head with his other hand. He sucked on her plump bottom lip, only releasing it when she began to talk.

"What are we doing?" Olivia asked, "Oh God, what are we doing?" she whispered for a second time.

Elliot released his grip on her body, and intertwined their fingers together. He gave her hands a firm squeeze before moving them, pressing them at the base of his neck, he slowly dragged them down his upper body. He wanted to feel her hands on every inch of his body. Feeling his shirt in the way he moved her hands once more, slipping them underneath the open sides of his muscle shirt.

"Mmmm," they both groaned when he felt her strong hands make contact with the sensitive skin on his ribs. Fortunately they didn't stay there long, he gave her hands a slight push towards his upper torso, encouraging her exploration of his body.

Elliot was extremely proud of himself for spending so much time working out this past year. He wondered if he subconsciously did it for her, for a moment like this.

He felt her palms as she pressed her hands over his large pecs. He knew she'd be able to feel his rapid heartbeat.

Elliot still couldn't believe who he was wrapped together with, hidden from all his colleagues, and their dates. He couldn't help it as a laugh bubbled up his throat, into the otherwise quiet room.

He felt Olivia tip her head back, giving him a quizzical look. Elliot shook his head, "No it's nothing, I just can't believe this, this is actually happening. You-us," he chuckled, "This is it, we're really doing this, finally."

Elliot leaned forward, but barely brushed her lips before Olivia pulled back even further, she also pressed hard against his bare chest. Pining him to the one way window again.

"Wait, what?" Olivia questioned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Tired of his costume, Elliot ripped off his mask, tossing it onto the metal table in the centre of the room, a table that had a supporting role in more than a couple fantasies, and daydreams of his. The staring role had always gone to his brunette partner.

He took a deep breath, finally able to hear, and see clearly for the first time that night. Although they were wearing the same costume he could immediately point out the differences between his partner, and her old replacement.

He didn't like to compare them, or any women for that matter, but he couldn't help it in this instance.

Olivia wore the costume much better, despite Beck being a blonde. It was obvious to him that Olivia was wearing a wig, he wasn't a fan, but he could get past the blonde hair. Her outfit however. Elliot bit his knuckle as he admired the way she filled out the halter top, her breasts strained against the black leather material. Her naturally bronze skin stood out, even in the dark room, and he had already copped a feel, but he knew her ass looked great in the bottom part of the jumpsuit too. Her ass looked good in everything she ever wore, and he had no problem assuming it would look good wearing nothing at all.

He wasn't sure when he became so open and honest but he found he couldn't shut up, "I want you, I need you, I can't live without you."

"What are you talking about?" Olivia stepped back, removing her hands from his warm body to wrap her arms around herself.

"Th-this was an actual mistake, I-I thought you were my date," Olivia stuttered, clearly panicking about the situation they had found themselves in.

"Bullshit," Elliot practically growled as he pushed himself away from the window, taking slow calculated steps towards his partner, who was standing at the head of the table.

Olivia shook her head, "When I grabbed you by the bathroom, I thought you were him-"

"And when you moaned my name, and kissed me back, who did you think I was then?" Elliot's voice was low, predatory.

He was stalking his prey. Making slow calculated moves as not to spook her. He used his calm voice in an attempt to slowly reel her in. She was like an animal in the wild, prone to run at the slightest confrontation. He had let her escape, first to computer crimes, then to another state. Two strikes, he would not get a third. She had slipped through his grasp one too many times. It was time he laid it all on the line.

"I um," Olivia bit her swollen moist lip. It was wet, from a combination of both their mouths.

"Ohhh!" Olivia exclaimed as Elliot had lifted her underneath her upper thighs, and quickly deposited her on the table.

Elliot didn't waste a moment as he spread her thighs, and slipped between them.

"Elll," she moaned again.

"Yeah exactly, El, say my name again!" Elliot exclaimed before he attached his lips to her throat, brushing the long blonde hair behind her back.

"I, uh yes, I mean no, it's wrong, you you're married," Olivia began listing all the reasons they shouldn't be together.

"Separated," he hummed against her smooth soft skin.

"I-oh uhhh," Olivia couldn't remember her other objections. "Pa-partners," 'yes' she exclaimed in her head, proud of herself for remembering another reason.

"Not illegal," Elliot moved lower sliding his lips down her neck. He paused at her collarbone, "Frowned upon, but not illegal, we can work in the same unit."

