Author's note: Not so much a continuation as a role reversal.

Disclaimer: Despite my best efforts, I did not acquire the rights to these characters since my last posting.

"C'mon, y'all, we're only down by a field goal. If we make this touchdown, we've got the win," Fin coached encouragingly in the huddle.

"I need someone blocking for me if I'm gonna be able to make any decent passes," Olivia reminded her teammates. "My center keeps disappearing after the hike." She looked accusingly at Simms, who at least had the modesty to look chastised.

"Alright, I'll take center this time around," Elliot offered.

The rest of the team agreed that would be the best move, and after fifteen more seconds of laying out strategy, they broke and fell back on the line facing Brooklyn SVU.

Elliot bent over the ball, and Olivia took position right behind him.

"Simms!" she yelled at the rookie detective, "You're on the wrong side!"

He quickly apologized and crossed right behind Olivia, jostling her in his haste. She put a steadying hand on her partner's lower back.

"Hey, Liv," Elliot's voice called up to her, "save the victory cuddling for after the game."

"Elliot, I'd just like to remind you that you're in a very vulnerable position right now," she quipped. This statement shut him up, and she could swear his knees moved together warily. She gave his back a quick, reassuring pat and put her hands down to receive the ball.

She yelled "Hike" and the players rushed down the field. Elliot stayed in front of her and blocked the rushing player from the other team. Liv couldn't find an open player, but she saw her opportunity and made a dash for the goal line.

She crossed it, to the chagrin of the Brooklyn team and to cheers from her own Manhattan team. Before she had a chance to really celebrate, though, she was on the ground with 180 pounds of warm body on top of her.

"Elliot!" she sputtered. "What are you doing, this isn't tackle football!"

"Yeah, but tackling's more fun," he answered cheekily.

"Not for me! Besides, you're late. I already made the touchdown."

"Better late than never, right?" he said matter-of-factly.

She laughed at this, then said, "You're not supposed to tackle me anyway, you knucklehead—we're on the same team!"

He wagged his eyebrows. "But we were saving the victory cuddle for after we won, remember?"

She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully, then without warning, she flipped him on his back and straddled him, pinning his arms above his head.

"You seem to be in a compromising position again," she purred.

Both teams gathered around watching the exchange between partners. Finally, a player from Brooklyn called out, "Just get the damn victory kiss over with so we can buy you guys drinks!"

But Olivia was already leaning down to capture her partner's lips. She started to pull back, but Elliot followed as though there were a magnetic connection. He sat up all the way, Olivia sitting on his lap. Cragen rolled his eyes and reached down to pick up the neglected football.

"If you two decide to join us for drinks, we'll be right across the street." Elliot untangled his hand from Olivia's hair and made a vague shooing motion before returning it to massage the back of her neck.

"So what was the score again?" Simms asked as they all walked away.

"Stabler and Benson – one, the rest of us poor bastards – zero."

END