Warning: Considers some M content.
6.18 Pure
Fin rushed back to the squadroom to find Elliot and Olivia sitting in the squadroom, writing their reports on Ballentine after they finally found Sister Peg and nailed him for the murder of Kaley Sellers.
"The bastard will get exactly what he deserves," Fin said.
"He doesn't seem to be scared," Elliot said looking up from the papers.
"Maybe he likes prison and is excited to go back, only this time in the States," Fin offered.
"People just love psychics, especially in prison, where he can talk all kinds of nonsense to people and some might be dumb enough to believe them," Olivia said.
"He did pretty good job fooling us," Elliot said bitterly.
"There is no way he could have known that I'm not married and have problem with my father," Olivia said, what had been on her mind for awhile now.
"He knew things about you, because he had searched you. That's how he knew about Elliot's wife and kids and also how he knew you're not married," Fin explained.
"What?" Olivia and Elliot said in unison.
"Our personal files are not in public record," Elliot argued.
"He had some kind of search engine. He got everything from there," Fin said.
"That son of a bitch," Olivia exclaimed.
Fin shook his head and went over to his desk. Olivia stared straight ahead, wrapping her head around this case. She barely noticed, when Elliot's line rang and he talked to someone.
"Sister Peg is okay, doctors are keeping her there overnight, but she'll be fine," Elliot announced.
"That's a good news," Fin said.
"Yeah," Elliot agreed.
"We could only hope that we can put him away for life this time," Olivia said, coming back to Ballantine.
"That's one sick son of a bitch," Fin said.
"Raping and killing young virgins, just because he's own wife was not," Elliot said.
"And that's why he's never slept with his wife," Olivia added.
"Why marry the woman in the first place?" Fin asked.
"Apparently she was in love," Olivia explained.
"This man is sick, this whole case is sick," Elliot said and hit his hands against the table.
"Man, promise me not to do anything like that, when you'll find another woman and find out you're not her first," Fin said to Elliot.
"Seriously, Fin. Who'd you think I am? Why'd you think I'd do such thing? Maybe we should be more worried about you doing something," Elliot shot at him.
"Easy El," Olivia said softly.
"Calm down, Elliot, I was just messing with you," Fin explained.
"You don't mess with me in such a sick way. You don't mess with me at all. I've been here longer than you, I've seen more of these cases and put away more of these pervs. You don't even joke about something like that," Elliot went on, raising his voice.
He slammed the folder in front of him shut and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. With a look full of anger he turned towards Fin, waiting for his reaction.
"I'm sorry, man," Fin said simply, regretting the comment he made.
"You're sorry. You know what, you should transfer out of here if you can't be appropriate," Elliot said with raised voice.
"Elliot!" Olivia said with a voice full of anger.
"That's enough," Cragen said coming towards them.
Apparently Cragen had heard Elliot losing his temper, and had decided to come break things off.
"It's been a long case, everybody go home. Stabler, if you can't control yourself, maybe you should transfer out of here," Cragen said angrily.
Elliot just stared at his captain for a good moment before standing up, grabbing his things and heading towards the elevator, where Fin and Olivia were already standing.
"Liv, you wanna go out for drinks?" Fin asked in the elevator.
"Oh, I would, if I could keep my eyes open long enough," Olivia turned him down.
"I get it. Some other time then," Fin said, not offended by her rejection.
"Absolutely," Olivia assured him.
They stepped out of the elevator, where Fin headed towards the parking lot, while Olivia and Elliot used the main entrance.
"Elliot, you should get your car," Olivia said to him.
"But you live nearby," Elliot replied in confusion.
"Maybe you should stay at your place tonight," Olivia proposed.
"What, you too?" Elliot asked raising his voice again.
"Elliot, you need to calm down. I'm not dealing with your anger management problems tonight, I'm too exhausted," Olivia said keeping her voice calm.
"You heard, what Fin accused me of," Elliot protested loudly.
Olivia grabbed his arm and forced him to stop.
"Fin didn't accuse you, he just made a comment you took personally," Olivia explained, her voice firm.
"I can't believe you," Elliot said shaking his head. He pulled his hand from her grip and distanced himself.
"Neither can I," Olivia said. She turned around and started walking again, leaving Elliot behind.
Elliot didn't follow her, instead he turned away and headed towards the precinct again. A car stopped by his side, so Elliot had one hand on his gun and his eyes trained on the car as window was rolled down.
Fin.
Elliot relaxed instantly and removed his hand from the gun.
"Elliot, I'm sorry about what I said, I should have kept my mouth shut," Fin apologized once more.
