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When Elliot arrived on the scene fire fighters were in the process of distinguishing a house fire and four body bags sat in a row waiting for him. Melinda Warner was already there taking samples and notes.
"Melinda, what do we have here? Elliot asked.
"A mother and her three children were found stabbed and burning in this fire. From what I gathered thus far they were all beaten, then tied to chairs. The mother appears to have been raped, stabbed, and badly burned. The children were found in the other room and I'm guessing they suffocated by the smoke of the fire. The autopsy will tell us more."
"And where's the Dad?"
"They don't know."
"Ok thanks, let me know if you find anything else?"
Elliot saw some of the neighbors standing in the streets and looking out of their windows. He decided they would be the best place to start. He headed towards a man standing across the street.
"Excuse me, sir, I'm detective Elliot Stabler, did you see anything that happened here tonight?"
The man was in his 40's and looked grungy and unkempt. He replied, "Yeah, I heard the wife, Ellen, screaming around 4am. I looked out my winda, but I didn't see anything. I almost called the cops, but she stopped. Twenty minutes later, I smell smoke and the house was on fire."
"Do you know if the woman was married?"
"Yeah, her husband's name is Robert Lacey. We invited them over for a cook out once, but they never came. He was always out on business. Kept to himself. The little girl, Grace, was supposedly in some animated movie, something with cats in it."
Elliot nodded, "I see. Did you notice anyone go in or out of the house tonight?"
The guy scratched his crotch and grunted, "Yeah, I saw Robert's black Mercedes. Now it's gone."
"Did you ever physically see him at all tonight?"
"No, but nobody else drives that kinda car in this neighborhood."
"Did you see anyone at all around the house lately? Anyone, other then Robert?"
The man thought about it for a while, "Nope."
"Do you know where we could find Robert?"
"Not at all. Like I said, they kept to themselves. I really didn't talk to them much."
"Thanks, if you think of anything else give me a call", Elliot closed his notes and gave the man his card. Off he went to the rest of the neighbors in view of the house.
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It took Olivia an hour to get off of the floor from her panic attack. She sat in her living room window with jeans, a sweater, gloves, and a thick pair of socks on. As she watched the people walk around outside she noticed there were some reporters hanging around her door. She assumed it had something to do with her. Her phone suddenly rang and she jumped from it's sound. Her thoughts were fixed on the static that buzzed through the glazed look on her face. It rang a second time and she almost didn't answer it. "Benson." She said faintly.
"Olivia, it's George Huang. We had an appointment at 9 o'clock today. I just wanted to see how you are and why you aren't here."
"What time is it?" She looked at the clock on her wall. It said 9:30 am. "Crap. I'm sorry. I got side tracked. Can I come now or should I reschedule?"
"Liv, come when you can, but please come today."
"I'll be there soon." She cried as she threw down the phone and grabbed her coat.
She got to her door and remembered the reporters out front. The last thing she wanted to do was get her photo taken. She ran back to the phone and called Casey.
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An hour later Casey and Olivia came walking through the precinct with curly wigs, lots of make up, big hats, and fat Nicole Richie sunglasses on. Olivia figured if she was going to venture past the press she should at least give them a show. They walked past Elliot and his new partner. Olivia went straight to her locker. Elliot and his fill-in partner, Hector Iglacious, dropped their papers and looked at the two women with their mouths open.
"Olivia? Casey?" Elliot asked in surprise and shock.
Casey pulled her sunglasses off and looked over at their desks, "I'm helping Liv dodge the press."
Without lifting her head from her locker Olivia added, "Yeah and when I find out who gave them my address I'm going to personally put them through a whole new kind of hell."
"Calm down Marilyn Monroe. You're the one who dated the creepy journalist." Elliot replied.
Olivia slammed the locker door. "Damn it, you're right. Why are you always right?"
Elliot shrugged and threw something towards her, "Heads up." Olivia caught it right before it smashed to the floor. "It's your new phone. Try to be nice to it, it wasn't cheap."
Olivia held the red phone in her hand, "Thanks." She pulled her sunglasses down and looked him in the eyes, "That was sweet of you Elliot. You really didn't have to do that. Thank you." She gave him a hug and flipped the phone up to check it out.
Elliot felt Casey and Hector starring at them and his face turned red, "It was nothing. Don't worry about."
Olivia smiled at him, "Ok." She inwardly giggled at his attempt to hide his feelings from the company around them.
