A/N: This chapter is rather pointless, but a good bonding moment between the two. The next chapter will have more of a plot! Everything goes to its rightful owners.

Beeeep. Beeeep. Beeeeep.

Olivia groaned and rolled over, her eyes still closed, and blindly reached over to her bedside table trying to find the correct button that would shut the obnoxious clock up. She sighed with relief when her hand finally came in contact with the correct one. Peaking through cracked eyes at the clock it read Six-Forty Five. She didn't even work today and she was getting up before the sun was even up. She and Calvin had to add the final coat of paint to his room today. Elliot had helped out and gone over a few days earlier with Calvin to cover the bright pink up with a white before Olivia and Calvin added the dark blue.

Olivia listened before getting up for any movement in the living room. Normally her alarm woke him up, but he seemed to have slept through it today. She decided to get up and shower before waking him.

Thirty minutes later, Olivia walked into the living room and smiled. Calvin was sprawled out on the couch with his mouth hanging open. She walked over and gently shook his shoulder.

He rolled over and whined, "Five more minutes, mom."

"No," She told him firmly, shaking him more. "You need to get up now."

He sighed and rolled over, blinking at her sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Seven-Thirty. We need to leave at Eight-Forty."

"Okay…"

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After stopping for a quick breakfast at McDonald's, Olivia and Calvin made their way up to the new apartment.

"I'm really glad it's only on the third floor," Calvin huffed, while climbing the stairs.

"At least you'll get some exercise in everyday, you couch potato." Olivia told him with a grin.

"I don't need exercise," He told her as they walked into the apartment after Olivia unlocked the door.

"Can you grab the paint stuff out of the cabinets while I open the paint jars?"

"Sure."

After Calvin returned with the brushes and paint buckets, Olivia poured some of the dark blue paint Calvin had picked out into the two buckets. Calvin then handed Olivia a brush and grabbed himself one.

"So how was school last week?" Olivia asked when they started painting. She had worked rather late last night and by the time she picked Calvin up from the Stabler's, he was exhausted.

"It was fine," He responded shrugging. "I like science. Math, not so much, all the other subjects are okay."

"That's good. I liked science as a kid, too. But I also liked math."

He made a disgusted face at her. "I bet it's a lot harder now though. Elliot couldn't even help me with my homework. He had to get Dickie to help me. Dickie's really good at math though," He added.

"Show it to me when we get back and I'll see if I know how to do any of it."

"I really don't think you-." Calvin froze. When he said 'you' he had subconsciously pointed at Olivia with his paint brush. In the process of doing this, his freshly dipped paintbrush had splattered Olivia's face with blue paint.

"Oh," Calvin said trying not to laugh. "Sorry!"

Olivia wiped it off of her mouth and dipped her brush into the paint. "It's okay, Calvin." She flung paint back at him. It splattered across his neck. "Now we're even."

He looked down, shocked. He narrowed his eyes and moved to dip his paint brush back into the paint, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Calvin," Olivia started, backing up.

"Olivia."

"Don't do it."

"Do what?" He asked innocently.

"You know what."

"You mean this?" He jumped forward and ran his brush down Olivia's arm before darting to the other end of the room.

"Calvin Benson," Olivia mock yelled.

She put her brush behind her back and walked towards him. Calvin didn't notice.

He grinned at her. "You're starting to look like a smurf."

"Ha ha. Very funny."

"Well it is," He insisted.

"Not as funny as this." Olivia pulled out her brush and smeared it across his face.

Calvin made to run towards the paint again, but Olivia grabbed his arms before he got too far.

She put his arms behind his back, still holding them.

"Olivia, that's not fair to use your cop moves," He told her whining.

She confiscated his paint brush and kicked it across the room.

He bent his head back and looked up at her with his blue smeared face. "Are you going to take me to jail now?" He teased.

Olivia kept quiet for a minute, thinking. "Or I could do this…" She ran her fingers along Calvin's side.

He tried to jerk away, laughing. "Olivia, tickling while being held is against the rules!"

"What rules? There are no rules." She tickled him more until he was in the fetal position on the ground.

"Uncle!" He yelled out, breathing heavily.

"No more painting anything but the wall, got it?" She released him.

"Got it," He told her, nodding.

Olivia walked over to where she had kicked his brush. She handed it back to him. They spent the next few hours finishing the room.

When they were done, they stepped back to admire their work.

"Not bad for amateurs," Olivia commented.

Calvin snorted, "You may be an amateur, but I'm an artist."

"Whatever you say, Picasso."

"I like the sound of that. What now?"

"Now… we go back and pack yet more stuff. Then we can start moving stuff in tomorrow."

"We're going to get Elliot to help, right? You and I can't possibly do it all."

"If Elliot doesn't mind, we'll definitely get him to help," She agreed.