Author's note: Yes, I have seen the trailer for "Happy Feet" one too many times. And I also just watched "Mary Poppins." Now you know what the penguins and tap shoes were all about.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. And Jamie gave me the main idea for this chapter.

"Elliot?"

He opened one eye, glancing at the clock. The piercing red light displayed 2:18. He shut his eyes and rolled over.

"Elliot!" his partner hissed, shaking him.

"Wha?"

"Elliot, my bed is soaked."

He squinted up at her, still trying to wake up. After a moment, he mumbled, "Did you just say your bed is soaked?"

She rolled her eyes and answered, "Yes."

He smirked and started, "Olivia—"

"There's a leak coming from above us."

He swallowed his smartass remark. "Oh."

She looked at him expectantly. He continued to stare blankly.

"Well?" she said.

He looked around the room, then back at her. "Well…what?"

"You're coming with me to the front desk," she stated matter-of-factly.

His shoulders slumped. He nodded and pushed himself off the bed. He noticed for the first time that Olivia was already dressed, hair and teeth brushed, and shoes tied.

She crossed her arms and tapped her fingers impatiently.

"Alright, alright, I'm moving!"

They reached the end of the hallway and heard a commotion at the front desk.

"No, I don't want to hear excuses or apologies! I just want you to fix it!"

"Dammit," Olivia whispered, grabbing Elliot's arm and pulling him back around the corner.

Elliot leaned his head exhaustedly against the wall. "Olivia, Smith's too busy yelling at the desk clerk to pay attention to you."

"Elliot, Smith seems like someone who can multi-task his anger."

"So what, are you just gonna sleep in a wet bed?" he challenged.

She stared him down, appearing to weigh the options.

"Oh, for crying out loud," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the desk.

They almost ran into Smith, who had apparently concluded his business with the desk clerk, and was now walking back towards the stairwell.

The concierge seemed frustrated, but he forced a smile as the two approached. "How can I help you?"

"Yeah, hey," Olivia greeted tiredly. "There's a water leak or something above our room. It's dripping all over my bed."

"You're in room 127," he said with a sigh. It wasn't a question.

"Yeah. How'd you know?" Elliot asked.

"The guy who just reamed me is in 227. The pipe under his sink burst."

"So…what can you do for us?" Olivia solicited hesitantly.

"Unfortunately, I just moved Agent Smith to the only available room we had."

Olivia's head dropped. Elliot rubbed a hand across his stubbled face.

"I'm sorry," the clerk added sincerely.

"Alright, thank you," Elliot said, putting a hand on Olivia's shoulder and guiding her back to their room.

Once they were back in their room, Elliot grabbed Olivia's pillows and tossed them on his bed while she changed into her pajamas in the bathroom.

He stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, then flopped onto the bed. Olivia came out of the bathroom and made her way to Elliot's bed, turning off the lights on the way. She laid down on the unoccupied half of the bed and turned to glance at her partner. His back was to her and he appeared to already be asleep.

She turned over and settled comfortably. When she had stopped moving, Elliot pulled the blankets over her, then settled back on his side.

"G'night, 'Livia," he murmured.

She smiled. "Goodnight, El."

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty!"

Olivia peered at Elliot and groaned, "I'll rise, but under no circumstances will I shine."

He sat down heavily on the bed and rubbed her back sympathetically. "C'mon, Liv. Last day of training."

"Yeah, and it's gonna be a bitch. You know Smith will be out for blood."

"Best way to make sure it's not ours is to get moving," Elliot said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, then standing up and whipping the covers off her.

"This is payback for dragging you out to the front desk in the middle of the night, isn't it?"

Elliot raised an eyebrow and grinned impishly, but said nothing.

There was a knock on the door while Olivia brushed her teeth. Elliot answered it.

"Hi, I'm here to check on the leak."

"Oh, right, uh…come on in, then." Elliot pulled the door open all the way and let the man in.

The two finished getting ready, and headed to breakfast, leaving the repairman to his work.

Olivia gripped Elliot's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm gonna need coffee."

He just nodded his agreement.

To be continued…

I need coffee, too. And reviews. You know, actually,just the reviews will be okay.