Soul Searching

Part 2: True Love

Rated: R for language and sexual situations…sort of

Author's Note: Keep in mind ELLIOT is in OLIVIA'S body and OLIVIA is in ELLIOT'S body! That's what makes this so funny! It's a little confusing but if you keep remembering that they have switched bodies it's a really good read.

Disclaimer: See Part 1, I don't have time to write another one.

About fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door. Olivia stood up from the bed and walked through the apartment to the door. She looked through the peephole at the top and saw herself looking back at her. She blinked a few times and then stepped back and opened the door, letting herself inside. Elliot was holding a bag of clothes; he was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans that were way to big on her body. She shut the door and grabbed the bag of clothes, she wasn't used to wearing only a pair of boxers…hell she had never even WORN a pair of boxers.

"You didn't like, touch anything while you were getting dressed right?" Olivia asked, as she looked him over. He folded his arms over his now ample chest and looked at her.

"It's not like I haven't seen a naked woman before." He replied as he watched her sit down on the couch and pulled out the clothes. She took them each out separately; she rolled her eyes when she got to the tie he had brought.

"If I have to wear this then you have to wear a bra." Olivia said and started to pull the white button up shirt on. He looked down at his chest wondering how she thought she was going to get a bra on him without him seeing her breasts. Olivia took the black slacks out of the bag and pulled them on and zipped them up and then pulled out a black belt.

"Well the only thing I know about bras is how to take them off…so you're going to have to help me." Elliot said and then sat down on the end of the couch leaning forward with his legs open and his elbows resting just above his knees, exactly how a man would relax. She laughed slightly in his voice and started to put the tie on. She tossed the bag aside and sat down and began to cross her legs when she realized that it was going to be uncomfortable with her new male anatomy. She looked at the way he was sitting and glared at him for a moment.

"Come on we have to get you dressed." She said and then grabbed one if his arms and pulled him in the direction of her bedroom. He slowly got to his feet and she let go of him and walked ahead of him trying to think what she wanted him to wear. When they got into the room he pulled of his sweatshirt revealing that he still had her pajama top on under it, now she was a little more convinced that he hadn't taken it off and looked at anything. "What do you want to wear today?"

"Nothing to girly that's for sure." He replied and then sat down on the bed, he smiled and then laid back her bed was way more comfortable then his. He closed his eyes and inched his way up to the pillows as she started to go through her drawers.

"When have you known me to dress too girly for work?"

"Oh no, we're not going to work like this." He said his eyes suddenly snapping open. She pulled a lavender turtleneck from her top drawer and then shut it and tossed it at him. From the drawer next to it she pulled out a bra and tossed that at him too. Then she went to her closet to look for pants for him to wear. He picked up the bra and looked at it for a moment before starting to unbutton the top he was wearing.

"Um we have to go to work, we just opened a new case." She informed him and took out a hanger that had black slacks on it. She walked over to the bed and placed the pants down and watched him as he reached the last button of the pajama top, "And I don't want any strange comments when you see my boobs either."

"Oh come on they can't be any different from any other boobs." He replied and then stood up and opened the shirt and pulled it off. He looked into the mirror that was on top of the dresser across from the bed and blinked a few times. Her breasts were perfect, or at least they were to him, and so he brought his hands up and started to touch them slowly. She watched him for a moment and for some reason she was becoming aroused. Could she really be turning herself on? She guessed that even though she had her own brain she was still in his body and maybe that's just how his chemistry worked.

"No touching!" She slapped his hands away after another moment and took in a deep breath trying to calm the little guy in her pants. Little? She thought, No it's definitely not little. She smiled slightly at the thought and grabbed the bra from off of the bed.

"If I can't touch my new boobs then you can't touch your new dick." He said and folded his arms over his chest defiantly. She rolled her eyes and started to put the bra on him slowly even though once again she started to get aroused. She shifted uncomfortably wondering how men could possibly live with something dangling between their legs.

"I have to touch it to go to the bathroom, you on the other hand have absolutely NO reason to touch my boobs." She informed him and then snapped the bra shut. He turned and looked at her for a moment and smiled slightly.

"My boobs." He said

"Don't make me slap you." She said jokingly and then shoved the turtleneck into his arms. "Now finished getting dressed we have to get to work, we're already late as it is." She backed away from him and sat down on the bed, "Besides I still have to do your makeup."

"No, no, no, no, no, I am NOT wearing makeup."

"Oh yes you are!" She responded in a rather deep and dominant voice, she had to smile slightly; she liked having his commanding tone. He pulled the shirt over his head and reached for the pants that were next to her and pulled them off the hanger. He stood up and pulled off the pajama bottoms he was wearing and stopped to look in the mirror once again to see what she looked like in her panties. "Will you stop drooling over my body?"

"Shut up, I'm not drooling over your body any more then you are drooling over mine." He replied in a rather bitchy tone. She laughed again, she barely had a chance to even drool over his body, and actually the thought hadn't even occurred to her until that second. She looked down to the crotch of her pants and wondered what his penis looked like, how big it was, stuff like that. She shook her head; it didn't feel very small she was sure of that.