"You should have," Elliot agreed.
"Man, you look like you could use a drink," Fin stated.
"Yeah," Elliot said.
"Get in, I could also use a drink," Fin said.
Wordlessly Elliot got into the car and Fin drove off. They drove in silence to the familiar bar nearby they visited quite often after a hard case.
Fin ordered them beers, while Elliot found a table. At first they sat in silence, but after first beer was halfway gone both of them loosened up a little bit.
"How have you been?" Fin asked Elliot.
"Despite the fact that I'm ending my marriage after 20 years, I'm perfect," Elliot said bitterly.
"Divorce is hard, you need to drink away your pain, you can count on me," Fin said compassionately.
"Thanks. The funny thing is I feel guilty, but in a way relieved," Elliot confessed.
"I hear you man," Fin said.
Fin and Elliot used the newfound topic to talk about their marriages and how it all went down. They took turns buying rounds, switching topics, but usually ending up talking about Fin's bitter divorce and Elliot's current separation.
"El, I've noticed you've been getting closer to Liv lately," Fin said out of blue.
"We're partners," Elliot said simply.
"I'm not cuddling Munch and walking her home, even though we are partners," Fin said with a smirk.
"Sometimes Liv just needs someone to be there," Elliot said easily, not lying, but the same avoiding the truth.
"Man, I'm not busting your balls. Just looking out for Liv," Fin said, putting his arms up.
"I know. It's nice," Elliot said quickly.
"I think we should look out for each other. Sometimes I think we spent too much time together, I'm starting to feel like I'm married to Munch," Fin joked.
"Kathy calls Liv my office-wife," Elliot said jokingly.
"Sounds about right. Even though she's your office wife, I feel obligated to say – you hurt her and I'll break your neck," Fin said warning Elliot.
"Noted," Elliot said and emptied his beer.
Elliot ordered another one for himself, while Fin was still nursing his 3rd beer.
"I'm sorry the way I acted before, it just hit a little close to home," Elliot apologized.
"So you have been seeing someone?" Fin said with a smile.
"How'd you know" Elliot asked, shocked.
"I'm a detective, I investigate," Fin said mischievously.
Elliot raised an eyebrow, demanding proper explanation.
"You've been much happier lately," Fin said easily.
"I have been with this woman for months now. I even don't know, what it is, but I do know I can't lose her," Elliot slurred.
"Then don't screw it up," Fin advised.
"Easy to say, harder to do," Elliot said.
"You'll figure it out. When you're in love you do anything for your woman and pray that she feels the same about you. Then you hope that she understands your job," Fin reasoned.
"I don't know about her feelings. Some days I think I know her, but then again I feel like I have no idea, who she is. I'm scared, that she can't handle me and the stress of work," Elliot confessed.
"I hear you man," Fin said, putting his hand on Elliot's shoulder comfortingly.
Elliot kept on staring his almost empty beer glass.
"I think I should go to her," he decided finally.
"I'll call a cab," Fin said, taking out his phone.
"She lives nearby, I'll walk to her. Sober up a little bit and hope that she lets me in," Elliot said.
Fin nod and put his phone back to his jeans pocket.
"Go, I'll take care of this," Fin said referring to the bill.
"Thanks, man," Elliot said and stood up. He took a moment to steady himself before slowly walking towards the exit, leaving Fin alone.
***SVU***
Elliot ended up at Olivia's door. He had a debate with himself if he should knock and wait for Olivia to let him in or use the key he has for emergencies and let himself in. He leaned on the door and made a noise by hitting his head. Elliot grunted under his breath and stepped away from the door hitting the wall opposite to Olivia's door.
A middle aged woman opened her door opposite to Olivia's and looked at the scene in front of her. He put his hand on her hip and fixed her curls with the other.
"What are you doing here? Leave now or I'll call 911," she warned.
Olivia opened her door before Elliot had the chance to say anything. She looked at the scene in front of her, rubbing her eyes.
"Karen, what's happening here?" she asked and brushed off a bang of her hair falling to her face.
"This man is trying to break in. I already threatened to call the police," Olivia's neighbor Karen Smith explained, sending suspicious glares at Elliot.
"I am police and I'm not breaking in," Elliot said looking at Olivia.
"You tried to break in my door," Karen argued.
"I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding. Karen, I apologize for everything he did, but as he said, he is a cop. I will handle this," Olivia said calmly.
"Uhuh," Karen said and turned his suspicious glare towards Olivia, who had moved from her door to Elliot.
