Layover--Chapter 3
A/N: Okay so I was hyped up on caffeine the one night and couldn't stand to look at another text book so I decided to do a little writing. Here's the result, hope you like it!


"Good news," Elliot announced as he approached the place where Olivia still sat on her makeshift bed.

"I fell asleep on a beautiful beach in Miami and this is all a bad dream?" she asked with pleading eyes.

"Not quite," Elliot laughed, "but I did manage to get us a hotel room for tonight."

"Great!" Olivia exclaimed jumping up from her resting spot. "Where is it?"

"Not that far, we could probably walk."

"I'm not walking in this snow," Olivia objected stealing a sidelong glance out of the nearest window. "There's got to be at least a foot out there."

"Do you really want to get into a cab with the roads like this?" Elliot asked. He let her process the idea for a moment, but he already knew what her answer would be. "Come on," he said grabbing his coat and shrugging it on, "it's only a block away. We'll be there in no time."

"You better be right about this Stabler," Olivia huffed as she took put her coat on and prepared herself for the blizzard that awaited them.


"I really should kill you for that," Olivia grumbled as she shook the snow out of her hair.

"I didn't do anything wrong," Elliot argued.

"You said it was a block away. I don't know where you learned to count Elliot, but that was definitely four blocks!" Her rising voice was beginning to draw the attention of the hotel's other customers.

"Let's just check in and get up to our room. I'm sure we could both use a nice hot shower and a warm bed," he suggested trying to calm the scene she was starting.

"Damn straight."

Elliot walked up to the reservation counter where a middle-aged man with delicate wire-rimmed glasses looked up at him. "Can I help you sir?"

"Yes we have a reservation."

"What name is it under?" the man asked turning to the computer.

"Stabler," Elliot answered shifting on his feet.

The man typed the name in and paused for a few moments. "Ah yes. Here it is," he exclaimed with just a bit too much enthusiasm, "room 618." He opened a drawer and within seconds handed Elliot a small envelope containing two key cards.

"Thank you," Elliot said with about as much happiness as he could muster at the moment.

"On your honeymoon?" the man behind the counter asked before they could leave.

Olivia froze in her steps and turned to the man. "Why would you ask that?"

"Well because you've rented the Honeymoon Suite. I figured…" he trailed off not really seeing the point in connecting the dots.

"You booked us the honeymoon suite?" Olivia asked turning to a very confused and embarrassed Elliot.

"I didn't know it was the honeymoon suite," he admitted. "I took whatever room we could get, figured you'd be glad to get out of the airport."

"And I'm guessing there's only one bed in the suite isn't there?" she asked to no one in particular.

"And a rather large Jacuzzi tub," the man added.

Olivia could feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment so she quickly grabbed the keys from Elliot and took off in the direction of the elevators. Elliot offered the man behind the desk a weak smile before following her.

'This should be interesting,' the man thought before setting back to the work at hand.


'How long does it take an elevator to go up six floors?' Elliot wondered. He stared at the door in front of him unable to bring his eyes to Olivia's. He knew she was a little annoyed, but she would get over it. Perhaps the Jacuzzi tub would help. As the doors opened, he waited for Olivia to step out first and then followed after. She quickly located room 618 and keyed herself in.

"Wow," Olivia breathed just above a whisper as she took in the room around her. In the main area there was a rather large love seat facing the fireplace and flat screen TV that hung above it. To their right was a four post, king sized bed covered in silk sheets and comforter and decorated with more pillows than any human could possibly need.

"Wow indeed," Elliot echoed as he stepped into the room behind her and closing the door. He set his luggage down against the wall next to the door and continued to investigate the room. "Liv you've gotta see this," he called from an adjacent room that Olivia presumed to be the bathroom. She dropped her luggage next to his and followed the sound of his voice, the breath leaving her body when she saw what he was talking about.

The bathroom was nearly the same size as the main room itself with both a tub and a shower. The Jacuzzi tub was big enough for nearly four people and occupied the better part of a fourth of the room. A long sink and vanity mirror sat against the closest wall and the shower stall took up the remaining corner.

"This is bigger than my apartment," she laughed.

"I think this thing is bigger than my entire second floor," he agreed. Taking the distance in a few strides, Elliot slid the door back from the shower stall and glanced inside laughing.

"What's so funny?" Olivia asked.

"There's a bench in the shower," he informed her.