"Next," he huffed, slipping even further down her body. He found the jumpsuit extremely sexy, but it was currently covering up the skin he really wanted to see, and touch.

"Ummm," Olivia couldn't concentrate with his lips and tongue making a path down her body. She knew they had a million reasons for having to draw a line that they dare not crossed when they became partners. But for the life of her she couldn't remember them now.

However the part of her that thought maybe if they did hookup once, that maybe they'd get each other out of their systems, was the same part in him that believed they'd finally moved past all the baggage and bullshit and maybe they were finally ready to be each other's one and only's.

They both wanted this physical encounter, this physical relief. But where she wanted a one-time release, he was already planning their futures. She didn't know if it was his upbringing, or his catholic values, but she couldn't believe the words, and promises coming out of his mouth. She was scared. She could barely stay in a relationship for 20 days, let alone the 20 years he had put in with Kathy.

She had so many 3-4 month relationships over the past 5+ years. She found faults in every man she dated, but looking back now, she wondered if they were real problems, or was she just comparing every guy she dated to the one she thought she could never have?

A part of her still believed he could go back to Kathy, but another voice in her head reminded her that although apparently propositioned by Beck, he turned her down too.

"Why, why now?" Olivia whimpered feeling him thread his fingers through her long locks, tipping her head back, exposing her long neck and chest to his hungry mouth.

His lips felt amazing on her skin, they left a warm tingling sensation on every inch of her body. Even his hands felt good on her scalp, but the blonde wig was still getting in her way.

Suddenly all the air left her body as another thought occurred to her.

"Oh God, it's because I'm blonde!" Olivia exclaimed loudly, feeling his head pop up, releasing a piece of the inside of her breast that he had been sucking on.

"Wh-what?" Elliot asked breathlessly.

"That's why now! Of course it is, you finally kiss me now, when I look just like your ex-"

Elliot didn't know if she was going to end her sentence with the word wife, or partner, but it didn't matter to him. He reached up, and yanked the blonde wig from her head, happy it wasn't clipped on, or anything. He tossed the wig, not noticing where it landed, and threaded his fingers through her long brunette locks, once he released them from her hair clip.

"So much fucking better," he pecked her lips once, twice, before resuming his previous position. He could see where he had been sucking on her breast, the red blemish releasing something inside of him. He knew she was the type of woman who would probably shoot any guy for marking her, but shit, did he find it incredibly sexy. He also realized that he'd be more than happy to wear the evidence of their coupling.

Her mouth was pressed against his forehead, he was pretty sure he could feel her lips turn into a grin.

"I thought you liked blondes? Kathy, Beck-"

Elliot hummed against her chest as he pressed his lips to the skin above her rapidly beating heart.

"Naw, in fact I haven't been able to get this brunette outta my head," Elliot kissed her chest, "For years now."

He heard Olivia exhale above him, and felt her arms moving, sliding past the sides of his open muscle shirt, his whole body shuttered when her hands came into contact with his broad chest. Her hands were warm against his pecs. He never knew his body was so sensitive to nothing but a touch. Granted he didn't have the most experience, his ex barely touched him at all in the past decade but he couldn't recall a time, even when they were younger, that his body responded the way it was now. The voice inside his head was screaming that it wasn't just any woman making him feel that way.

It was Olivia. Her hands that left a trail of heated skin in her wake.

He hadn't heard planned on confessing his feelings tonight when he decided to join the party. But apparently fate had a different idea. What were the chances they'd both bring a date and wear the same costumes?

A costume that fit Olivia to a T, almost looking like someone had painted it on her. The more he saw the more he loved.

And he wanted to see more.

Elliot released her from his previous grip, and as he pushed her dark brown hair to one side, he asked, "Is this okay?" as he grabbed ahold of the clasp at the back of her neck.

He watched Olivia as she swallowed hard, a nervousness was permeating out of his partner in waves. He didn't want to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, no matter how they found themselves in their current predicament.

"Are you drunk?" Olivia whispered.

He heard the question for what it was. Her last reason for them not to be doing what they were doing.

Elliot shook his head, "No, are you?"

"I sobered up pretty quickly the moment we kissed," Olivia bit her bottom lip.

"If I do this…" Elliot trailed off, he knew he'd have trouble focusing on work, finally knowing what she had hidden beneath all those layers of clothes that she wore to work every day.

"There's no going back," Olivia finished his sentence for him.

