Summary:

Quick one-shot set during the Albanian arc. Elliot realizes that Jet can read all the text messages on the phone Kosta gave him, including his messages with Flutura.

Author's Note:

I adore Jet and Elliot's working relationship. I also enjoy anytime that Elliot get's embarrassed and gets a little baffled by tech.

No beta, so mistakes are mine, and there are likely a few because I typed this up very quickly. But that's all that is mine. The show and characters are just fun to play with.

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"Stabler," Jet calls out, "I have Eddie's phone here." Elliot rushes up the half-flight of steps to her desk and grabs the phone Kosta gave him a couple of days ago.

"Thanks, were you and that tech-boy-genius able to work your tech-y magic with this phone?" Elliot checks the phone for any missed messages.

"My tech-y what?"

"Your tech-y magic. You know, track it or whatever, so you can see what the Albanians are doing." He pockets the phone and taps the top of the frowning stuffed octopus on her desk.

"Yes, all the data you receive on your phone is automatically uploaded to my computer." Jet confirms while still typing away.

"Perfect. Thanks, Jet."

The following week, Elliot walks into the Organized Crime offices carrying a large flat box and cardboard jug around 10:30 a.m., which is over two hours late. He doesn't seem to care about his tardiness though as he struts into the office, announcing his presence, "Morning, I brought coffee and donuts from the place on the corner."

"He grins at Jet, "And yes, Jet, I got you a dark chocolate frosted one to match your all black attire and soul."

"She lifts her eyes from her screens for a half second to glare at him and grumble a quick "thanks."

After dropping the donuts and coffee in the break room, he walks up the steps to her desk to drop off her donut and coffee. "Whatcha investigating today?" He asks as he nods to her screens.

"Just working through your Albanian phone. I was able to set up a program to catalog your GPS and the location of all your incoming messages."

"That's great, Jet. Enjoy your donut." His back is to her as he starts his descent back down the steps.

"Today, though, I am reviewing the content of your texts to…"

"What?" He misses the last step and stumbles a bit. He turns as he straightens up, looks around to make sure the others are still occupied with the donuts and coffee in the break room, and then he rushes back up the steps. He lowers his voice and asks urgently, "What do you mean you are reviewing my texts?"

"Not your texts, Stabler – Eddie's text messages. Sergeant Bell wants me to decipher and compare the code language the Albanians use to other gangs."

She looks in his eyes and grins. "Why? What does Eddie have in his texts?"

Elliot reaches into his pocket and grabs the phone, "Nothing," he mumbles as he unlocks the screen and begins tapping quickly. He shakes his head and repeats "nothing" as he makes his way back down the steps again.

"Stabler," Jet calls, still quietly, "you can delete the messages from your phone, but they are still saved on my computer."

He misses that damn last step again, this time dropping the phone, but catching himself before he actually falls. He scoops up the phone, mutters a "shit," and rather than stomp his way up the steps for a third time, he rushes around the front of her desk and leans in through the bars and whispers, "Jet, this is serious. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, read the texts from Flutura."

Her eyes narrow, "What are you and Flutura texting about?"

"It's not relevant to the operation," he urges.

She thinks on this for a moment then asks, "Would the Sergeant agree?"

"I don't know, but I will be the one to tell her about my conversations with Flutura. You don't need to read those texts." He looks nearly panicked now and she notices a flush across the top of his chest and onto his neck.

"Conversations, right." She laughs a bit this time. She's already read the messages from Flutura. Jet started her review around 6:40 this morning, preferring to work before many people get into the office, and she had reviewed the texts in reverse chronological order. Flutura had been at the top of "Eddie's" inbox with her provocative messages to him last night. Jet knows exactly what he's worried about, and why he came in with donuts this morning. But Stabler's right, he needs to be the one to talk to Sergeant Bell about his relations with Flutura. She's not going to get involved in this mess.

"Jet, I need you to back me up on this." She's certain she sees sweat beading on his bald head.

"You got it," she looks back down to her screen but she can see him walking away out of the corner of her eye, "choir boy." She hears the phone hit the ground again.