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A/n: Hmm. Don't y'all get dirty minds on me now!
Olivia smiled, not sure why she felt so comfortable. She hadn't slept that well in a long time. She opened her eyes to the annoying sound of her cell phone, and grabbed it off of the bedside table. She knew it was hers by the ringtone. "Benson," she said, turning over to see who was in the bed beside her. Her eyes opened wide as she stared into the sleeping face of Elliot Stabler, her partner.
"I need you to testify in the McAllister case," Casey Novak told her, cutting right to the chase.
"What?"
"He didn't take the deal. I need you to testify against him next week in court," Casey repeated. Olivia sat up completely, still somewhat confused.
"What do you mean he didn't take the deal? He'll be massacred if it goes to trial!"
"His lawyer seems to think that they've found a scapegoat who can take the blame. He won't give me the details. You were the lead investigator, and you were the one he attacked. Please say you'll do it," Casey said. Olivia sighed.
"Keep the sick freak away from me and you've got yourself a deal."
"Good. I'll talk to you later, I have to call Stabler. Unfortunately, I need the both of you. Cragen can deal with it." Casey hung up and Olivia quickly shook Elliot awake.
"Casey is about to call you. Don't tell her I was here," she said. Elliot nodded, sitting up in the bed as Olivia picked up her badge and gun, throwing on her coat at the same time. "I've got to go. I'll see you at the station."
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Olivia walked in, precisely three minutes early. She'd been tempted to turn on her light on the way from Elliot's apartment to hers, but had decided against it. She'd managed to shower, change, and put on makeup in under twenty minutes. Unfortunately, being three minutes early had cost her her breakfast.
"Hungry?" Elliot asked, walking in with coffee and donuts.
"You read my mind." She gladly took one of the coffee cups and a donut from him. She took a sip of the coffee before biting into the jelly filled donut. "Thanks," she said, wiping a bit of strawberry filling off of her lip.
"Welcome," he said. Then he lowered his voice. "About last night…"
"You're welcome," she said. She knew it was still a painful topic for him, so she decided to let him get away with not talking, just this once.
"Benson, Stabler, in my office," Cragen called. They looked at each other uneasily before putting down their coffee and donuts and going into his office. "Close the door," he said, not looking up from the file open on his desk. Elliot did as he was told. "We have a problem. Olivia, do you remember a Carlos Gutierrez?"
"Yeah, I broke his nose after he tried to feel me up when I was in Homicide," Olivia said. "He got sent upstate for ten to twenty."
"He broke out. Apparently after making a pretty nasty threat on the life of a certain female officer," Cragen said, looking over at her. "I'm ordering a protective detail until he's captured."
"I don't want it."
"Olivia, you're off the street until we catch this guy, either way. Either you take the detail, or you're going to be suspended. I'm sick of having this argument with you."
"This is exactly what he wants, Captain!"
"I don't care. I'm not going to lose one of my best detectives because she's too stubborn to listen to orders! You're on desk duty, and that's final. The detail should be here within the hour." Olivia and Elliot watched as he sat down, their signal to go. Olivia walked out and threw herself down into her chair.
"It's for your own good," Elliot said.
"Shut the hell up, Stabler. Why would he do that to me?"
"Liv, you have been known to fly off the handle in this type of situation," Elliot said. She shot him a death glare. "Just listen this time, Liv. I don't have the energy to worry about you right now, too."
A/n: Hmm. What could THAT mean? I'm so damn evil!