"We can still walk out of this room right now, and forget tonight ever happened," Elliot suggested, giving her an equal opportunity to get out of their embrace.

Olivia reached up behind her head, and brushing against his hands, and fingers, she undid the clasp on the neck of her leather jumpsuit.

It was Elliot's turn to swallow hard, past the lump in his throat. He kept his eyes glued on hers as he caught the bare skin of her mounds in his peripheral vision, he could only make out the upper curve of her breasts.

Elliot waited, holding his breath it felt like hours but was merely seconds before Olivia closed her eyes, and slowly nodded her head.

Pressing forward he pecked her swollen lips, before finally letting his gaze drop down from her beautiful face, lower and lower, coming to rest on her heaving chest.

He could tell by her inhale and exhales, that she was breathing fast. Which was the complete opposite of himself. He felt like he wasn't breathing at all.

Elliot knew his partner was beautiful from the moment he laid eyes on her. In order to make their partnership, and his marriage work, he had to treat her like one of the guys, ignore the way her clothes would cling to her womanly curves, tuck away his deepest desires and dreams into the very back corner of his brain.

Undoing her costume, she was letting him see her, physically, and emotionally. She was lowering her walls, baring herself and her soul. He knew what a ginormous step this was for her.

As he suspected, she was just as beautiful on the outside, as he knew she was on the inside. A forbidden inquiry he had early in their partnership, was whether his partner's golden bronze skin extended all over her body? He was finally figuring out that answer to be a resounding 'yes.'

Her breasts were even larger than he imagined, as he cupped them between his thumbs and forefingers, they spilled over, and he could feel her chest vibrate as she moaned, her hard nipples rubbing against his palms.

He couldn't help but stare, as he softly massaged her perky mounds, not believing this was really happening. He was caught in some kind of trance, acting like a teenager, zoned in on his first playboy. He knew she could ask him to do anything in that moment, and he'd full heartedly agree. Once more he was astonished at the power this woman had over him. He may have pursued her initially, but there was no doubt in his mind who was really in charge of their encounter.

Her breasts were full, definitely a C-cup, if he had to guess, capped off by light brown and pinkish hard nipples. Using his thumbs he circled her areoles, watching in fascination as goosebumps broke out on her skin. Despite not touching them directly, he noticed her tips getting even harder.

Olivia arched her back pushing her breasts up, and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him toward her. Looking up for a moment he saw that her eyelids were cracked open, her narrowed gaze was watching him as she tried to maneuver his mouth closer to her bosom.

Elliot's closed lips brushed against her bud, causing them both to jerk at the sensation.

"Unghhh," Olivia grunted, sounding somewhere between pain and pleasure.

"Mmmm," Elliot hummed, knowing she could probably feel the vibrations against her breast.

Deciding they both had tortured each other enough over the past years, Elliot opened his mouth, letting her aroused peak graze his tongue. Which he used to copy his earlier movements, circling her areola with the tip, he could feel her raised skin, but was careful not to touch her where she wanted him most.

"Pl-please," he heard the pained whisper above him.

Once more he gave in to her needs, flicking her nipple up and down, side to side, before finally closing in and wrapping his lips around her engorged flesh. He suckled on her aroused tip, and felt her wrap her arms around his head, holding him even tighter against her unnecessarily.

In that moment the jaws of life couldn't have pried him off her chest. As he sucked on her left breast, he continued to massage, and flick his thumb over her right swollen peak. After one hard tug, he slowly let her bud slip from in between his lips.

Staring at her heated flesh he let out a moan of his own, he was surprised that he could get any harder, but seeing her breast slick with his saliva, her nipple hard and distended by something he did, his pants couldn't get any tighter.

Speaking of, his pants that were suddenly around the top of his thighs, she had distracted him enough that he hadn't noticed her arms releasing the vice grip that she had on his head, and instead had somehow snaked between them, lowering his pants, allowing his hard cock to be free. The relief he felt was immediate, no longer crammed in his costume, it was also revealed that he had indeed chosen to go commando that evening.

His daughter had definitely picked up the wrong size, the pants clung to his strong thighs, and rock hard ass, leaving him no choice but to forgo his usual boxer briefs.

Her impatience turned him on even more, unable to hold back himself, he tipped his head forward, sucking her neglected nipple into his mouth, as he simultaneously grabbed the sides of her jumpsuit, and tugged as hard as he could.

After a couple hard pulls, Olivia caught on to his intentions and let go of his pants, planting her hands on the metal table she raised her lower body, allowing him to move the material over her ass, and down her firm thighs.