"Hey, hey, hey…" He suddenly shouted at her, "What ever you're thinking about, stop it."

"Get dressed already!" She snapped back at him, he laughed at her and pulled on his pants and zipped them up. She walked over to the dresser so she was standing next to him and grabbed the brush from the top and moved to brush his hair.

"I can do it myself," He snatched the brush from her and started to brush his hair, not really trying to make it look good, just for the soul purpose of getting the knots out. "I know how to brush hair you know."

"You're not doing it right!" She grabbed the brush away from him and he rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh. She started to brush his hair making it look a lot nicer then he had it before and then reached for the hair spray sitting next to her array of makeup.

"No hairspray."

"You need it or else your hair won't stay in place, don't worry I don't use much." She informed him and lifted it up to spray. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand down, he was a lot stronger then she ever thought that she was when she was actually in her own body.

"I don't want to smell like a girl."

"You are a girl…" She pulled her arm away and started to spray it anyway and he closed his eyes, "Actually you're more of a bitch right now."

"Shut up asshole." He replied, he smiled at her and she saw her reflection smiling back at her in the mirror. He looked down at his hands and then his eyes were drawn to his wrist, the bracelet was still there and he brought it up to his face to examine it more closely. She reached for her makeup and then looked at him and then to the bracelet. "Maybe the first thing we should do is find out what the hell these symbols mean."

"So you want us both to skip work to investigate a bracelet?" She turned him so he was facing her and started to apply foundation to his face. "Wouldn't it look weird if we both decided to miss work?"

"You really want to go in like this?" He asked her as he let her apply the makeup to his face. She took in a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. It's not like anyone would notice that they had switched bodies, the only ones who knew they were different were them. Then on the other hand, they would probably act differently in each other's bodies and someone would probably figure out that something was up, either that or figure that they had both finally snapped. She picked up her lipstick and opened it and started to apply it to his lips. It wasn't a dark shade; it was light pink, in any case it wouldn't look like he was wearing lipstick. It was the stuff that she wore everyday, he probably didn't even really notice that she even had it on in the first place. Once again the woman who had given the bracelet to her popped into her head and she suddenly realized where she recognized what the woman was from.

"Monica Edwards." She said softly talking more to herself then to him. He looked up at her and arched a brow, "You know, the author. She was the one who put that bracelet on me…you…whatever." She finished applying the makeup and took a step back to marvel at her handy work.

"You mean to tell me that the New York Times' best selling author gave you this bracelet, for no apparent reason?" He asked and then looked in the mirror. She had done a good job with the makeup; he could barely tell that he was wearing any. She nodded slightly and pushed some of his hair out of his face and smiled at him.

"It shouldn't be too hard to track her down." She went over to the nightstand by her bed and picked up her cell phone and dialed the precinct. As she chatted on the phone with Fin trying to get a location on Monica, Elliot stepped up to the mirror and looked into it. He couldn't have asked for a better person to switch bodies with. When he saw that her back was to him he reached up and put his hands on his new breasts. They felt nice and he smiled slightly, he didn't even hear her get off the phone, but when she turned around she saw him feeling himself up. "HEY!"

"What?" He was startled at her, well his, loud voice. He dropped his hands and turned and smiled at her slightly.

"Wait turn back so my ass is towards me…"

"MY ass." He corrected her, she rolled her eyes and he turned back so he wasn't facing her any more being sure to keep his arms at his side so she wouldn't think he was touching anything. She stayed silent for a moment and put a hand to her chin.

"Why didn't you ever tell me my ass is so big?" She finally said after another moment of thinking and he laughed. He turned to look at her and reached out and put a hand on her shoulder gently.

"I always liked your ass," He said in such a way that she couldn't tell if he was trying to flirt with her, just be nice, or was joking, "Did you get a location on that Monica woman?"

"Yeah she lives in a nice house just outside of the city…lucky for us she has a criminal record." She said and smiled at him, "Minor stuff though."

"Well then lets get going, the sooner we find her the sooner we can correct this mistake." He replied and took his hand off of her shoulder. She nodded slightly and they both turned to head out to the car.

When they got to Monica's house Olivia walked up the front steps and knocked on the front door, Elliot was right behind her complaining about how uncomfortable his shoes were. There was no answer after a few moments so she reached to ring the doorbell when suddenly the door opened. Standing there was a very attractive Asian woman dressed in a French maid's outfit. Her boobs were pushed up and nearly falling out of the outfit and she was holding a feather duster and wearing stiletto heels. Olivia looked her over, seeing her through Elliot's eyes, and for some reason she was not able to keep her eyes off of the woman's chest.

"Is Monica Edwards here?" Elliot spoke up in Olivia's voice and flashed the badge that he had switched with Olivia in the car. "We're detectives Benson and Stabler we have a few questions for her." The woman looked at Olivia who was in actuality Elliot and smiled at him.

