Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Though I wish I did. I'm just playing around with them.

A/N: This is my first fanfic on this site, let alone for this show. The idea came to me while I was sitting on my bed watching crazy reality shows in VH1. I usually don't watch those shows, but I was just that bored.


Ah yes, just FYI... The title for this story will probably change. I had a better one in mind, but my mind went blank when I went to type it in. It's too late at night...

Hope you enjoy! Reviews would be nice.

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"Ugh..." Olivia yawned and stretched. She opened her eyes and was painfully blinded by the sunlight of the new day. Her head was spinning. She vaguely remembered a rough case ending on a bad note, then going to a bar with the gang. Great... a hangover.

Glancing at the clock, she found that half an hour remained until she needed to get up and get ready for work. She turned to her side and closed her eyes once again, hoping to sleep off the sick feeling.

Her eyes flew open again. Olivia was definitely not by herself. Ughhh. I went to a bar, got wasted, and went home with someone. Where the hell am I anyway? She couldn't see the man's face. He was on his side, facing the wall. Olivia sat up and looked around the room, rubbing her eyes. Nothing was familiar.

Her eyes laid upon a picture on the nightstand next to her. In it was Elliot and she, his arm wrapped around her waist, both laughing. She recognized her dress from one of the company parties. The picture was surrounded by more pictures in smaller frames- Elliot's children, his wedding picture, a family shot, a photo of he and his coworkers. Eventually, her eyes were drawn away from the nightstand to the floor. She silently gasped as she saw clothes scattered all around. She recognized her jeans and blue t-shirt, accompanied by her black bra and matching panties.

Please don't tell me... The man next to her moaned and moved, turning onto his back. Olivia's eyes squeezed shut as she turned her head to the figure. When she dared to open her eyes, she was greeted by Elliot, sleeping peacefully beside her. Her eyes widened as she leaped out of the bed. She quickly pulled on her clothes and ran toward the door. Shitshitshitshit.

"Kathy..." Elliot mumbled as he turned over once again. Normally Olivia would have laughed, but this time she couldn't, knowing that Elliot thought that Olivia was Kathy.

She crept out of the bedroom and made her way to the front door, opening it as quietly as possible. She slipped out, shut it, and began to run down the sidewalk to get a cab. One finally pulled over, and she jumped in, telling the driver the address to her apartment.

When they got there, Olivia paid the driver and ran up to her apartment. Maybe a cup of coffee will help me here... She started the coffee maker, deciding to take a quick shower while she waited.

As the cold water ran down her body, a few vague memories of the previous night flew into her head. She remembered that before they left to go to the bar, Elliot had told her that Kathy and the kids wouldn't be home that night. They were going to visit Kathy's mother and stay for the weekend. She remembered dancing with Elliot at one point. She remembered John jumping up on a table at the bar, dancing, and her laughing until her sides hurt. What she didn't remember was how she ended up in Elliot's bed with him, naked.

There were two theories that Olivia could come up with.

One was that Elliot had been sober the whole night while she got drunk, and when he saw that she'd had too much, he offered to take her to his house for the night, and on the way home it began pouring rain, causing both their clothes to get soaked, which left her with nothing to wear but an extra set of Elliot's clothes, which she turned down, and he was too tired to change into anything before they both crashed in his bed.

The second was that they had slept together.

The more the thought about it, the more the second theory seemed more logical.

Olivia stepped out of the shower, dried off and got dressed before checking on the coffee maker. She couldn't help but wonder if Elliot remembered anything that went on the night before.

An hour later, Olivia was at the precinct, waiting for Elliot and John to show.

John arrived first. "Liv, do you have any aspirin? My head is going to explode."

Olivia giggled slightly, mainly from her nerves, and shook her head. "Sorry, John. I took my last two when I had my coffee this morning."

"Which would explain why you're so perked up." John moaned, then flopped down on his desk chair.

"You okay, John?" Olivia turned to find Elliot walking into the precinct. She felt her heart rate increase as he passed her, walking to John's desk.

"Eh... I've been better," John replied. "Remind me never again to get wasted with you two."

"Tell me about it." Elliot walked to his desk and sat. He looked at Olivia and smiled. "Get this, Liv. I had the weirdest dream that you and I slept together."

Olivia chuckled nervously. "That's crazy." She picked up her water bottle and took a drink.

"Yea. But the crazier part is that when I woke up this morning, I was in my bed, naked."

Olivia's water caught in her throat and she began to throw a coughing fit.

"Liv, you okay?" Elliot asked, rushing to her side.

"I'm... fine." Olivia's coughing calmed and she set her water bottle down. God, he doesn't remember. Do I tell him? Olivia looked at Elliot's amused face.

I guess not...