I'm sorry this has taken a while to upload. I've been busy with lousy finals! Grr! But now I'm done and I'll have lots of time now! :) What did you think of "PTSD" and "Smut?" Smut was fantastic! A definite favorite this season for me!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. All I want for X-mas is E/O. I hope Santa Wolf delivers soon....

A/N: More dialogue comes straight from the episode and I can't tell you how much I love Finding Nemo! Gah! I was staring at it while writing the last few paragraphs of this chapter. I 3 Finding Nemo! LOL! :D

Anywhoo... enjoy Chapter 4!!! :)

At the airport, Elliot and Cragen were in a room overlooking the terminal while Olivia and Fin were covering the ground. Elliot was looking through a pair of binoculars looking for any sign of the baby gibbon. Olivia looked up at him from the crowd and caught his attention with her eyes. She smiled and winked and Elliot grinned in reply, but this did not go unnoticed by their Captain.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Olivia was giving me the signal. She's close," he replied. That was close! Olivia and Elliot made a decision in the car not to tell Cragen or anyone about what happened at the undercover safe house. It was the best decision for both of them.

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"I think it's best if we don't discuss what happened earlier with anyone, Elliot," Olivia spoke. "I don't want IAB down our throats again."
"I agree, but I do think we should talk about this later when we solve the case. There some things I want to tell you that I've been thinking about since the shooting, but I can't discuss them here," Elliot replied while they pulled up to the precinct in the brown sedan.

"You promise?"
"Yes, Olivia. We will talk later. I promise." He opened the door for Olivia, who appeared to be surprised.

"I thought chivalry was dead."

"Not with me, Liv." His gentle smile sent shivers through Olivia's body. She tapped his shoulder and laughed.

"Come on, we'll be late." The detectives entered the 1-6 and awaited orders from their Captain.

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Elliot snapped from his daydream when Cragen tapped his shoulder.

"I think we just found our smuggler from Jakarta over on the left. Look at the magic basketball on the floor over there."

"Liv," Elliot said on his walkie-talkie, "Check out the guy in the green jumpsuit next to the escalator with the magic basketball. He may be the guy we're looking for. When he moves, you and Fin follow him."
"Gotcha, El. We will keep an eye on him." The guy left the terminal and the detectives followed his trail to an abandoned warehouse. Bushido stood there with Tybor and a wealthy businessman. Before he could give the man the basketball, all detectives revealed themselves.

"Police! Freeze!" Cragen shouted. Bushido and Tybor ran while the businessman just stood there startled. Bushido threw the basketball at Cragen, who was lucky enough to catch it. The gibbon popped out and cuddled Cragen.
"I got Tybor!" Olivia ran after him while Elliot chased Bushido.
"Bushido!" Fin held the gun on the scared businessman.

"Please run. Please." The businessman looked like a deer trapped in headlights. It must have been his first time in the smuggling business, but now it was also his last.

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While Olivia chased Tybor, Elliot pursued Bushido through the maze of crates and steel. The tiger was pursuing the hunter and would not rest until he received his just reward.
"Bushido, stop!" Elliot shouted as he held his gun on him. Bushido had been pinned in a conveyor belt. He tried to run on it to gain distance from the detective, but slipped through the space and trapped a leg. The injured hunter had caught himself in a trap.

"Shoot me, coward!" Elliot laughed at Bushido. He held his gun firm and ready while he shut the conveyor belt off.

"I'd rather see you in a cage."
"Me in a cage? Are you crazy? Kill me now because when I get out, your family is dead!" he screamed.
"When you get out?" Bushido swung at Elliot, but Elliot moved his neck to the side and punched him in the side of the face. Bushido fell on the conveyor belt and wiped the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. "I got news for you: you're never getting out, Bushido."

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Olivia chased Tybor to the roof where she tackled him to the ground. Tybor charged at Olivia and knocked her to the ground. Both grunted as they struggled for control. She finally pushed him off her back and sent him over the edge of the roof.

"Help me!" As his life dangled by a thread, Olivia wondered why she should allow this piece of garbage to live. He was one of Bushido's cronies and involved with Elliot's shooting. She felt the anger rise within her. She wanted to avenge her partner's shooting. Bushido had to pay and so did Tybor, but Elliot would not want that. She kept an eye on him while she called for a bus with the walkie-talkie.

"You're that hooker from the other night."
"I'm a cop. You and Bushido shot my partner," Olivia spoke with a hint of anger.
"I'm a cop, too."
"And you're a lying scumbag."
"It's true! I've been undercover for over a year!" he cried.

"Prove it."

