Liv walked into the station, and spotted Elliot at his desk immediately. He had been gone when she came out of the shower, and she had been surprised he hadn't told her was going. She had gotten ready and headed in, hoping he'd be there.
"Hey." She told him as she sat down.
He looked up at her, and she almost swore he blushed. "Oh, Hey." He replied.
"You were gone this morning, pretty fast." She cursed to herself as she saw Munch look up and glance at them, he had heard her, and was probably deriving the wrong idea. "I mean from the couch, I figured when you needed a place to crash last night, you would probably be on the couch still."
Elliot looked at her funny. John tipped an imaginary hat at her before looking back down at his computer.
"I had to get some stuff done." Elliot mumbled finally.
"Oh."
"Do you want some coffee?" she asked him, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
He lifted his mug up, fresh coffee steam coming out. Before bending his head down and typing furiously. He was acting very strange. Barely looking at her. Not talking. Not the normal Elliot she knew so well.
Shrugging, she pulled out some files she needed to finish up, getting to work.
Once Olivia was typing away like a demon, Elliot chanced to look at her. Her head was bent over, and the curve in her neck excited him. Hair was falling around her face, and she had the tip of her tongue between her lips as she concentrated. He heard her from this morning in his head. There was no way he was going to forget that for a long time.
He looked away, determined to get some work done and stop thinking all these wicked thoughts about her. If the nuns could read his mind now, he'd really get the ruler.
"So, you need a place to crash for a while? My couch is yours." She told him with a smile.
He looked up and met her eyes, "I dunno yet, But thanks."
Her face fell, like she was disappointed. He searched her eyes, sending her a piercing look. Color rose to her face, and he noticed she looked nervous. "Liv?" he asked her, his voice husky.
"El?" she said, whispering. What was going on, if it was anyone but Olivia, he'd swear she was flirting, coming on, giving off that vibe women give off when they want you. But Olivia? "I think I do need that place." He told her finally. She smiled. They shared a look for a minute longer before she finally broke away and looked back at her computer screen. Elliot wondered what time it was, he was going to work up the courage to see if he was reading her correctly.. tonight. No Locked bathroom doors.