Olivia wrapped his hand around Elliot, putting his hand over her shoulder and looked at him from a good moment before moving. He neighbor seemed satisfied with the result and closed her door, locking it afterwards.
With some effort Olivia managed to get Elliot inside her apartment and threw him on the couch. She closed and locked her door, then got a glass of water for Elliot. She handed it to him and sat across from him on the table. He emptied the glass in one attempt and turned his eyes to Olivia.
"Explain yourself," she demanded.
"I had some beers with Fin and he made me realize, that I have to make it right with you," Elliot said, his speech was slurred.
"And what part of waking my neighbor and arriving at my door drunk seemed to help?" She asked.
"Liv, I don't wanna fight. I can't go to sleep, knowing you are mad at me," Elliot said.
Under other circumstances she might have had found his statement romantic and sweet, but considering the fact, that he is drunk and he did wake her up, she had to reconsider.
"I can't deal with you right now. I'm going back to sleep and you are going home, Olivia said, her voice still calm. She got up and went to the door opening it for him.
"Liv, please," Elliot begged and made no move to stand up.
"Elliot, not tonight. Tomorrow, when you're sober," Olivia said firmly.
Elliot seemed satisfied with her answer and she seemed like she had made up her mind, so Elliot chose to obey her orders. He stopped at the doorway, standing close to Olivia.
"I think I love you, Liv," he said and kissed her hair, keeping his lips there a moment longer.
She leaned into the touch before he pulled away. He stumbled out of the door, without looking back. Olivia closed the door, when he was out of sight and locked it once again. She pressed her back against the door and took a few deep breaths.
She recovered from his drunken outburst, forced her body off from the door, closed the lights and re-entered her bedroom, climbing under the sheets and letting sleep reclaim her.
***SVU***
Olivia was the first one at work the next morning. She had a court appearance later that afternoon, so she went over notes, re-familiarizing herself with the details of this case. Even though it was pretty open and shut case with suspects DNA all over the victim, she still had to know all the facts and be prepared for the defense to argue consent or anything else.
Munch was the next to arrive and Fin came shortly after. When it was already past 9 am, she called Elliot, but he didn't pick up. She tried multiple times, but still she didn't manage to get a hold of Elliot.
"Elliot at home sick?" Fin asked.
"I don't know. He's not picking up," Olivia said, well aware that Fin was with Elliot last night.
"He's probably having a nasty headache today," Fin said.
"You went drinking last night?" Olivia asked, trying to sound surprised.
"Yeah. Had a pretty interesting evening. Divorce is really hard on him, but he told me that he was seeing someone. Sounded like he is serious about her and they had fight or something yesterday. If you'd ask me, that's what drove him to drinking and he did drink a little too much," Fin explained.
"Can you imagine Stabler with a hangover?" Munch cut in.
"No, and I don't want to either. Unless he is obedient and less angry than usually," Olivia said quickly.
"Liv, do you know about Elliot's new lady?" Fin asked, suddenly suspicious.
"No," Olivia lied casually.
"I bet he's getting back together Kathy, but wants to brag about his adventures and so he made up a story about some other lady," Munch said knowingly.
"Says mister Divorcee," Fin teased.
"At least I've been married and I've lived," Munch said with a smirk.
"Hey, Liv's the only one, who hasn't been married," Fin said, glancing over at Olivia.
"But she dates more than us combined, plus she is married to the job," Munch added.
"Stop calling me slut, I'm right here," Olivia protested loudly.
"No-one is suggesting that, Liv, I just made a point about your active social life," Munch said and put his hands up in mock defeat.
"Sure," She said with forced head nod. "But still, where Elliot could be?" she asked, getting back to the original topic.
Munch and Fin looked at each other, then at Olivia and both shrugged their shoulders.
"Have you checked the crib?" Cragen asked, having walked in moments before.
All detectives looked up at their boss.
"He came in last night, drunk as sailor, mumbled something about women and I sent him to sleep it off," Cragen said neutrally.
Olivia nod and stood up, heading towards the crib.
Just as Cragen said, Elliot was snoring loudly at one of the bunk beds with his back towards the door. Olivia came to sit on his bedside. She put her hand on his shoulder and called his name.
"10 more minutes, Liv," he said through sleep.
Olivia tilted her head to right and shook again, harder this time, and called his name once more. This time Elliot responded by rolling onto his back. He groaned loudly at the movement and opened his eyes.
"How's your head?" Olivia asked.
"Feels like someone decided to start banging rocks against my skull," he said, closing his eyes again.
Olivia chuckled and caressed his head gently.
