Help Me Help You

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Author: Purity85

Summary: Takes place a few months after "Weak" as if Elliot has basically frozen Olivia out of his personal life. He thinks he can't talk to her about his divorce because he blames her and because he wants to be with her as more than a friend or a partner if you get my drift. Things get more complicated when they have to go undercover. Thoughts are in italics.

Part Five

Elliot felt his jaw and fists clench simultaneously when Steven insinuated that he would be expected to share Olivia or any woman. But especially Olivia, maybe she wasn't officially his, but there was no way in hell he'd share her with anyone. He remembered that they are working undercover and he needed to keep his cool so as not to blow his cover. "What do you mean by that man?" Elliot asked surprising himself with how even the tone of his voice was.

Steven laughed, "Exactly what it sounds like man. Share the wealth; it's kind of like our team motto around here. But we can worry about that later, no I've got to go back to work." With that the other man walked back towards the door leaving a fuming Elliot in his wake.

Elliot took a deep breath to clear his head and looked towards the stage as the announcer said, "Next up we have our very own Cherry breaking her dancing cherry for all of you. Ya'll convince her not to be too shy."

With that a huge uproar came over the crowd. The spotlight shown on the stage and the upbeat rhythm of The Cars' Just What I Needed blasted through the room, while Olivia was revealed. She stood there looking elegant yet trashy in tear-away, red workout pants, a black racer-back workout shirt, and boots. Elliot was captivated completely by her from the time she looked out at the audience to find his eyes as the lyrics started.

I don't mind you coming here

And wasting all my time.

Olivia strutted over to the poll and took her first spin.

'Cause when you're standing, oh, so near

I kinda lose my mind.

She grabbed her head to mimic the motion of losing her mind and then let her hands drag down her body landing on her butt she pushed her hips into a spin.

It's not the perfume that you wear.

It's not the ribbons in your hair.

I don't mind you coming here

And wasting all my time.

She bent over to the music and threw her hands down to her ankles and grabbed the bottoms of her pants legs.

I don't mind you hanging out

And talking in your sleep.

It doesn't matter where you've been,

As long as it was deep. Yeah!

She ripped the pants off and discarded them revealing the black thong that was hidden underneath. The boots were also black and rode all the way up to her knee.

You always knew to wear it well,

You look so fancy, I can tell.

She pranced around the stage getting more and more into the song as the crowd cheered for more and more skin.

I don't mind you hanging out

And talking in your sleep.

I guess your just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to feed

I guess your just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to bleed

She turned her back to the audience so that they could see her toned ass and her tattoo. A thorny rose that's bloom was on her toned left butt cheek. Elliot had never seen that tattoo before and seeing it for the first time made his mouth water.

I don't mind you coming here

And wasting all my time.(time)

'Cause when you're standing, oh, so near

I kinda lose my mind. (yeah)

She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and turned back towards the audience as she peeled it off letting her breasts fall out into the room for the second time that day.

It's not the perfume that you wear.

It's not the ribbons in your hair.

I don't mind you coming here

And wasting all my time.

She jumped into the air eliciting a yell from the crowd at the way her breasts bounced. She continued to dance around to the music and towards the edges of the stage to collect tips.

I guess you're just what I needed, just what I needed

I needed someone to feed.

I guess you're just what I needed, just what I needed

Olivia was relieved when the lights went down, she had a chance to put her clothes back on, and she had the chance to collect the tips that were scattered about the stage and get away from all the prying eyes. One thing entranced both Olivia and Elliot into deep thought- throughout the whole dance, their eyes had never left each others'.

11:15

"Cherry! Get that hot ass over here!" Steven yelled at Olivia as he sat across from Elliot.

Elliot shook his head at Steven, "I don't need a dance man, not tonight."

"Are you a fag?" Steven asked.

"Nah man, I'm just tired." Elliot explained, he didn't want to have to deal with the awkwardness that Olivia giving him a lap dance would cause, even though for the time being it would be fun. He shook away the thought as his beautiful partner approached them. She was wearing a black thong and a matching camisole that tied at her breasts.

"You can't be too tired for that man." Steven said pointing at Olivia.

Olivia raised an eyebrow, "Can I help you guys?"

"You can help my friend here to a lap dance." Steven said gesturing at Elliot. "He's desperate for you."

Olivia blushed and looked from Elliot to Steven and back to Elliot. "Desperate?" She asked.

"I wouldn't say that." Elliot said looking away from Olivia's scantily-clad form.

"I would…" Steven laughed. "Guy just met you today and he talks about you like you're his dream girl."

TO BE Continued.