Casey broke the silence as she sat on the edge of Olivia's desk to model her hair. "I think I could get used to this look. What do you think Elliot, should I die my hair black and get a perm?"
"I think you're the next Lindsey Lohan, Casey. Now get the hell off my case files. You're starting to shed."
"Would you like my autograph now or later?" she teased with her charming deep voice.
Hector sat on the edge of the desk across from Casey and winked, "I'll take your autograph and your phone number, baby."
Casey was taken aback by the remark, "And who the hell are you?"
"Hector Iglasicous, at your service my lady." He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
Casey backed away and raised her eyes in Elliot's direction, "Right. Suddenly I have the urge to wash my hands."
Elliot cleared his throat and muttered, "My new partner." His luck with partners ran out the day Olivia Benson locked his balls in a vise. At least this guy gave him a reason to hate him.
Casey's eyes widened and she slowly turned in Olivia's direction, "Liv, I gotta go. You ok from here?"
Olivia looked up from her phone and pursed her shining lips, "I'm fabulous darling, thank you. I'll call you later."
Casey pulled the rest of her disguise off, "Later, beautiful", and walked out of the squad room door.
Elliot stopped Olivia before she could leave, "Liv, aren't you suppose to be with Dr. Huang?"
"Yeah, I'm getting there, Dad. I had to get my purse. You got a problem with that?"
Elliot pulled the toothpick out of his mouth and shook his hands in defense, "Hey –whoa- I'm just checking. Have fun."
Hector butted in, "Oww, she's a feisty one. You can call me Daddy any day, sweet cheeks."
Elliot choked on the coffee he just took a sip of. Olivia ripped her wig and hat off as she got up in Hector's face. Very sweetly she asked, "Hector? Is that your name?"
Hector nodded and smiled.
"If you so much as look at my sweet cheeks or anyone else's sweet cheeks I'll have your ass shipped backed to the police academy as a janitor. ", she threw the costume pieces onto Elliot's desk and walked out the door towards Dr. Huang's office.
Hector looked at Elliot ready to comment, but Elliot just smiled and walked away with the case files in his hand.
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Olivia came rushing through the door of George Huang's office like a whirlwind from the spa. Dr. Huang sat at his desk and welcomed her with a smile.
"Olivia, sit, please. You look wonderful."
Olivia sat and laughed, "Yes, it's my new 'meet the press' look. I'm glad somebody likes it."
"I saw them all waiting outside. I didn't realize they were there for you. Did you make it through alright?"
"Oh, I can handle them. It's their cameras I fear." She said with a faded smile. As she sat in his office her stomach started forming butterflies with anticipation. She knew this small talk would only last so long. Avoiding her darkness was becoming harder as the day went on.
"So how are you?"
"I'm fine."
Huang smiled an all-knowing smile, "Fine. That's it?"
She nodded.
"Great, I'll see you next week then."
"Ok. I'm fine, but I've been ignoring things. Everyone around me has been ignoring things. I just don't know how to go back to normal. When I do feel like the day is going well I start going into hallucinating panic attacks." Her eyes grew red.
"It's quite normal for the ones that care about you to ignore a subject that may cause you pain. That's why you're here, right?"
She nodded again as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Huang handed her a tissue and continued, "So what exactly are you ignoring?"
"Everything. I ignore every thought from flashes of the attack to memories and conversations with…my friends."
"It's ok to talk about your friends here. It's all confidential."
"Yes, I know. I'd rather talk about the attack then my friends. I'm comfortable with my friends."
"Are you?"
Olivia started to get angry that he didn't change the subject. "Can you respect that I don't want to talk about them? "
"Ok, we can talk about that another time, but if you're not going to open up to the people around, they're not going to be comfortable enough to talk about the things you want them to say to you."
He hit one of her chords, but she still wasn't going to talk about Elliot. "I realize that, but I'm not ready to bring them into this yet."
Dr. Huang wrote something in his notebook and continued the session. "You said something about hallucinations? What kind of hallucinations are you having?"
"The kind that involves blood and…him…touching my skin." As Olivia spoke the words out loud she grabbed at her hands and the skin on her legs began to tingle and itch. "His rubber gloves running up my legs. And he was constantly pulling at my hands. " She tried to stop herself from tingling, but she couldn't. She looked down at the bruises on her wrists and her stomach whirled into a tight ball. Quickly she got up and shook her hands. "I'm sorry. This is harder then I ever thought it could be."