"Come on in I'll get her for you." The woman said and opened the door wider and stepped back so they could step inside. The entrance opened into a large foyer with a double staircase leading up to a landing above them. Olivia and Elliot stepped inside and looked around. It was obvious from the taste in art that Monica had a lot of money; after all she was a best selling author. The woman who had let them in went up the right set of stairs and disappeared down a hallway. Olivia turned to look at Elliot.

"Let me do the talking." She said and then moved to brush some hair out of his face. He quickly slapped her hand away and glared up at her.

"Stop messing with my hair!" He snapped at her in a loud whisper, she sighed and looked to the top of the stairs. Wherever Monica was she certainly was taking her sweet time, "Hey if she put the bracelet on you…me…wouldn't it be better if you…I mean me…I mean I talked to her?"

"Yeah but you don't know what to say." She replied although she did see his point. It would look weird if she, in Elliot's body, started to talk to her like they had already met.

"How hard can it be to think like you?" He responded and then laughed slightly, "Is my hair okay? Did I do my makeup right? That Elliot is one sexy bitch!" He added in a mocking tone of voice and then laughed, even though the joke was only funny to him. Olivia glared down at him and balled her hands into fists.
"That's it, I'm kicking your ass!" She turned and shoved him back playfully and he stumbled and his back hit the wall behind him. He laughed slightly and then lunged back at her and shoved her back, but she stood her ground, it was easy to do that now that she was 6 feet tall and stronger…although not by much she could tell. She reached over and pinched his arm, not as hard as she could but hard enough to hurt.

"OW!" He squealed in her voice and then reached over and pinched her arm using his new nails to dig into her skin.

"OW! No nails!"

"Wimp…" He chided and then stuck his tongue out at her.

"Olivia?" Monica's voice came from the top of the stairs. She seemed pleasantly surprised to see her again. Usually when you did something for a stranger they walked out of your life forever, especially in a place like New York City. Olivia, now looking like Elliot, looked over to her, Elliot just stood there unimpressed and so she elbowed him in the side and he looked up. Monica was dressed in a black silk robe and her hair was piled on top of her head, a few ringlets of curls hung down on the side. She looked like she was probably getting ready to go out. The maid, or woman, who had answered the door in the first place was nowhere to be seen. "So you're a detective? I guess that explains how you were able to find me so quickly."

"Yeah it wasn't hard." Elliot said and looked over at Olivia and smiled, "I wanted to talk to you about this bracelet you gave me." He held out his arm and Monica came down the stairs and took his hand in hers and leaned in to look at the piece of jewelry.

"Hmm," She said and then looked at who she thought was Olivia and smiled flirtatiously, "The writing is different from when it was on my wrist." She stepped off of the bottom step and started to walk into another room, when she got to the doorway she motioned for them to follow her. She was a beautiful woman, gorgeous brown hair and big green eyes. From what Olivia could tell through the robe she had a perfect figure and nice round breasts. Elliot looked at Olivia and she nodded and they followed Monica into the next room, which looked like a lounge. There was a black leather couch across from a large fireplace and an oak coffee table in front of that. The walls were lined with matching oak shelves that were filled with books. "When it was on my wrist the writing was hieroglyphics but I recognize the symbol on yours, it's the Theban alphabet." She walked over to one of the bookshelves and ran her fingers across a few books; she stopped when she got to a big one with a black leather bound cover. She pulled it out and then went and sat on the couch.

"Theban alphabet?" Elliot said and then looked to Olivia.

"Yeah it's also known as a witch thing or Wiccan, whatever you want to call it." She replied and opened the book and motioned for them to come and sit down. Elliot looked at Olivia and she shoved him forward. He stumbled a bit and rolled his eyes but then smiled and went and sat down next to Monica. Olivia walked over to the couch too and sat on the other side of Monica on the arm. She tried to cross her legs but then remembered that she couldn't do that any more so she felt awkward and tried to get into a more comfortable position. Monica didn't seem to notice her at all; in fact she seemed WAY more interested in who she thought was Olivia. Monica flipped through the pages of the book and stopped when she found the symbols and their corresponding English letters. "So what amazing thing happened to you when you woke up today?"

"Nothing…" Olivia said in Elliot's voice a split second before remembering that she wasn't in her own body anymore. Monica looked at her and arched a brow, she was a smart girl and she was starting to figure out that there was something wrong. Elliot looked at Olivia and sort of glared and Olivia took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Monica looked at who she thought was Elliot and then at who she thought was Olivia. Then she looked at them both again and a smile came across her face.

"You switched with each other!" She said excitedly, "Oh man I wonder what lesson the bracelet is trying to teach you!" She grabbed Elliot's arm, which was really Olivia's, and looked from the bracelet to the book slowly translating the symbols.

"So what does it say?" Elliot asked her not really able to see all of the symbols from where he was sitting. Monica put up a finger telling him to hold on and kept going back and fourth whispering letters to herself. Finally she looked up at him and smiled slightly.

"It says soul searching, true love, seven days." She replied and then shut the book. Olivia looked at Elliot, now all they had to do was figure out what that meant and then maybe just maybe they could get back to their rightful bodies.

End Part 2