Author's note: I know this one is short, but I hope to have the next one posted later tonight.

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The next morning, Elliot woke to a weight on his chest. Without opening his eyes, he leaned his head down and kissed the top of Olivia's head. She stirred and opened her eyes slowly.

Her hand had made itself comfortable resting on Elliot's ribcage. She leisurely drew her fingers along his bare skin, pulling her hand out from under his shirt. Olivia rolled over and pushed herself off the bed, walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

"Scho whaghtschu shink dugay'sh tashgk izh?"

Elliot poked his head into the bathroom, eyebrow raised. He caught Olivia's eye in the mirror, and she pulled her toothbrush out of her mouth, spit, then repeated her question.

"I said, 'So what do you think today's task is?'"

Elliot grinned and answered, "Oh, no doubt something horrible. Maybe he'll have you mend his shirt, or wash the dishes, or some other thing that a woman is supposed to do."

She shot him a sarcastic smile, but its effect was somewhat lessened by the toothbrush once again hanging out the side of her mouth.

They made their way down to breakfast to join Curry and Reynolds as usual. When they got to the table, the two agents were conversing with some guys at a neighboring table.

"Yeah, it was the only thing on TV. I'd never seen it before," a detective named Franklin said. "The lead actress…what's-her-name?"

"Keira Knightley," Curry provided.

"Yeah, her," Franklin continued. "She can shiver my timbers—"

"Hey," his partner interrupted. "There's a lady in our presence."

"Aw, c'mon guys," Olivia said, "quit picking on Elliot like that. He's no lady."

"Yeah," Elliot agreed. "My table manners aren't nearly refined enough to be lady-like."

They all shared a laugh as the SVU detectives settled in their seats.

"Morning, people," Smith announced. "There will be no scheduled activities during the day today. Instead, we will be meeting tonight at 1900 at the training field. Some of you may want to continue to improve on your teamwork." With that last statement, he turned and left the room.

"So," Olivia said, turning to Elliot, "should we work on our team skills?"

"Please," Reynolds answered, "if you two were any better at working together, you'd be married."

"And even that is a stretch," Curry added.

In the end, they all decided to return to their rooms and try to come up with something to do. Olivia was sprawled out on her bed, reading a book. Elliot was sitting on the edge flipping through the channels on the TV.

Having gone through the entire lineup four times, he hit the off switch and tossed the remote across the space to his bed, then turned his head and looked at his partner. His eyes traveled from her face—concentrated on the pages of her novel—down to her feet. He picked up the ankle that she had hurt and began to unwrap the bandage.

She glanced over her book and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothin'," he answered, pulling off the last of the bandage and tossing it in the same general direction as the remote.

He sat facing her, stretching his legs out on either side of hers. He picked up her foot again and began to gently massage the ankle, rubbing small circles with his fingers.

"How does the ankle feel?" he asked.

"Just a little stiff. I haven't had trouble walking on it, though that may change if we have to do another obstacle course."

"Well, I'm glad it's better right now. Hopefully we won't have to do anything too strenuous tonight."

Liv nodded her head, then paused as she thought about what he had just said. She raised her eyebrows at him and he said, "Get your mind out of the gutter; you know what I meant."

"Do I?" she asked innocently.

He smiled and turned his attention back to her ankle. They lapsed into silence as Olivia went back to reading and Elliot continued massaging her ankle.

After a while, Olivia put her book down and said, "I think I'll go swimming."

She hopped off the bed and went to the dresser to pull out her swimsuit.

A moment later, Elliot said, "I think I'll join you," and got up as well.

Before he could reach the dresser, there was a knock on the door. He moved to answer it.

"Hey, Stabler," Curry said, "a bunch of us are going to play laser tag. You and your partner care to join us?"

Olivia walked up behind Elliot and put a hand on his back. He shifted so that she could see who it was.

"Did I hear that right?" she asked. "We're invited to laser tag?"

The men gathered around the door were staring at the bikini she had dangling from her hand. One of them spoke up, "Only if you wear that."

"Man, shut up!" another said behind him, smacking him on the back of the head.

"Yes," Reynolds said over the noise. "You're both invited."

"We're meeting in the lobby in ten minutes," Curry added, pulling some of the men away.

Elliot shut the door and turned to Olivia, eyeballing the bathing suit she was clutching.

"Well," he said, "better put on something black and sexy. We're going laser tagging!"

To be continued…

I'm not sure if the next chapter will be posted tonight. We'll see if I can concentrate better than last night.