"You poor baby. Maybe you should have thought about it before getting drunk last night," Olivia said teasingly.
"Give me a break," he whined.
Olivia chuckled again – she really was enjoying this. She ran her hand carefully over his chest, tracing circles.
"Get up, El, work waits," she said softly.
"I don't want to. I think I might take a sick day," he said grabbing her hand on his chest.
"Maybe you should," Olivia agreed.
Elliot grunted and flipped his legs over the bed, sitting up beside Olivia. He let his head drop to her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow at the movement, but didn't say anything. Elliot moved his head, finding a comfortable position and wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry about last night," he apologized sincerely.
"I know. I don't wanna fight about it, but I also don't want to see your drunken ass scaring my neighbors ever again," she said seriously.
Elliot took a brief pause and tightened his grip.
"It won't happen again," he promised.
Olivia nod.
He kissed her shoulder and her neck, but before he could get further, Olivia shoved his head away from her and stood up.
Elliot looked at her in surprise.
"Not now, not here," she said simply.
Olivia held her hand out to help Elliot up, but he didn't take it instantly. Instead he put his head in his hands and started shaking it violently.
"I don't remember, what happened last night. I remember coming to your apartment and then leaving, but I don't know what happened," he said seriously.
"Nothing happened, El. You came to apologize and then I kicked your sorry ass out," Olivia said, avoiding telling him about his outburst just before he left.
"Are you sure?" Elliot asked, lifting his head.
"Yeah, I wasn't drunk," Olivia said, reminding him.
Elliot nod and stood up. He let his hand fall over Olivia's shoulder, pulling her closer. He needed to hold her one last time before facing their co-workers. He pulled her into his strong arms, holding one hand on the back of her head, forcing it to his neck, the other one was on the her back, pressing her frame against his. She came to his embrace willingly, returning it with wrapping her smaller hands around his waist.
He dropped kisses on her hair, savoring the moment.
The door opened and Olivia was out of Elliot's arms in a second.
"Guys, we have a case, Cragen wants you in hospital and he ordered Olivia to take lead this time," Fin said from the doorway.
"Coming," Olivia said.
Olivia and Elliot followed Fin out. Munch and Fin took a moment to laugh at Elliot before they left. Elliot ignored their looks, grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste, heading towards the bathroom. Cragen walked over to Olivia, who was collecting her things from the desk.
"Is Elliot decent enough to work?" Cragen asked her.
"Yeah, though I'd keep him in the background today," Olivia said honestly.
"That's what I thought. You are taking the lead on this one, I hope that's not a problem with Elliot," Cragen said.
"Nope, we're all good," Olivia assured her Commanding Officer.
Cragen nod and left, shutting his office door afterwards, Olivia kept looking after him, but then Elliot descended from the bathroom.
Both detectives left the squadroom. For once Elliot let Olivia drive without putting up a fight. Olivia had windows open to get some fresh air. She parked in front of the hospital, but neither of them got out of the car right away.
"Elliot, I don't mean to be rude or drunk on power, but I think it would be best if you stayed in the car," Olivia said, wincing at the statement.
"I'm fine, Liv," Elliot assured her.
"El, I had to keep the windows open just so I can breathe. I can't let you close to victim in that state," Olivia said, ignoring Elliot's statement.
"Okay, fine. Whatever you say," he said and put his hands up in defeat as he realized, that he could argue, but he'll lost.
"I'll take the statement, call Cragen and then get you to a shower and you'll need to change," Olivia said and got out of car, before Elliot could say anything.
***SVU***
Olivia waited in the living room, going over the victim's statement, when Elliot sat beside her. He nuzzled her neck, distracting her.
"Do I smell better now?" Elliot asked seductively.
"Much better, we have to go," Olivia said, completely ignoring his attempt. She gently pushed his head away and put her pad in pocket.
"Liv, come on," he coaxed her, not giving up.
Elliot kept kissing her neck raising his head ending up looking into her deep brown orbs. He kissed her lips hungrily, angling his body towards her. Olivia easily gave in the kiss, holding onto his shirt as the kiss progressed. They broke apart in the need of oxygen, but their foreheads stayed together.
She decided to kiss him again after catching her breath, as his lips seemed to be too irresistable. Elliot pushed her down on the couch, leaving her legs hanging over the edge of the bed and getting on top of her. Before getting too far, she pressed her palms to his chest, gently shoving him away.
"We need to work," she said simply.
"You know I work much better, when I'm not thinking about getting into your pants," Elliot suggested.