"It's ok, Olivia, take your time. This is not something we can put a band-aid on. Have you been wearing the gloves often?"
She was embarrassed that she even had to wear them. She stood by the window to feel the warm sun. "Yes."
"Why?"
" I can't look at my skin. My skin is crawling with him."
"Do you hate him for doing this to you?"
"No, I hate myself for allowing him to do this to me."
"Olivia, why do you think you allowed him to do this to you?"
She turned towards him. "Because I'm a cop. I'm trained to handle men like him and I just couldn't."
"What makes you think that you could have prevented this?"
"I…" She looked away and took a deep breath. This was the first time she had talked about the details since the report Elliot quickly took on the way to the hospital. "I thought I could convince him to untie me. I had him so close to breaking and then I went one step too far. I should have known that he would get angry at the thought of his mother. I knew, and this stubborn button in the back of my head made me do it anyway."
"Olivia, how do you know that that one comment would have changed things? I think that just by trying to use your investigation skills on him in that situation was brave enough. Most cops I've dealt with would have never thought to talk their way through it."
"Yes, but most, if not all the cops you know wouldn't have been in that situation. I let my guard down and now I'm paying for it"
"If your partner were to have gotten abducted would you think he was any less of a cop?"
"Elliot? No, absolutely not. But that would have never happened to Elliot. He wouldn't have been so kind to a stranger on the street. And that's where I have a flaw."
"And you're a bad cop because your flaw would be that you care too much?"
"No. Maybe. Yes. I don't know."
"Sometimes things are going to be out of your control. You can't beat yourself up. You're alive and healthy. You have a family of friends that love you."
"Do they? Do they love me? I'm alive, but I don't really know what I have. I have this job, some friends, and a possibility for love? If I lose even one of those things I have nothing substantial. I'm going on 40 and I have no husband, no children, my blood relatives are gone."
"Olivia, what do you do when you're not at work?"
The question seemed out of context to her. It threw her off, but she thought about it for a second and replied, "I…I go to a show, sometimes I read…I don't know. My job is my life, George." She looked away and wiped away a new tear.
Dr. Huang touched her hand, " Have you ever thought about trying new things to get a different look at your life?"
"Yes and no. Yes, I would love to learn how to do different things, but I'm usually just too tired to do anything when I get home."
"We should work on that. Would that be ok with you?"
"Yeah. I think I could handle some change."
George gave her a warm smile. "Now what is this possibility of love? Tell me about that."
She froze. Olivia wasn't prepared to speak about her feelings towards Elliot. "I…I can't talk about it."
"Olivia, if you're not going to take this seriously I'm going to have to recommend you to someone who doesn't know you."
"Why do I have to talk about my love-life?" She said sternly.
"Because the people closest to you are going to help you through this. I can give you medications and talk to you once a week, but the environment you live in and create are the things that will help you move on."
She looked at the floor in silence. She knew he was right. She sighed and let it out. "It's…a guy that I've known for a very long time. We're best friends and before this all happened we kind of started something. The relationship was always in a sort of limbo. I'm not even sure I could actually tell him all of my feelings. I thought at one point I knew exactly what page he was on and how to handle the situation, but now we're both afraid of each other. I'm afraid of him leaving me and he's afraid of me leaving him. Now he's afraid of my reactions. He touches me, but he touches me like he's afraid to touch me. Like I'm glass or paper. I'm so confused about who I am at the moment that I'm not even sure if I want him to touch me right now. I'm afraid it's going to remind me of something that I don't want to think about. I feel plagued."
"I see. Why do you feel plagued?"
"Because I can't even look at my skin. I couldn't even take a shower this morning without having a nervous break down. Even if I wanted him to touch me in a sexual way I am physically unable to do anything in that area. I'm ….I feel useless."
"If this had never happened would you have had sex with him by now?"
"Yes. I mean, if he wanted it, but yes, it would have been the objective of my week."
"Have you tried talking to him about all of this?"
"No."
"And why do you think that is?"
"Look I know what you're getting at, but I just can't do that right now."
"I think you need to. Once you start finding confidence in yourself you won't need him to accept you. It seems to me like you two need to open up to each other. You may not be able to be physical for a while, but it might help you to know what he's thinking. In the mean time, I want you to take some of this medicine to help you through your panic and depression. And I also want you to think about ways to bring new ideas and surroundings into your environment."