She was wearing heels, heels that most definitely did not come with the costume. He was thankful as she kicked one off, hearing it clatter to the floor beside him. He pulled the leather pant leg off her foot.

As he reached for the other leg, she surprised him once again. He knew she must have given her brain over to her sexual desires, not wasting time to divest herself of all her clothing, she wrapped her toned thighs around his bare hips, pulling him into her body.

"Fuuuuuckin' hell," Elliot groaned, as she surprised him for a third time. She was at the perfect height, his hard shaft brushed through a copious amount of fluid. His mouth had detached from her perky mounds, and glancing down his suspicions were confirmed. She too had forgone underwear that night.

He tried not to think about the fact she had maybe dressed that way for another man, whoever the lucky bastard was that claimed her as his date that night.

Elliot chuckled, maybe the asshole wasn't so lucky after all, since it was he who was currently living out multiple fantasies he had in the past, staring his partner. Hell, some even featured the very interrogation room that she had pulled him into that night.

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt his flimsy shirt being tugged up, and over his head.

Elliot reached down, and grabbed his erection, like his partner he was already leaking fluid from his bulbous head. Using his tip he stroked along her engorged clit.

"Ahhh," Olivia gasped, her nails sinking into his chest, which she had been slowly rubbing, exploring all his indentations, his muscles firm, and flexing under the palm of her hands.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Elliot rasped.

Olivia closed her eyes, the onslaught of feelings were driving her, to her breaking point. She wrapped her arms around his sweaty torso, her hands clung to the back of his shoulders. Even in the midst of their frantic passionate embrace, Elliot had the ability to pull her back, and create an ambiance of mutual respect, and sincerity.

"I-I, fuck Liv, you're so sexy, smart, funny," Elliot continued with his compliments, something she never thought she'd like, especially from her partner. Olivia felt every swipe against her clit. He was sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body.

"Never been so hard in my life…" he trailed off, he hadn't even been inside her, yet he was struggling to hold off his climax.

Never had a woman had him about to blow, with next to no stimulation on her part. "Just the sight of you, can't tell you how many boners I've had to hide underneath my desk."

Never had a man had her on the precipice of an orgasm, while simultaneously giving her brain, pride, and soul an orgasm too.

"Fuck Benson!" Elliot huffed, as he moved his cock, quickly rubbing hard along one side of her bundle of nerves, before slipping down to her entrance, he could already feel the warmth permeating from her body, especially her liquid heat, collected around her puckered hole.

Olivia smiled, Elliot sure was a talker, a fact that surprised her, she wrongly assumed he'd be the strong silent lover type. She felt him stroke her clit firmly a few times, her mouth forming an 'O' shape, but her moan got caught in her throat as she suddenly felt him pressing against her moisture laden entrance.

Her silent scream didn't fracture the moment. She clung to the bulging muscles in his upper back, as he grasped both sides of her face.

His fingers dug into her hair, and he pressed forward until their foreheads connected. Putting both their climaxes on hold, Elliot whispered in the inches that separated their lips, "Te-tell me you know."

Olivia closed her eyes. She knew exactly what he was referring to, as she strained to get her brain to start working again. She couldn't look into his dark, stormy blue eyes, if she did she was liable to blurt out all her hidden secrets, and feelings.

Olivia took a deep breath, swallowing past the lump in her throat.

Did she love him? Of course she did, he was her partner, her best friend. But did she love him more than that? She couldn't argue that they had passion, and emotions, but those things fade. Without a sturdy foundation, mutual respect, and actually liking the other person, their relationship would be nothing but angst, doomed from the beginning as so many were. People got caught up in the lust, in the physical acts, and pleasure. All of which she knew from experience, would fizzle out.

"I know," Olivia nodded, bobbing her head a couple times, she opened her eyes to find his shiny blue orbs staring back at her.

Apparently that's all he needed to hear, the actual words unnecessary, their mental, and emotional connection winning out, as it so often had in the past, allowing them to communicate without words. A feat that made them exceptional partners in the field, perhaps would make them exceptional partners in the bedroom too. He closed the remaining inches between them. His lips connecting with hers, at the same time his dick finally breached her core. The tip of his hard on, pushed past the tight ring of her entrance.

