A/N: Shorty short chapter! But I'm running out of juice! I had the story planned up until this point and now I'm not sure quite where it's going…

I want to keep writing so badly, but as of now, nothing comes to mind…

Maybe reviews will spark my creativity? Who knows.

I'm going to Hawaii on Thursday next week, so either I get a lot of reviews and I pump out a chapter before then…ORRRRRR ya'll just have to wait for two weeks….yikes!

Well, love ya, as always.

P.S Thanks NanPan86 for reviewing…and this smut goes out to you K444 (request granted)

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XXX Kate XXX

"Do you think he's telling the truth?" Elliot asked as they stepped into the corridor between interrogation rooms.

"My gut instinct says he isn't lying," Olivia frowned.

"Mine too," Elliot huffed angrily. Torrez had gotten under his skin.

Olivia placed her hand tentatively on Elliot's shoulder, "Did you want to cool down out here while I question Gram?"

Elliot's head snapped up, "No chance in hell Olivia."

She smirked and shook her head disapprovingly, "If you pull a stunt like you did before Elliot, I swear..."

"I won't as long as he doesn't say anything about you," he promised.

"Elliot, I can hold my own," Olivia said and opened the door.

Elliot followed Olivia in; Gram was slumped in the corner of the room.

He glanced up – the guy looked like he had been hit by a train at full force; he was grungy and dirty and his eyes were blood shot and dark.

"Jesus Christ," he murmured when he saw the two detectives.

"How's your 'come down'?" Elliot asked with a smirk.

"Shitty," he mumbled.

Olivia stepped over to him and stood for moment, her hands on her hips. "You don't deserve pity. Stand up. Now," she snapped.

He glared up at her but then did as he was told, stumbling over to the table and collapsing into the chair.

Olivia leaned over the table, leering into Gram's eyes. "Do you know where your wife and children have been?" she asked.

He nodded and dragged his hand over his face.

"So you know what Torrez has done to them," she spat curtly.

"I didn't have a choice!" he cried. "I made a mistake and I had to pay for it!" He shouted, collapsing down in his chair.

"You don't let someone kill, beat, and rape the people you love," Olivia said, biting each word.

"Kill?" Gram looked up.

"Yes, Torrez murdered your wife," Elliot chimed in harshly.

"Shit," he mumbled.

He didn't ask about his children.

"Listen, Gram, you need to answer the question I'm going to ask you," Elliot said getting on with the point, "Did you willingly give your children to Mr. Torrez?"

He looked up and shook his head sadly, "I did, but" –

Olivia didn't give him a chance to finish, "Then Gram Fort, you're under arrest for accessory to rape and murder in the second degree," she said cuffing him.

…

Olivia and Elliot had finished their interrogations in record time and were gathering up their things in the locker rooms before four o'clock even rolled around.

Olivia was pulling her bag out of her locker when suddenly it was slammed from the outside and she was being twisted around so that her back was knocked against the door.

Elliot towered over her, his body mere inches from hers and his hands resting above her.

"God Liv, you are so sexy when you collar a perp," he grinned leaning into her.

"Elliot," she warned, but didn't try and push away. She liked the feel of his body hot on hers.

"You have no idea how much you turn me on Benson…I've always wanted to jump you after interrogations, and now I finally can," he smirked, pressing his body firmly against hers and moving his lips so close she could feel his breath hot on her tongue.

"What makes you think you can Stabler?" she teased. But her body gave her away and she buckled her hips forward.

"That," he smirked pushing her roughly into the door so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

They kissed passionately, their lips crashing unevenly over each other's. It was fast, sensual and persistent.

God Elliot wanted her.

His body couldn't contain itself. He'd locked away his desire for her for twelve years and getting to touch her and kiss her was like releasing a hurricane.

"Elliot," she gasped in between kisses, "If we don't stop now, I won't be responsible for my actions."

Elliot pulled away and sighed, "You're right, not the right time or place," he paused and they just stared longingly at each other. They didn't want to stop but both were scared it was moving too fast.

"The kids are waiting for us…" she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Right," he grumbled.

…

They both walked awkwardly back into the squad room, glancing around for Cragen who was still entertaining the children at their desks, right where they had left him.

Cragen glanced up at his two detectives as they approached, noticing the flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He smirked but decided to bite his tongue.

The three children looked up from what they were doing, "Livia, you came back," Charlotte whispered happily.

Noah smiled, "I knew she would, Elliot too."

Natalie immediately gestured for Olivia to pick her up. Olivia obliged, content to have the girl back in her arms.

"How'd it go?" Cragen asked hopefully.

"Great. Cuffed em' both," Elliot said, crossing his arms over his chest in triumph.

"Thanks you two, I think I can handle the rest of the business – you take the kiddos home," he smiled.

"Thanks Cap, I hope they weren't too much trouble," Olivia winked.

"Little angels," Cragen assured.

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