Author's note: I wanted to thank each and every one of you who reviewed and kept me motivated. But since there are too many of you to name, I'll just say a general thanks. Not because I'm ungrateful, but because I'm too lazy to write them all, and too diplomatic to just write the ones I remember.

Disclaimer: I don't have much money, but boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where…I'd put all these characters, whom I'd also buy.

Elliot and Olivia both agreed that she would be driving them to work for a while until his leg was fully healed. They took the elevator up to their floor, and Elliot limped a step behind her, having gotten rid of the crutches a few days ago.

This was their first day back at work since the conference.

They walked through the doors, and went straight to their desks.

"Coffee, Elliot?"

"Only if John didn't make it," he answered. Olivia glanced over at the coffee station, the dark substance in the carafe looking less like a liquid than a pot full of mud.

"I can get us something at the coffee shop in a little bit," she said, sitting at her own desk and looking across to her partner, who had been staring at her.

"What?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Nothin'," he answered, diverting his attention to the piles of paperwork in his inbox.

She stared a moment longer, then also went to work on her stack of folders.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," John called out, walking out of the captain's office.

"Damn, you two look like you both went up against Mohammed Ali. What did they do to you at that conference?" Fin exclaimed, taking in his coworkers' various cuts, bruises, and leg braces.

"Let's just say that next year, you and Munch can go to the workshop. I think Liv and I have had enough teambuilding to last us the rest of our natural lives."

"Stabler, Benson," Cragen called out from his office. "Can I see you in here?"

They looked at each other uncertainly. The captain seemed angry.

Olivia stood up and waited for Elliot to push himself slowly out of his chair and hobble over to join her. They entered Cragen's office together.

"Close the door," he said shortly. "Have a seat."

Elliot flopped heavily into the nearest chair, and Olivia took the one next to him, slightly more gracefully. They waited warily.

Cragen looked them over. "You two look like hell."

"We had an interesting week," was all Olivia could think to say. They knew Cragen had received an incident report, as he'd called them to make sure they were both okay.

"So I hear," he replied disinterestedly. He shuffled a few piles around and dug out a documents envelope. "I was handed this earlier this morning. Care to explain it?" He tossed the folder at Elliot, who caught it.

He glanced over at Olivia, then opened the flap to see what was inside. She sidled her chair up next to Elliot's, leaning towards him to get a better view of what was in the envelope.

He pulled out the contents, a single piece of paper. They stared at it in confusion, not sure of what to say.

"Well?" Cragen prompted.

"It was…" Elliot started. "I mean, we just…"

"It was my fault," Olivia blurted.

Cragen pierced her with a glare.

Elliot looked over at her, then said, "No, it was my idea. She had nothing to do with it."

"He's just trying to cover for me, he had no clue—"

"—she just doesn't want me to get in trouble, but it was totally—"

"Alright, enough, both of you," Cragen yelled. He walked around his desk and took the paper back from Elliot, placing it and the envelope back on his desk. He worked slowly, seeming to contemplate his next course of action.

Finally, he said, "Actually, I just wanted to pull you two in here to warn you that Fin and Munch are making copies."

There was a moment where the two detectives were taken off guard, then:

"Awww, Cap'n. Really!" Elliot complained.

"Did you have to show them?" Olivia chimed.

"Hey, it's out of my hands now," he answered, laughing. "You guys just better be prepared to face that one for a while."

A short detailing of the week's events followed, and when Elliot and Olivia exited Cragen's office, they went back to their desks.

Both of them had a copy of the paper placed neatly on top of their inbox stack.

Olivia rolled her eyes and moved hers to the side while she worked on the tower of files. Elliot picked his up and looked at it, a slight smile pulling unbidden at the corners of his mouth.

He held a photocopy of the group picture at the seminar graduation. Everyone in the photo was looking at the camera except for the two of them. They were too caught up in the kiss to notice the flash.

You can't just say no to a double-dog dare.

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