If he thought her entrance was tight, it was nothing compared to the way her warm wet walls wrapped around his erection. Elliot broke their kiss, unable to multitask, their lips brushed together, both of them breathing heavily, as he tried to hold back, unprepared for the snug fit he was feeling all around him.

Every part of him was encompassed by her. From her arms clinging to his back and shoulders, to the way her thighs squeezed his waist between her legs, the heels of her feet dug into his firm ass. Last but far from least, was her slick inner channel, constricting his movements as he tried to establish some kind of rhythm.

"I, oh God," Olivia cried, her nails scraping down his back, Elliot knew she was leaving marks on him. He grinned widely between them, but quickly furrowed his brow, as her walls contracted around him, causing him to lose his cadence.

Olivia whimpered, "Let go."

Elliot shook his head, he had barely been inside her for any length of time. The only other times he'd blown so quickly were when he was a teenager, getting his first hand jobs. At that age a stiff breeze could have him coming in his sweats, but he thought since puberty that he had learned a thing or two. 20 years later, leave it to his partner to bring him right back to his humble beginnings.

Olivia nodded, knocking his head, she wanted to feel him come, seeing and feeling the way his body had reacted to her, from the moment their lips had accidentally touched, gave her such confidence. A serotonin boost to her ego. People complimented her on her looks, but licking her lips, she wondered what other people saw when they looked at her partner. He may get turned on by her body, but the feeling was extremely mutual.

"Come Detective," Olivia gasped after one particularly hard thrust. Her partner didn't pull back like he had been doing, he stilled, and she felt him pulsing inside her.

Elliot groaned, she really was his equal, his partner. He didn't even have to ask her to call him Detective, a kink he, and most cops had, that sounded even sexier falling from her kiss swollen lips.

He could feel her contracting walls milking him for all he was worth as he jerked inside her.

Together they rode out their climaxes, nipping and pecking at one another's lips as their bodies physically shook, and they tried to catch their breaths.

They were both covered in a light layer of sweat, as time passed Elliot could feel his other senses returning, he noted the sting of the scratches on his back. He moved his arms, and rubbed his hands up and down the smooth silky skin on her back. He massaged her strong back muscles, his hands slowly slipping down until he was gripping her firm ass in his palms.

"You still with me Benson?" Elliot whispered, his voice seemed louder than usual, the only other sounds in the deserted interrogation room were their mutual heavy breathing.

"Mmhm," Olivia purred by his ear as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Can't believe we just did that, in here of all places," Olivia's voice was lower than he had ever heard it before.

Dear Lord, a thought just occurred to him, was this her post-sex voice? If so he wanted to hear her talk in that tone over, and over again.

Elliot let out a small chuckle, "I know we didn't plan it, but I can't tell you how many fantasies I have had featuring you, and this room."

"Oh really Detective?" Olivia grinned against his shoulder.

Elliot hung his head, his forehead landing on her shoulder as he felt himself jerk inside her.

"Please don't," Elliot groaned. They had barely climaxed five minutes ago, but he could already feel a tingling in his cock.

"I'm serious Liv, I don't think I can hear you say that word without getting turned on from now on," Elliot explained. He felt her shake in his arms, as she laughed lightly, he pulled halfway out of her warm core, and as he suspected his dick was drenched in both their juices.

He noted her giggling had stopped, and glancing at her face he saw that she too had noticed their combined fluids. Elliot squeezed her butt, he slid his hands even lower, gliding through their juices, until he was rubbing at her entrance from behind causing her to gasp.

"Yeah not so funny now is it?" Elliot asked as he massaged the skin around her entrance.

"El we can't," Olivia complained as she shuffled her body, her ass feeling numb from balancing on the cold surface for so long.

"We've already been gone for too long, and I have a feeling our counterparts won't have had the same physical case of mistaken identity," Olivia explained, her tone was still husky.

"You've got to stop moving Liv," Elliot grunted, feeling her distended nipples cut across his chest. First it was her voice, then her lower body, and now it was her upper body turning him on again. Would any part of her not arouse him in the future?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's get cleaned up okay?" Elliot nodded, releasing her ass, he made sure she was balanced before he stepped away and began tossing her clothes at her, while simultaneously trying to shove his sweaty body back into his costume.

"What does this mean?" Elliot asked, wrestling, no pun intended, with the tight wrestling pants that he had been wearing all night.

"Where's my wig?" Olivia muttered ignoring his question.

Elliot huffed as he picked up his mask, "Liv, what does this mean?"

