a/n: mwee hee hee, thanks for all your reviews guys! So glad you're enjoying this story!
And I have posted an alternate version, OM, over on livejournal on my haha-pie page :P there's a link from my profile (homepage)
a/n: To answer your question, cynthiaB, yes, this definitely started off as a one-shot, now look at it :P and Aspera, hee hee, I know:) and lazy, that's so cool that you thought of my story when the episode came on, I'm all pleased.

Elliot woke up alone the next morning. For a moment he thought he'd dreamed the whole thing, but then he spotted the dress lying crumpled on the floor. He dropped his head back down on the pillow and reminisced about Liv putting on, and then taking off, the dress. His fantasies led him over to the dress, and he stood there, holding it. Her voice caught his ears then. She was humming in the shower. She was humming Singin' in the Rain in the shower. He drifted closer to the door with a smile on his face. She would never sing if she knew he was awake.

All too soon she pulled the bathroom door open. By the smile on his face she knew he'd caught her singing again. She hid her face to hide her blush, as well as her secretly pleased smile. To cover it all she grabbed the dress out of his hands and tossed it into the laundry basket,

"Get over the dress, Elliot," she said, but not angrily.

"I happen to be quite a fan of that dress," he said.

"Yeah, you and everybody else," she mumbled to herself with a grimace, suddenly concerned again about what her coworkers might pull today.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," she changed the subject. "Are you coming in to work today?"

"Yeah, might as well," he said shrugging his shoulders. Then he grabbed her as she walked past and swung her around so he was holding her from behind, "Besides, when else am I going to see you?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.

Now a little late, they let themselves out of the apartment.

He'd picked her up for work before they'd lived together, so they thought nothing of driving together all the time now. Once they were in the parked, Liv put her pile of files on the car roof and then bent back inside the car to get her bag. To say the wolf whistles caught her by surprise would be a serious understatement.

Turning, she spied a couple of the file clerks hooting and waving at her. She flipped them the bird, but it didn't seem to really slow them down. She made eye contact with Elliot then, who was just standing, stunned, on the other side of the car. Then he couldn't hold it in anymore and started to laugh. Olivia just growled and marched into the precinct.

She wasn't any happier in the elevator and Elliot was happy to get out of its confines. And caught up as she was in her grumblings, she didn't hear what Elliot heard.

"How'd they get that up there?" Fin's voice wondered.

"I don't care, just get it down now," Cragen responded. Elliot rounded the corner then and stopped dead. Liv, right on his heels, walked into his back,

"Elliot! What the hell-oh, son of a bitch!" her jaw dropped when she saw it. Hanging from the ceiling of the squad room was a more than life-size poster of herself, in last night's dress. Apparently crossing the street to Cragen had passed her by a surveillance truck. They'd caught in full sashay too, with her hip out and the light catching her just so. 'Figures they'd catch me right then,' she thought.

Elliot was having his own quandary, realizing that he had to pretend to have never seen the dress before, when he knew it intimately. Plus, he couldn't seem to stop staring at it. Everyone seemed to pause, curious what he'd say.

"Man, the things I miss for the Feds," he turned to her, "you look good, partner," he said, clapping her on the back and then heading to his desk. Everyone seemed to accept this and went back to staring at her.

Olivia still hadn't moved, and the look on her face was rather frightening. Elliot was starting to get concerned when she suddenly burst into action. Dumping her files on her desk, she marched up the stairs to the crib. Crossing the balcony she wrenched a chair to the edge. Climbing up on the chair, she produced a rather large knife and leaned out over the edge. At a precarious angle that took serious muscle control to maintain, she sighted her goal and took an aggressive swing. There was a strange slipping noise of the rope and then the poster fell with a thud of its weighted bottom. Liv remained standing on the chair above the squad room, still holding the knife rather menacingly. The murderous glint in her eyes remained, along with an unnerving smile.

Just as she felt she'd made her point, Cragen's voice startled them all,

"Alright people, show's over. Get back to work."

Back on the squad floor now, Fin handed her the poster all rolled up.

"It's a good shot," he said. She just gave him a warning glare and sat down at her desk. Elliot tried to smile at her,

"So," he asked, trying to act normal, "what's next?"

TBC…