Olivia joined him and stared into the stall feeling the temperature of her body rise just thinking about all the things they could do in there. "That's convenient. You could probably fit about ten people in this shower!"

"I know," Elliot said shutting the door. "How much space do you really need in a shower?"

Olivia laughed but opted to keep her comments to herself.

The pair returned to the main room and looked around, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Eventually they ran out of things to inspect and thus had to speak.

"So how are we going to work this?" Olivia asked nodding towards the bed.

"I'll sleep on the couch," Elliot offered. He walked to the couch and sat down on it, 'Not the most comfortable thing in the world. But I guess they really aren't counting on you using it much let alone sleeping on it.'

Olivia was going to agree but for some reason the thought of sharing a bed with Elliot didn't scare her like she thought it would. "It's okay El. You don't have to sleep on the couch."

"No it's my fault we've only got one bed," he said. "You take it."

"Why don't we share it?"

Elliot's brain stopped any traces of coherent thought at that point. All it could scream was 'Olivia Benson just asked you to share a bed with her! Go stupid, go!' He hesitated a moment before answering, "You sure?"

"We're both adults here El," she replied. "Besides I'm sure we could probably bth sleep in that bed and not even have to touch."

"It is a pretty nice bed."

A short silence filled the air before Olivia quickly added with a smile, "I'm gonna go try out that Jacuzzi tub. Think you can keep yourself entertained for a while?"

"Let's see," Elliot laughed, "TV, bed, fireplace. Yep there are any number of things that I can play with. Have fun."

Olivia smiled before grabbing her suitcase and heading towards the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

Elliot smiled as he noticed she didn't lock the door; maybe she really did trust him. Not giving it any further thought, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Maureen's number.

"Hey dad," she answered. "Still at the airport?"

"No we actually got a hotel room."

"Really? How many beds dad?" Maureen laughed.

Elliot could feel his face reddening at the innocent question. "Funny you should ask that."

"Dad," Maureen began a bit more serious, "what did you do?"

"Well it turns out that when I told the travel agent we would take any room, he obviously took that to mean the honeymoon suite would do."

"You're staying in the honeymoon suite?" Maureen laughed. "Wow I really would have hoped that you and Olivia would go on at least one date before you guys eloped, Dad."

Elliot couldn't help but laugh, "You're a riot, you know that?"

"It's a gift," she said. "But seriously, you guys are okay right? Any idea when you'll be home?"

"Everyone is fine here," he said. "And as for returning home, we're just going to have to wait this storm out and play it by ear." Elliot paused for a moment, wondering himself just how long they would be stuck in the D.C. area. "Maur can you do me a favor? Call your brother and sisters and let them know that everything is okay."

"Sure Dad," she agreed. "But can you do me a favor?"

"What's that?"

"Can I call Munch and Fin and tell them that you and Olivia are staying in the honeymoon suite?"

Laughter floated from the other end of the line causing Elliot to laugh himself. "If that'll make you happy sweetie. Go right ahead." 'Why not? They're going to find out about it sooner or later. Might as well get a laugh out of Maureen in the process.' he thought. The sound of the bathroom door opening caused Elliot to turn and notice Olivia walk back into the room. "Listen, I gotta go sweetie. You'll let everyone know what is going on?"

"You bet," she agreed. "Bye Dad."

"Bye," he snapped his phone shut and turned to Olivia and for the first time noticing her attire. "Is that all you sleep in?" he asked taking in her plain white tank top and navy blue boy shorts.

"I thought we were going to be in Miami," she explained, "where is it much warmer. And also in separate rooms."

"Look if it make you uncomfortable I'll sleep on the couch, it's not a big deal."

"I said don't worry about it," she replied.

Elliot was about to argue when his cell phone rang again. Looking at the display window he noticed Cragen's number and quickly tossed the phone to Olivia. "Why don't you handle this one? I'm gonna grab a shower." He grabbed his suitcase and headed for the bathroom pausing in the doorway to add, "I told Maureen about the suite so it's safe to say that the whole squad probably knows by now. Have fun!"

Olivia looked at the bathroom door in disbelief. 'I'm going to kill that man someday,' she silently swore before flipping open the phone and answering. "Hey Cap…"


A/N: Okay so the description of the suite came from the recesses of my mind. I don't know if it is farfetched or not, so just let me dream. Also the shower was based on the one my cousin has in her basement. What she needs it for…I'm not even gonna ask, lol. Oh yeah…REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!