"Seriously, where did that horrendous thing go?" Olivia scanned the room, trying to remember where Elliot had tossed it.

Elliot came to stand in front of her, he handed her the ugly blonde wig, then grabbed both her biceps, trying to get her full attention for a minute.

"What did this mean? Was this just some fantasy you wanted to cross off your list? Did you even care who was behind this Rey Mysterio mask?" Elliot questioned.

Olivia frowned, she shrugged her shoulders, making him drop his hands from her arms, "Are you for real?"

Elliot shrugged too, as he pulled the Rey Mysterio mask over his head, "You can't really blame me for asking, I wasn't even the guy you meant to pull into this room."

"Wowwwwww," Olivia drawled, "You… wow you're really something else. Hell I'm surprised you could even fuck me without me wearing this fucking wig!"

Olivia threw the wig at his chest. Elliot bent over and picked it up off the floor. "Why the hell would I have wanted you in this?"

"Seems the only type of woman you knowingly go for, I'm not naïve, or an idiot, you think I didn't hear the rumours about you and Beck when I was gone? Must've be a real disappointment looking up from your desk, and seeing brown not blonde!" Olivia's raised voice caused the hairs on the back of his neck to raise as well.

Elliot tossed the wig onto the table behind them, the table that had just taken centre stage in the greatest sexual experience he had ever had.

"Let me make something very clear to you Olivia," Elliot began, his voice was deep, and silky smooth, representing a calm that neither Detective felt in that moment.

"Apparently you've already forgotten what I said when you pulled me into this room and I thought you were in fact Dani. I told you I didn't want you, that we had no romantic connection, and just because I fell for my partner once, that it would never happen again. So now I ask you, Detective Benson, what part of that statement confused you? Because I thought I made it pretty obvious who I had fallen for when I said, 'You aren't Olivia.'"

Olivia opened and closed her mouth multiple times, but no words ever came out.

Elliot nodded, "Yeah, here we go again, things get serious and you shut down, or run. Am I gonna come into work Monday morning and find another replacement again sitting at your desk?"

Elliot sighed as he gave Olivia one last chance to salvage their relationship. Getting nothing but a blank look and radio silence, Elliot turned and walked towards the door.

Just as he wretched it open, it was slammed shut from behind him. A hand on his shoulder turned him around, before shoving him against it. He had a sudden sense of déjà vu from being shoved against the one way mirror earlier.

"It's not any Rey Mysterio, it's not any Triple H," Olivia began listing his other costume options, "or any Rock, it's you, and only you," she declared as she took off his mask, tossing it beside her blonde wig on the table. The items representing the barriers keeping their thoughts and feelings apart, and hidden from the other. Just as they stripped away their costumes, they stripped away the walls they had erected around themselves. Walls that, at first glance looked like they had erected to keep people out, but they had also built them to keep their feelings in.

Feelings they had for one another.

Olivia grabbed both his cheeks, her fingers sliding along his chiseled jaw, she tilted his head as she leaned in to kiss him.

Elliot wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his warm embrace. His other hand covered hers on his cheek. He intertwined their fingers and brought her hand down to his chest, pressing it over his heart.

"Feel that?" he asked breaking their kiss, "As corny as this sounds, it beats for you, you gotta promise me you won't be scared, you won't run away."

Olivia paused, noting the moisture building in the eyes of her big, strong, masculine partner.

"Oh I am scared," Olivia confessed, "But I promise not to run."

Elliot quirked a bushy eyebrow, "Thought Badass Benson wasn't scared of anything."

Olivia gave him a small smile, "Badass Benson isn't, but you're dealing with Olivia now."

Elliot grinned, "I think I can deal with her."

"Good, now let's get the hell out of here, I wouldn't put it past Porter to call the feds and to send out a search party for me," Olivia joked.

"I'd send out a search party too, if you were my date and I couldn't find you," Elliot kissed her quickly, once again loving the lack of height difference.

"Awwwwww," Olivia laughed at his corny statement.

As Elliot turned to open the door he paused.

"El?" Olivia asked, unsure of why he suddenly stopped.

"Porter? As in your case agent from Oregon?"

"Ummm, yes? He's back in New York, asked me out when Munch mentioned this Halloween party to him," Olivia explained how she ended up in this predicament.

"I knew it, I knew that asshole had a thing for you, he was such a smug little bastard whenever he called Cragen with an update, I asked him a thousand times to give you a message, can I assume none of them made it to you?" Elliot could feel his blood boiling.