"New ideas?"
"Yes, find a new hobby. Go to the gym. Write a book. Do some home improvements. Paint a picture. I'm sure there's something that you've always wanted to do, but never did because you were too busy working."
She thought about it and nodded.
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Elliot and Hector drove to a dumpy tow lot where Robert Lacey's Mercedes sat in a garage. A man with a hose stood next to the vehicle. Elliot yelled towards him right before it was too late, "Hey, buddy, wait. Don't touch that car. NYPD."
The man turned the water off. "What? I was told to wash and ship this baby to the used lot."
"Yeah, well that was before it became evidence to my homicide case."
Hector coughed, "That'd be our homicide case. Who told you to wash this thing?"
The man threw the hose to the floor in defense, "My boss. What's it to you?"
Elliot pushed Hector out of the way. "Your boss needs to clean up his paperwork before he makes a cut off of other people's property. This car hasn't even been in your lot for 24 hours. Now go get him before I shut this place down."
The man turned towards the office and mumbled under his breath. "Frigg'n Cops."
"What was that?" Elliot yelled.
"I like mops." The man yelled back.
"Yeah, you better you little…"
Hector opened the door to the car and excitedly ran a black light across the seats. "Look at that. Look at that!"
Elliot got next to him to see what the fuss was about and gave Hector a weird look when all he saw was some dried blood.
"I love blood spatter on a black seat. There's something sexy about it."
"You're a sicko, Iglacious."
"Yeah, I know, isn't great." Hector giggled as he collected the evidence.
Elliot ignored his partner's behavior and began inspecting the outside of the car. "So what do you got, Ig?"
"Well, we have some hair and some blood. If this is any of our victims we can at least get a warrant for the bank accounts."
"That's good because I got nothing but mud and possible finger prints out here."
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Two weeks had passed since Olivia got home from the hospital. Elliot was working hard on his case and Olivia was working hard on herself. She was learning how to play the piano and she started training for the "Race for the cure" at a local gym. She was feeling really good about everything and her thoughts of the attack seemed to have subsided for a while. Elliot was sleeping on her couch every night. He was still keeping his distance but he could feel their tension releasing everyday.
It was 8 o'clock and Elliot hadn't come home from work yet. Olivia was about to take a bit of her General Tso's chicken and watch one of her favorite classic movies "His Girl Friday", when the sleek red phone on her coffee table started to vibrate. "Elliot Stabler, sexiest man alive" ran across the screen. She picked up the phone. It was the first time someone had called her. Usually Elliot called her home phone. "So now you're the sexiest man alive? I think George Clooney might have something to say about that."
"Huh? Oh. That was Hector."
"You let Hector touch my expensive phone?"
"Yeah, that was before I knew he was a sexist pig."
Hector yelled in the background, "Hey, I resent that. Most women would have been offended if I hadn't said anything. You can't win. How was I to know –"
Elliot cut him off, "Shut up Iglacious."
He got up from his desk and walked to the hallway for a more private call. "I'm finishing up and I just wanted to see how you were doing. Do you need food? I noticed there was nothing left in the refrigerator this morning"
"I'm fine and food has been taken care of." Olivia said with a hint of a warm smile behind her words. "I have everything I could possibly need, Chinese food and Katherine Hepburn."
"Katherine Hepburn? I thought Iglacious had issues."
"Hey, Hepburn could have kicked your ass. You leave her out of it." Olivia joked.
"So, would you and Katherine like some company?"
" I think Katherine and I would love some company as long as we're keeping this a threesome."
Elliot was at a lose at what to say. Olivia seemed to be in a progressively good mood, but sexual comments still made him nervous. "Ahhh….I think I can handle that as long as Katherine promises not to kick my ass."
" I meant that Hector was not invited."
"OH! Hector. No. God no. He's never invited. Sorry my mind is fried."
"I can tell. How about I'll see you when you get here?"
"Sounds good, Liv. See yeah soon."
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Elliot got to Olivia's house and crashed on her couch. He took a couple mouthfuls of General Tso and starred with tired eyes into the television. Olivia was in a tank top and pajama pants. She sat on the couch attempting to knit a scarf and laughing at Jimmy Stewart's silly remarks.
"You're in a good mood today." He said sleepily.
"I had a nice session with George again today. I'm really enjoying the whole idea of creating a new environment for myself."
"I noticed. You're not wearing your gloves."
