Title: Minor Key Symphony

Pairing: Olivia/Elliot

Warnings: Sex, but nothing too graphic.

Word Count: 979

Rating: PG-13, maybe R

Spoilers: Fault still.

Disclaimer: Olivia and Elliot are Dick Wolf's. Minor Key Symphony is Cauterize's. I know the song has nothing to do with the story, but the title still works. The ideas are mine.

Author's Note: Hahaha I love Munch and Fin

Minor Key Symphony

Elliot half stood, half kneeled on the side of the cot, Olivia tugging on his wrist.

"Please?"

He lay back down, spooning with her. He couldn't tell which he was more uncomfortable with; holding her, or talking to her about what had happened. He should probably do the latter but, honestly, the former was a hell of a lot nicer. He closed his eyes and breathed in, loving how close they were. Her fingers twined with his, stroking them gently. Elliot sighed, moving closer to her.

"Did you mean what you said?" Olivia asked quietly, still holding his hand. "Any of it?"

Elliot shifted, wishing for the silence. "No. I don't think so. I don't remember most of it." It was true, at least partly. All he really remembered was the hurt, shocked on her face, and how badly he had felt afterward. But, of course, he was too proud to apologize, so he had left, making it worse.

She rolled over so she was facing him. Her deep brown eyes bore into his light blue ones, looking for and finding the truth. "You don't actually want a new partner, do you?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"No," Elliot replied, more confidently this time. "No one else would be able to put up with me," he added with a smile.

Olivia smiled back. "Probably not."

At some point she had let go of his hand, and he reached up, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.

"Why do we fight so much?" she asked quietly.

"I don't know," he said. "Because I know I can yell at you all I need to, and you'll still be there." ­Elliot continued to caress her cheek, memorizing how soft, how smooth it was. "You don't run away when things get tough. You follow me around, badgering me until I tell you what's wrong. It's annoying as hell, but it's probably good for something. You're the only person I can actually talk to. I could never talk to Kathy the way I talk to you." He moved his hand down to her neck, tracing the graceful curves. Olivia hummed quietly without realizing it. "Kathy and I were never this close." He didn't realize the implications of saying that until after it was already out, and by then it was too late.

Olivia opened her eyes slowly, feeling drugged. "How did it take us so long to get here?"

"I don't know," he repeated. His hand was shaking slightly as he brought it back to her cheek. "You're beautiful," he whispered before leaning in and kissing her, brushing his lips against hers.

Oh god, he's good at this, Olivia thought before kissing him back, resting a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He deepened the kiss, wanting to go further, not knowing if he could. He didn't want to fuck this up, couldn't bear the thought of it. But he needed her, now more than ever. And he really didn't want to wait.

She moved her hand down to his lower back, tugging gently. He broke away, moving down to her neck, sucking and biting gently. She gasped, digging her fingers into his back.

"Elliot, please."

And so he did.

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Cragen came out of his office, running a hand over his head. Munch instantly starting walking over to him, Fin following close behind. He was holding a piece of paper, and didn't look happy about it.

"Captain, I–"

"Not now," Cragen interrupted. "If it's not life or death, it can wait until after I've slept." He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had slept. Yesterday? The day before? Too long ago.

"I suppose it can – don't go in there," Munch said quickly, stepping in front of the door. "You really don't want to go inside."

"John, what're you talking about?" Cragen asked, annoyed. "I'm tired as hell. I need to sleep."

"Then go home," Fin said, standing next to Munch, blocking the door. "You don't want to sleep on one of those old cots, do you? Your bed has to be more comfortable than those."

Cragen eyed the two detectives carefully. "I have to be working again in two hours. It'd take me that long to get home and back. I'm really pretty sure I want to stay here."

"The donut place down the block is still open," Munch suggested. "Get some coffee."

Cragen continued to study the men standing in front of him. "I'm going to go get the squad some donuts for a job well done. I'm going to be back in five minutes; whatever's going on in there better have stopped by the time I get back." He turned, and left.

Munch and Fin exchanged a look.

"That was way too close," Fin said. "Somebody better tell them to get moving."

Munch slammed his fist against the door. "Hurry up in there!" he shouted. "Cragen's starting to ask questions about the loud squeaks resonating throughout the precinct!"

Fin tried to hide his smile as the door flew open and Olivia Elliot emerged, looking slightly worse for wear. Her hair was mussed, and a corner of his shirt was untucked. She quickly pulled her hair back, and elbowed him, looking pointedly at his shirt.

"I'm going to go home and sleep," Olivia said, eyes darting around the room. "See you in the morning."

"Yeah, me, too," Elliot added, following his partner.

"You make such a cute couple," Munch called after them. "Next time you do it in the break room, do us all a favor and lock the door."

Fin couldn't help it; he started cracking up.

Munch raised an eyebrow. "It's about time. Did you really think they'd never get it on?"

"I did; I just didn't think it would be so goddamned funny."

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