"I work with Agent Culkey. Who do you think told her about Stabler? How do you think we got to your office? Pull me up and I'll show you the wire in my belt buckle." Olivia pulled Tybor from the edge with all the strength in her body. He lifted his shirt and sure enough, there was the wire hidden beneath his belt buckle. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for your partner. I really am. I would've helped, but my cover would've been blown."
"It's over." Tybor shook his head.

"Not for me. My real target is the prison gang that's running this smuggling operation. Bushido was just one rung on the ladder. I need a high profile conviction to infiltrate." Tybor held his hands behind his back and allowed Olivia to cuff him silently.

"Okay, let's go," Olivia said as she led him away in handcuffs.

"Thank you."

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"Feeling better?" Elliot asked while Bushido was being led to an ambulance on a gurney.

"You're a dead man, Mike! A dead man! There's nowhere for you to hide! I'll find you and kill you!" he screamed. He howled like an animal that longed to be free, but he would never roam the wild again. He would forever be confined to his cage.
"Yeah, yeah. You've already killed me once."
"Elliot!" Olivia walked over to him.
"What's up?"
"Took care of Tybor. He's actually a cop."
"A dirty one?" he asked while Olivia shook her head.

"He's been doing undercover for a year." Olivia looked at Elliot's shoulder and noticed he ripped open his stitches again. "I thought I told you to be careful."
"What? Of course I was," Elliot replied.

"You're bleeding again, El." Elliot looked down and saw the bloodstain on his blue shirt.
"I'll have to get these stitched up again. I'm glad this is all over."
"Me too, El. I'm glad you're still here." Olivia reached for his hand and squeezed gently.

"Want to head out for a drink later after we file our paperwork to celebrate? Cragen will probably let us go early for solving this case."
"A drink would be nice. Does McGillian's sound good tonight? It's a few blocks away from your place." Elliot nodded.
"Perfect, Liv," he replied. "I'll meet you at your place at seven."

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Olivia stepped out of the steamy bathroom and her clock read after six.
"What do I want to wear?" She kept telling herself that she was not a date with Elliot, but she felt the need to dress up a little bit. Wrapped in a white towel, Olivia searched her closet for something casual to wear. A stunning black halter dress caught her attention from the corner of her eye. As she felt the silky material, she smiled. "Perfect. A little bit of cleavage doesn't hurt either." As she placed it on her bed, her doorbell rang. Shit! He's early! I don't want him to see me in a towel! Olivia walked to her door and opened it. Elliot stood there, dressed in a navy blue shirt and black slacks. He looked gorgeous. She loved how all of his blue shirts brought out the color of his eyes.

"Hey, El," she said in a small voice. Elliot's face turned beet red just like before in the hotel room.
"Oh, Liv, hi. I didn't mean to come over early."
"It's okay. Come on in. You want anything to drink while I finish getting ready?" she asked.
"Water would be fantastic." Olivia walked to her refrigerator with a glass and pressed a button for ice, then water. Elliot chugged the water in one sitting.

"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Are you all right? I won't be much longer."

"I'm fine," he smiled, "I'll just sit here on the couch until you're ready, Liv," he spoke in a slightly shaky voice. Olivia nodded her head and walked to the bathroom to get dressed.

Elliot sat on her couch in silence and tried to contain the growing erection in his pants. Only a few walls separated him from his half-naked partner wrapped in a towel. He had already seen his partner naked, so his mind wandered to a fantasy, which involved him ripping that skimpy towel from Olivia and taking her hard against the wall. He shook himself free from the fantasies forming in his dirty mind and tried to think his erection away. She's my partner and we're only heading out for a few drinks. We're not on a date.

"El, I'm ready." The sound of her heels on the floor behind him made him turn his head. The sight he saw left him nearly speechless. Olivia stood there in her black heels and a petite black dress. Black was nice and very sexy, Elliot thought. She was also showing a little bit of cleavage and he was having a difficult time trying not to stare.

"Liv… you're beautiful," he stuttered. Olivia blushed and smiled at her partner.
"Thanks, El. Let's go." Olivia and Elliot left her apartment and Elliot opened the door on the passenger's side to let Olivia in his car.
"Thank you."
"Anything for my favorite lady," Elliot flirted, while he turned the key in and started the car.

------ Inside the bar-------

The ride in the car had been mostly silent, with Olivia listening to the radio while Elliot tried not to think of all the devious things he wanted to do to her body.

"I'll have a Miller Lite," Olivia told the bartender as they approached the bar.
"I'll have what she's having," Elliot said as the bartender handed them two bottles.
"Here ya go. Looks like you need it." Olivia and Elliot made their way through a crowd and headed for an empty booth in the corner.
"It's packed in here tonight," Elliot said.
"I guess that's what we get for heading out on a Friday night," Olivia replied. She took a swig of her beer while Elliot sipped his slowly.