"Afraid not," Olivia smoothed her hands over his chest. She could feel his muscles coiling, matching the anger she was sure he was feeling inside.

Not wanting to see two grown men get into a physical altercation over her at a precinct Halloween party, she tried to diffuse the situation.

"It doesn't matter, it's in our past, and I don't know about you, but I'm much more excited about our future," Olivia kissed him again, hoping he caught on to how she used the word 'our,' when talking about the future.

"Mmhmmm," Elliot moaned, tipping his head to the side, deepening their kiss.

Olivia smiled, she couldn't get sucked back into a haze of arousal or they'd never leave the interrogation room. She slowed their kiss, ending with a few pecks, "Besides what's this about some bushy haired blonde woman, that apparently keeps hitting on you?"

"Uhhh…"

"And how on earth is she your date tonight?" Olivia continued.

"When I found out the twins were sick, I decided to come to the party here instead, and well, to be honest I didn't wanna show up alone. I knew she'd jump at the chance to go too, and I already had my costume, she said she'd have no problem matching it, and voila, that's how we ended up here," Elliot spoke quickly. "How did you end up dressed as a wrestler tonight?"

"Dean. When he asked me to this shindig, I agreed only if he took care of the costumes. When he gave me mine, and told me who I was suppose to be, I figured maybe this wrestling craze was a guy thing?" Olivia chuckled, "And I never did see that third costume Maureen bought for you."

"Don't you think you're maybe giving her mixed signals?" Olivia quirked one of her own perfectly shaped eyebrows, turning the tables back on him, when she saw he was satisfied with her answer.

Elliot shook his head, "I made it abundantly clear we would be attending as coworkers, possibly friends, but nothing more."

"Good, and in fact if that's the case, I say we both go find our dear coworkers, the other wrestlers we actually came to this party with, and wrap up our nights," Olivia stated.

"Meet you back at my apartment for round 2, in an hour?" Olivia proposed.

"Round 2? What about round 3? Or until one or both of us is out for the count?" Elliot laughed at his own joke.

Olivia rolled her eyes, she ran a single finger down the centre of his muscle shirt covered chest, "It's a shame we really didn't plan this, because I have a fantasy about this room too, however it also involved your handcuffs." Olivia placed her other hand on his ass, where his cuffs would normally be. She tilted her head towards the metal table in the centre of the room.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Elliot muttered as he tipped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the image of his naked partner, cuffed to the table, out of his head.

Olivia giggled walking over to said table she couldn't help bending over it to grab their discarded wig, and mask. She heard Elliot's pained groan.

"Let's go," he grunted, grabbing the mask from her, and yanking it back over his head.

"See you in an hour," he whispered as he left the room, he knew if he even looked back, that they'd spend the rest of their night in there. His pants were too tight to be walking around with a hard on, he had to get away from her.

When he woke up that morning he thought he'd be spending his evening at his kid's school, dodging all the single moms, and ignoring the comments about his sexy single partner from all the dads.

Trying to salvage his night, he had asked Beck if she wanted to go, he figured they could use the opportunity to work on their friendship, and he could find out if his partner was attending the party with anyone. Knowing she probably was, gave him another reason for asking Beck to go with him. He didn't want to be alone, fuming from jealousy all night, at some unknown stranger draped all over his partner.

What actually transpired was better than anything he could have ever imagined.

He firmly believed he would be a fan of Halloween from this night on. Trick or treat, they ask. What started as a trick, a bloody case of mistaken identity, had turned into the best treat he had ever received.

The End?

A/N: I wrote most of this story on some HEAVY drugs before and after a little stomach surgery I had on Friday (Oct 21st). Hopefully someone enjoys it. I do apologize for the length, but as I said: drugs. I haven't been on Twitter in a hot minute because I hate spoilers and it's impossible to go on any social media platform now adays and not see something, also things be kinda toxic on there. So no spoilers please :) My poor beta tried, but this was a long one, all mistakes mine, but thank you for trying to my fiancé.

A/N 2: Rachel asked me to post this for her on Halloween but I completely forgot. She was slowly recovering from a small stomach operation, when they had to suddenly operate on one of her lungs, she's been coughing blood for a few days. I'm her fiancé posting this, but I know she'll look forward to reading all your kind reviews etc when she's feeling a bit better. Thanks to everyone who continue to read and review her stories, they really brighten her days, which she needs going on 9 months in the hospital, most of them in isolation.