"El, according to you, you have had pretty long dry spells with Kathy and this hasn't been affecting your work before," Olivia pointed out.
"Don't you dare play that card with me," Elliot threatened.
Olivia looked apologetic – Kathy was still sensitive subject between them. She could see raw anger in his eyes, she chose to look away. If she could, she'd take away her comment about his wife. That also reminded her, that in this moment she is the other woman and that's a though she couldn't bear to have. No matter how much she denied it, she'll always be the other woman and at some level cause of his failed marriage.
In an attempt to avoid the subject further, both of them stood from the couch.
"You are not her, never will be," Elliot said hoarsely.
"I'm sorry, Elliot," she said sincerely.
"No! You can't keep on bringing her up. It doesn't work like that," he said with anger.
"Elliot," she exclaimed.
"Olivia, I don't know what your problem is, but you have to get over it, if you want this to work and I am not into getting into something, that will ruin our work environment," Elliot raged.
"I have to get over it? You assured me, that I'm not a rebound and I accepted it. You can't keep on blaming me every time you feel like it," Olivia shouted back.
"Can you even count men you have slept with? I can't be another number on that list," Elliot continued.
"You son of a bitch," she hissed.
Olivia headed towards the door in hurry, Elliot right behind her.
He caught her by the door, he grabbed her hand just above the elbow and pressed his lips to hers. She could feel the anger through the kiss. He pulled her body close to hers and she could feel his already hard member through the layers of clothing.
Elliot roughly pushed her back against the door. He removed her shirt and ran his hands roughly over her ribcage. Pulling away from the kiss, he grabbed her breasts through the bra, squeezing, which caused her to wince, yet she pulled his chest against hers. She could feel his heart slamming in his chest, mimicking the actions of her own.
She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, kissing newly exposed skin along the way. He had already managed to push her workpants along with lacy panties down, when he crashed his lips on hers again. Her hands were undoing his belt, but he slapped her hands away, undoing the belt and freeing his already aching member. He found her neck with his lips, sucking and biting her soft skin.
He lifted her up, which made her squeak in surprise, forcefully pushed her back against the door and gripped her hips tightly, thrusting inside of her. She bit back a cry of discomfort, as she was not ready yet.
"You son of a bitch," she hissed.
Elliot pulled her closer, holding her cheek against his and thrust into her again, pushing everything else from her mind. She wrapped her legs around his waist, putting their bodies closer than before.
She dug her nails into his back and pressed her mouth to his shoulder, trying to keep herself quiet – these walls were not soundproof after all. As his movements became more erratic, her nails kept on digging into his skin, probably drawing blood. He tightened his grip on her hips, leaving bruises, but he didn't care, neither did she.
His hand winded in her growing hair, pulling, causing her lips to leave his shoulder, but the same tilting her, changing the angle. She cried out at the movement and wrapped her legs around him tighter, digging her heels onto his back. Elliot pressed his lips to her neck, sucking the tender skin, marking his territory.
She bid her lip to keep her moans at bay, but she was not successful and Elliot gained confidence enough to speed up his moves inside of her. That was enough to drive her over the edge. Her whole body shuddered and he kissed her on the lips, muffling the moans leaving her throat.
He thrust into her hard and that was enough for him to find his own release. He came with a groan of her name, muffled in their lips.
They stayed like that for a moment longer, both coming down from their heights. Their heads cheek by cheek, hearts slamming in unison and both of their breathing erratic.
"I'm sorry, Liv, I crossed the line before," he panted into her ear.
"Sorry, I brought up Kathy," she said between breaths.
Finally they broke apart and Elliot let her down on the ground, trusting her legs to carry her weight. In silence they got dressed, fixing each other appearances before leaving the apartment.
"You know everything we said, is exactly, what Fin told you yesterday," Olivia said as they walked down the stairs.
"How?" Elliot asked, because he couldn't see the connection there.
"In Ballentine's view, Kathy is pure, while I am not," she winced at the last word and continued "He had some sick need to be women's first and if he was not, then women were ruined."
"He was sick. I can't even imagine what has to be wrong with person to think like that," Elliot said, all familiar anger back in his voice.
"Easy, El. I don't wanna fight anymore. I'm just saying where it came from," Olivia said soothingly.
"You're right. You know I don't think like him, right?" Elliot asked in assurance.
"Considering the fact, that you just fucked me against my door, I'd say yes," Olivia said with a smile lingering on her lips.
Elliot chuckled and put his arm around her, kissing the side of her head and suddenly he was in a much better mood. He really thought that he and Olivia could make it work.