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Olivia looked through the closet of clothes and sighed; she wasn't used to having so many decisions to make when it came to what to wear. She finally decided on an angle-cut flowing green and blue skirt that skimmed right above her knees, and a blue silk-chiffon cami that matched it for her top. It was elegant, yet not too dressy for a night out in Mexico.

After Olivia was dressed and ready she entered out into the living room and saw Elliot with a beer in his hand, he reached onto the table and handed one to Olivia; "Thought you could use this." He said smiling at her.

"Oh, I've trained you well," joked Olivia grabbing the beer from his hand. Elliot led Olivia out onto the deck and they both sat down.

"It's hard to believe we are in Mexico," said Elliot breaking the silence finally.

"What Stabler, the weather didn't tip you off?" said Olivia smiling over at him.

"You know what I mean," he said rolling his eyes back at her. This was the first time he'd really looked at her since she'd come out of the bed room, she looked amazing. The outfit she was wearing hit her in all the right places, and the material was just begging to be touched. 'She's your partner Stabler; you're undercover, you need to shake this,' the little angel on his shoulder began to tell him.

"Elliot?" said Olivia snapping him out of it, "did you hear what I just said?"

"Sorry Liv, I was distracted," he said shaking his head, "what did you say?"

"You know you're rich now, you can afford to pay attention," joked Olivia standing up, "I SAID we should probably head down it's almost eight."

Elliot looked down at his watch, she was right, standing up he followed her back into the living room. Just as they were about to head out, there was a knock at the door. Cautiously Elliot stepped in front of Olivia and opened it. This gesture made Olivia smile, he always so protective of her.

"Mr. and Mrs. Stabler, your car is ready," said the man on the other side of the door.

"Thank you," said Elliot, grabbing Olivia's hand he led her out the door.

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Once they arrived at the restaurant the driver escorted them in, something that Elliot found a little odd. The driver whispered something to the man at the door, and he quickly sat Olivia and Elliot.

Tres Isles was buzzing with tourists and locals. Olivia couldn't help but smile at how happy everyone was in this town; Mexico just did that to people she figured. The table was off in the corner, and over looked the ocean through a series of picture windows.

"Is this okay?" asked the waiter as he pulled out Olivia's chair.

"Yes, it's wonderful," she replied sitting down.

They both began to look over the menus. Neither of them was used to going out and not worrying about money, so it was nice to look at the expensive items on the menu. Just then the waiter walked over carrying a bottle of champagne, "on the house," he said as he filled to glasses.

"Thank you senor," said Elliot as he raised his eyebrows at Olivia. "Someone sure likes us," he continued as he raised his glass; "Well here's to us."

Olivia smiled and raised her glass, "I'll second that."

The two drank the champagne and then ordered their dinner.

"So, do you think Eduardo is involved?" whispered Elliot, lowering his head.

"I think it's awfully convenient that he scheduled this dinner for us, and that the other couples had all eaten here also," she whispered back.

"He seems so nice though," said Elliot taking a sip of his champagne.

"Yeah, well we've known a lot of rapists and murders who have SEEMED nice," said Olivia polishing off her drink.

"Okay, but he's still our only lead so far, so we need to watch ourselves around him," said Elliot as he grabbed the bottle and filled Olivia's drink again.

"Trying to get me drunk?" asked Olivia smiling.

"We're married," said Elliot grabbing her hands, "I don't have to try."

Olivia's heart raced as Elliot's hand touched hers. She knew he was just doing it to make them seemed married, but she couldn't help but think, wish, that it meant more. As the food arrived she leaned back, thankful for the distraction.

They both began to dig into their food, every once and awhile the other would steal a bite of something off the other persons plate. They had managed to finish off the bottle of champagne when their waiter came over to take there plates.

"How was everything?" he asked as he cleared the plates.

"Wonderful," said Olivia smiling at him.

"Just like Katrina and Matt said it was," added Elliot.

"Yes, the Winlock's," said the waiter sadly, "we were all so sad to hear what happened to them."

"Oh you knew them?" asked Elliot looking over at Olivia.

"Of course senor, they were down here all the time, even before they got married."

"Really?" said Olivia looking at the man.

The waiter, realizing he'd said too much quickly excused himself from the table.

"He knows something," said Olivia eyeing Elliot.

"Good detective work Benson," said Elliot sarcastically.

Olivia looked down at her napkin, "Well I learned from the best," she snapped back.

Elliot smiled, as the band in the restaurant began to play a slow song; "may I have this dance Liv?" he asked standing up and walking to Olivia's side of the table.

Olivia stood up, and got a head rush as the alcohol hit her.

The two walked hand and hand out onto the dance floor. Olivia smiled as she noticed the people looking at them; she knew that look. It was the look of envy that she usually had when she was out dinning and a rich, beautiful couple walked by her; it was nice to be on the other side of that look.