"So what was it you wanted to discuss with me, El?" Olivia asked. The topic had been on her mind since they arrived at the precinct earlier that afternoon. What does Elliot want to discuss with me? He sounded so serious. Did the Bushido case affect him too much?

"Liv…"

"You said you couldn't discuss it with me in the car earlier today and I just wanted to know what's on your mind. I can't read you very well today."

"It's okay. I was going to talk to you about this later, but now is as good time as any to tell you what I've been thinking about since waking up in that hospital bed. Liv, we admitted feelings to each other on the job that was inappropriate." Olivia felt a twinge of regret in her chest. He doesn't feel the same way about me after all? I knew it was from the pain medication he was on that night. I'm such a fool…

"I'm sorry I told you about my true feelings. It's clear you feel awkward from the whole situation. I never meant for it to come out like it did in the hospital. I thought I was going to lose you, Elliot, and if you died…" She was sniffling. She didn't want to be upset, but where Elliot was going with this talk wasn't looking good. As she went to stand up, Elliot grabbed her hand gently. He wasn't going to let her float away from him again.
"Liv, honey, it's okay," Elliot said to reassure her everything would be all right.
"I thought you were going to die, so I at least wanted to let you know there was someone who really cared about you."

"You didn't let me finish," he said with a smile. "When Bushido shot me twice, it made me realize how important you are to me. I want you to be apart of my life, Liv. I want to be more than just partners. I don't want you to feel awkward or obligated to reciprocate those same feelings. I was so nervous you would reject me and leave again, Liv." Olivia sat down in her seat had another sip of her Miller Lite.

"El, I want the same things you do. We've always been so afraid to communicate anything. Since you went home to Kathy again, we grew distant. We started to talk less and less to each other. I missed that fun, daily banter in the bullpen and I would love to have that again." Elliot finished his beer and gazed into Olivia's chocolate eyes.

"Have I ever told you how much I love staring into your beautiful eyes?" he asked.

"No, but I've never told you how many times I spend staring at yours," she replied. Olivia finished her beer and began to peel the label off. "Blue shirts look very good on you."

"They do, don't they?" he said with a big grin.
"Look at you, all smug there," Olivia said while she placed a hand over Elliot's. "But it's true. Blue is looks very good on you." A few beers later, she looked up at the clock and saw that it was after midnight.
"We have to be back at the precinct in the morning and it's already after midnight, El."
"Why don't you stay at my place, Liv? You can always change at the precinct tomorrow instead of running all the way home." Elliot nodded his head.
"That would be great." Elliot and Olivia exited the bar and headed to Elliot's apartment.

Once in Elliot's apartment, Olivia sat with on the couch while Elliot fetched a few extra blankets and a pillow from the hallway closet. When he came out with them, she helped him lay the blankets out. Both of them sat on the couch with awkward silence between them.

"So… you wanna watch a movie or something?" Elliot asked, being the first to break the silence.

"What did you have in mind?" Olivia asked.
"Let me see what movies I have here…" As he looked through his DVD collection, he left out a quiet laugh.
"What's up?"
"I forgot. I don't watch movies often because I just don't have time and the only movies I do have here are movies for the kids when they're over. Eli has been especially fond of Finding Nemo lately. Since there would be nothing on TV this late, would you be interested in a kid's movie?" Olivia laughed.

"Of course! Watching anything with you will be fun! Finding Nemo is a very good movie." The sparkle in her eyes intensified as she became excited.
"Great! I'll pop it in," Elliot replied. As the movie started, Olivia rested her head on Elliot's shoulder.
"This is the best movie ever." By the time the movie ended, Olivia was asleep and Elliot decided to lay her gently on the couch. Before Elliot could quietly leave the room, she sat up with pouty face.

"What about my goodnight kiss?" she asked innocently. Elliot laughed and sat back down on the couch next to Olivia. Elliot leaned in and his lips met hers gently and slowly at first, but it soon became very passionate. A spark shot through them, which surprised them both enough to break away from the kiss.

"Did you?"
"I felt that, too." Olivia leaned in to kiss him again; she wrapped her arms around his torso while she tested the waters with her tongue and Elliot liked that very much. His hand wandered to the zipper on the back of her dress and as he was about to pull it, Olivia's hand stopped him. He opened his eyes and saw eyes of hazy lust staring at him.
"How about we continue this in your bed?" she asked.
"Are you sure, Liv? Is this what you want?" Olivia's hand rubbed his shoulder while she nodded her head in certainty.
"I've never been so sure in my life." She stood up and headed to the bed, with Elliot following closely behind her.

TBC....

Warning: SMUT ahead! :D