She stopped the knitting and looked at her almost heeled wrists. "Yeah, my fingers were tired of letting a dead rapist win the battle of fresh air."
"Sorry I didn't mean to bring that up."
"No, it's ok. I've decided he's not worth it." She smiled at him.
"Good. So what did you do today?"
"Well, I went to the gym, then to the grocery store, and ended with a new coat of paint on my bathroom wall."
Elliot looked at the Chinese take-out box in his hand. She grabbed it from him and stated, "Baby steps. Today I shopped. Tomorrow I cook. Maybe."
"What ever you say, Liv. I've said nothing. You might want to wash the paint out of your hair though." He touched the dried up dark purple paint in her hair.
She looked up at her hair, "Showers are over rated."
Elliot smiled back and sighed.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Ah, I've got a headache and I feel like I'm working with circus ridiculous. We can't seem to figure out the hole in our case."
Olivia pulled Elliot's head into her lap and slowly massaged his temples and forehead. "What's the hole?", she asked slyly.
Elliot opened his eyes and looked up at her. "You don't want to hear about. Besides I don't want to tell you about."
Olivia grabbed his head. "El, come on. Throw me a bone. I had to go to the grocery store today. My mind needs sustenance."
He really hated bringing work up at home, but he loved her passion for the job. He laughed at her, " Alright, but tell me if I need to stop."
She got up and grabbed a pen and paper, "Great. Go for it."
"Our hole is that we can't find this guy that may or may not be our perp. Either way, he needs to be found. We have a woman and her three kids. All dead. Neighbor's say there's a husband. He's missing. We find his car at Jim's Auto Lot. Jim tells us they found it in front of the garbage dumps."
"Could the body be in the dump?"
"We have men on that, but it's pretty impossible to get through the gates unless you work there. So far nobody's coming forward. Anyway, we found out that the Lacey's, who are the dead family and the missing father, don't exist. All of their records are made up. They have no other family members that we can find and everything important was burned in the fire. The little girl, Grace, is supposedly bringing in hard cash from a movie she made a year ago, but the family lived in an apartment they were renting in Brooklyn and we can't get a warrant to their bank accounts until the DNA reports come back tomorrow. These people are hiding from something."
"Did you get to talk to the kid's school teachers?"
"Yeah, according to Hector's reports anyone that knew them said they were the perfect family. Quiet and kept to themselves."
"You weren't with Hector when he did the investigation?"
Elliot pulled at his hair. "No. The caseloads coming in are too much for the department to handle, so I interviewed the garbage men and he interviewed the school. I went over his reports. They looked pretty thorough."
Olivia raised her eyebrow and cleared her throat, "How about talent agents and the film people she worked with?"
"We questioned them. None of them have ever met Robert Lacey. They said Ellen, the mother, was the parent that did everything for Grace on set, and when the movie was over, they disappeared."
"Could the dad be a gambler?"
"That's possible."
"Wait, how did he kill the wife and kids?"
Elliot paused. He was unsure how to continue without getting graphic. "Are you sure you want to hear this?"
Olivia dropped her notepad. "Elliot, I can't get back to my life until I start doing normal things again."
He wasn't sure if it was her sudden change in mood or her captivating eyes, but he just kept on talking. He told her about the rest of the case and everything felt like old times. Olivia took the details like a champ. After taking in all the facts she started throwing out ideas that Elliot didn't even think of. "Remember that case with the mob a year back. We couldn't convict them because there wasn't enough evidence, but the layout of the victims is similar, if I'm remembering correctly. They found the whole family burned alive except for the father. The family had changed their whole identity to get away from this gang of gamblers. Do you think this could be the same thing?"
"You know, I never even thought of that, but now that you bring it up that actually makes sense. Maybe….there has to be… I think you might be on to something. Hang on." He jumped up and grabbed his phone. "Fin, dig up any old files on mob victims in the last 10 years and see if you can get any hospital records from any of the victims on the Lacey case. I think the dad might be caught up in some money problems and I remember a case just like this a year back." He winked at Olivia and mouthed an "I'm sorry" to her. He felt bad about taking her idea, but he didn't want Fin to know he was with her. "I'm gonna get some sleep and I'll be by the precinct in a few hours."
He hung up the phone and kissed Olivia on the head, "Liv, you're brilliant. I gotta get some shut eye, before I turn into the incredible Hulk." He walked over to the black bag he kept in the corner with his over night things in it. He ripped his shirt off and unzipped his pants.