Once they reached the dance floor, Olivia wrapped her arms around Elliot's neck and they began swaying to the soft Spanish tones. Before she knew it Elliot had wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, and she had buried her face into his chest.

His entire body was numb, she felt perfect in his arms, like that was where she was suppose to be for the rest of her life. He'd always ignored the looks, the touches, but right now for some reason he couldn't ignore how this felt. He got nervous because he was certain that she could feel his heart beating through his chest.

"Liv," he said.

"Hmm?" she questioned pulling back from him. He was looking into her eyes with a look she hadn't seen before; she thought she knew all of Elliot Stabler's looks but this one seemed different, it seemed like he was looking right through her.

Then it happened. That moment when everything around you stops, and it's just you. Elliot leaned down and kissed her slowly on the lips; he then parted her lips with his bottom lip, and she closed her eyes. The problem with this situation is she didn't know what Elliot she was dealing with; the real one or the undercover one. It didn't matter though because she was just so thankful to have his lips on hers.

She kissed him back, and then he pulled away, looking into her eyes again with that look. He then led her off the dance floor and back to their table. They both sat down and sighed, neither sure of what had just happened.

"Are you folks ready to go?" asked the waiter with a thick accent.

"Yes," said Elliot smiling at him, "can I ask you something?" he added before the waiter had a chance to leave.

"Yes senor, of course," said the man looking at Elliot. "Did they ever find the Winlock's? We only heard in New York that they went missing."

"Oh senor, I am sorry to be the one to tell you this," said the man looking down, "but they were found this morning, there car went off the Hernando cliff, up in the mountain area."

Olivia and Elliot both looked at each other in shock; "Thanks," said Elliot handing the man a wad off cash, "keep the change."

"Gracias senor," said the man eagerly, "sorry about your amigo."

"Thanks," said Elliot standing up and grabbing Olivia's arm, "Buenos Noches."

"Well Liv," he said once they were out of ear shot, "feel like a trip to the mountains tomorrow?"

"Oh that would be charming," she said smiling. All thought of the kiss they had just shared was lost as they remembered that they were here to solve a case.

The ride home was silent. Elliot kept wondering if kissing Olivia had been right, it had been so spontaneous; his lips just found hers. He didn't know if she had kissed him because she wanted to or because she was playing a part; the lines of reality and fiction were become far too blurred for his liking.

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Once they were back in the room they both sighed as they sat on the couch in the living room, "it has been a LONG day," said Olivia stretching out her now bare feet, "I think I'm going to go change."

Elliot smiled at her, "go for it, I'm going to grab a beer; you want one?"

"LOVE one," said Olivia leaning on the entryway to their bedroom.

Elliot got up and headed to the kitchen, she was right; it had been a long day. He smiled as he remembered the way that Olivia's lips had felt on his. Like everything else in their relationship that kiss had just fit; he just wished he could read her mind and know how she felt about it.

Olivia reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top. She pulled off her outfit and quickly changed into her pajamas.

"I feel like myself for the first time all day," said Olivia as she walked into the kitchen, finding Elliot in front of the refrigerator.

"Elliot?" she said, he was just staring into the light.

"So when we kissed tonight," he said turning to her, "that wasn't you?"

Olivia didn't know how to respond, "Elliot, I didn't mean that, I just meant that I've had to dress and act all rich today, now I'm myself."

"So that was you then?" he asked walking dangerously close to her.

Olivia's pulse began to quicken as he entered her space; "I don't know," she finally responded.

"Well there's one way to find out," he whispered running the back of his hand along her cheek.

"El.." Her words were cut off as his mouth covered hers. It was different then last time because this time she knew who she was dealing with. Slowly his mouth moved over hers, and he opened it up to him and his tongue entered her mouth.

Slow, sweet kisses soon turned into feverish, wanting ones as he slid his tongue along her gums, and she battled back, her own tongue exploring his sweet taste.

With one swift lift Elliot picked Olivia up and placed her onto the counter. She let out a sigh as her legs crashed against the cold tile. They both continued to kiss each other feverishly, neither one wanting it to stop, or wanting to come up for air.

Olivia leaned her head back as Elliot began to place kisses along her neck line, leaving little wet trails everywhere he went. Olivia began to wonder if she was dreaming; it was just too good to be true, everything just felt to right. Hungrily she began to pull at the buttons on his shirt.

"Sorry," she whispered, as one popped off the shirt landing with a thud on the floor below.

Elliot just smiled at her and pushed his hands under her shirt, rubbing his hands along her stomach. The sensation made her quiver and she kissed his lips hard.

Before Olivia knew what was happening her legs were wrapped around Elliot and he was carrying her into the bedroom, all the while kissing her fiercely.

Once they reached the bedroom Elliot tumbled them both onto the bed and began kissing down her neck once again. Olivia looked up at the ceiling as he was feasting on the skin right above her tank top and began to realize that her whole life had just changed.