Olivia starred at his chest and his tight butt under the jockey briefs. She found herself thinking about touching him. He turned around and saw her starring and she dropped her head. "Um…why don't you just take my bed.", said Olivia as she put her notebook to the side and took a sip of water from a glass on the coffee table.
"I'm sorry, Liv. I didn't mean to bring you into this. I can't take your bed. I can sleep on the couch or I can go to the squad room and get some rest there if you need some time to yourself."
"Elliot, it's not a big deal. Just take my bed. I sleep on the couch most of the time anyway."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. You've had a long day. Go get some sleep." She smiled and focused on the television.
Elliot sat on the couch next to her in his white T-shirt and jockey briefs. He took a glance at her as she flipped through the channels on the television. Slowly he rubbed her back with the hand closest to her and she sat up straight and leaned towards his body. He noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra under her tank top and he could almost see the shape of her nipples. He turned his head and tried to think of something else. "I miss you at work."
Olivia was shaken from her thoughts of Elliot as she turned to see him starring at her. "What?"
He grabbed the remote control and turned the volume down. "I miss having you at work. It's not the same."
She blushed a little and softly smiled. "I'm strangely glad to hear that." He stretched and yawned and she couldn't help but look at the bulge between his legs. Her insides yearned and she turned towards the television to stop the thoughts.
Elliot pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. "Well Hector is a handsome guy. I could see how you would be jealous of him."
She laughed and jabbed him in the side. Her laugh subsided and there was a pause in the conversation. Elliot kept looking at her breasts. He couldn't help it. Finally he grabbed the blanket from behind him. "I'm cold. Are you cold?" He figured that covering the problem might help the urge go away.
Under the blanket she curled up next to him and yawned. "Shouldn't you be going to bed?"
"Yeah, but my mind is still on. I need to wind down for a few minutes."
She grabbed his hand and slowly messaged each of his fingers. He moved his arm to get more comfortable and brushed against her breast. Her body tensed up with anticipation.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to…"
"It's ok." She knew this was her moment to make him aware of her thoughts like Dr. Huang told her too, but her mouth couldn't form the words. She glared at the TV trying to think of something truthful but not too girly to say to him. She continued to message his hands in silence. Her elbow kept lightly brushing against Elliot's crotch and he was about to move before something unforgivable happened, when Olivia stopped and looked up at him, "You know what I miss?"
He softly replied, "No. What?"
"This." She slowly went towards his lips with hers and they began to gently kiss. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing, but it felt like the best thing. Elliot couldn't stop himself from touching her. He ran his hands up her back and through her hair. She shuttered at his touch. She had been pining this moment every night for days, as she lay in her bed 10 feet away from him. Elliot couldn't control his body any longer. He kissed her with an energy he couldn't control and she returned it with as much intensity if not more. One hand was wrapped around her back and the other ran down her chest and cupped her breast. He kissed her cheeks and her neck as he fondled her over her shirt. She moaned and grabbed the bulge that was now bigger. He released a sigh of excitement as her hand rubbed him. Her insides were tingling with every touch of his body. She didn't even care about the fact that she still had stitches. She sat up and knelt around his lap. She could feel him between her legs and she couldn't help but rub against him. Elliot looked deep into her eyes as she moved her body along with his. He slowly looked down and something caught his eye. He saw drops of blood on his underwear. "Olivia, Olivia, wait. Stop." Elliot stopped her abruptly. "You're bleeding."
She looked down at herself, "Shit. Hang on."
Elliot stopped her "Liv. It's alright. We don't have to do this." He saw a disappointment in her eyes and he stood up to try to explain himself. " I mean, I want to do it. There's nothing wrong with you or that, but it's not the right time."
Olivia looked down at his nether regions and gave a smile and a bit of a laugh. "I don't know how you guys walk around with those things."
Elliot looked down and grabbed the blanket to cover him self up. "Oh Yeah, well, I don't know how you walk around with those things." He pointed to her chest. "If I had breasts I'd never leave my house."
Olivia laughed, "That's because you're a guilty Catholic."
"Alright, let's clean you up and get some sleep."
Olivia nodded and went to the bathroom. Elliot stood outside the door to make sure she was ok. He put her to bed and lay on the couch looking at the ceiling. His crotch may have been frustrated but his mind was at ease.