Well, good news/bad news with this chapter. The bad news is that it's shorter than I'd have really liked. The good news is that we're getting closer to the smuttiness that so many are looking forward to.

BIG thanks to all my readers and reviewers!!!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. I don't own the sheriff, the racino, or the hotel. Pretty much I own nothing in this story other than the plot, the victims, and the suspects.

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"Stabler." Elliot answered his phone.

"Which would you like first detective, the bad news or the worst news?" Sheriff Howard asked.

"Either or." He sighed.

"The prints found at our crime scene were not a match to Martin Flanders. They're coming up as a no hit in the system."

"Fuck! Sorry Sheriff." Elliot apologized for his language.

"It's okay. I was really hoping this would be the break we're both looking for." Howard told him.

"Thanks for calling Sheriff. Liv and I will be in to your office in a little bit. We're going to stop out at the track first."

"Great. See you then!"

Olivia had gotten in the shower about five minutes ago. Elliot knew she would be out soon and he'd have to tell her. Before he did that he called the 1-6 to have them send the lists of employees at Miller Farms past and present as well as all guests to the farm.

"Munch."

"John, it's Elliot, I need more info for Miller Farms." Elliot let him know.

"Like what?"

"Payroll, attendance lists, anything and everything showing every person who set foot on that farm since the week leading up to the Charles murder."

"Where's Liv?" Munch asked.

"What?! In the shower. Just can you get me that info?"

"If you go make the move we're all dying for you to make." Munch laughed.

"Just send it. Goodbye John." Elliot said before ending the call.

He walked over and sat on the bed before turning on the TV. Suddenly all he could hear was the shower teasing him. He got up from the bed and walked up to the sofa and sat down. Even father away and closer to the TV all he could hear was the shower. Was he ever getting out of there? Finally he couldn't take it anymore. John's words were replaying over and over in his head.

Elliot got up from the sofa and walked to the bathroom door. Hesitating a bit he reached down and put his hand on the door knob. After a brief internal battle between right and wrong he quietly turned the knob. As he opened the door he heard the shower radio playing. Knowing that she wouldn't have her gun on her now he wasn't concerned with startling her. Quickly but silently he slid his pajama pants and boxer briefs off. He walked over, pulled back the curtain, and stepped in.

"El?!" Olivia replied, startled at first by the surprise guest in her shower.

"Yeah baby, it's me." He told her.

Elliot took a step forward to where Olivia was standing facing the flow of water and started kissing her shoulder blades. Instantly he could feel her relax and took that as a sign that it was okay to continue. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and urged her to turn around.

"Livvie, turn around baby." He whispered in her ear.

She slowly turned towards him and stared deep in his eyes. As soon as she caught his eyes she could see his want and need her for her. Finding it necessary to blink she lost contact with his eyes. He slowly started moving his eyes down her body, inch by glorious inch, taking all she had to offer in.

"El?" She half moaned and half questioned.

"I'm positive, you?"

He knew she was wondering if this was truly what he wanted. She didn't even have to ask, that's how well Elliot knew his partner.

"So much." She mumbled.

Olivia slipped one hand around Elliot's neck and pulled his lips to hers. Their first kiss was tentative, both of them not believing that this was actually happening. As they broke apart Elliot quickly pulled Olivia back into another kiss. This one more passionate and filled with longing. They continued lavishing each other with kisses until the water ran cold.

"Bed?" Olivia moaned.

"Baby, don't take this the wrong way, please, but right now things can't go any further." Elliot told her.

Olivia pulled back slightly, looking at him with an expression halfway between questioning and being hurt.

"Oh." She said dejectedly.

Elliot reached around her and turned off the shower, grabbed two towels, quickly threw one around his waist, then wrapped the other around Olivia and helped her out of the shower. The whole time he was being careful to not break contact with her lest she feel he didn't want her.

"Livvie, listen carefully to everything I have to say." He began as he led her over to the bed and pulled her into his lap. "There is not one single part of me that doesn't want you so damn bad right now. No part that hasn't for years now. I want to do this right though, I need to do this right. You deserve more than some heat of the moment romp in the sheets. When we make love, and trust me if I have any say we will, I want it to be so special for you. Do you understand now?" He asked before kissing her on her forehead.

"Yes." Olivia responded, sniffling slightly.

"Good. Now let's get you dried off and both of us dressed. We have a date with a crime scene."

Elliot got Olivia dried off and on her way picking out clothes before drying his own body fully and getting dressed. Just as the two were sharing another kiss Elliot's cell phone rang.

"Stabler."

"Check your email, I sent what information we have."

"Great, thanks John!"

"No problem. Hey, did you take my advice?" Munch asked.

"No comment." Elliot told him, tightening his grip around Olivia's waist.

"Which means you did." He chuckled. "Talk to you soon."

Before Elliot could respond, Munch had hung up.

"Ready to go?" Elliot asked.

"What'd John want?"

"He emailed me lists of everyone who set foot at Miller Farms in the past year. The prints at the crime scene didn't match Flanders and were a no hit." He explained.

"We still don't know he didn't murder Megan and Michelle though."

"You're right, but without this we're still pretty much at square one again though." Elliot said, slipping the room's key card in his pocket so they could leave.

"So print the list and let's go."

Elliot printed up the lists Munch had emailed him and took them as they left to get in his SUV. Since Elliot was driving Olivia took the papers from him and began reading.

"Troy Peters, Carl Masters, and David Parker." Olivia read off.

"Who are they?" Elliot asked as they drove along Route 17.

"The three of them were guests at Miller Farms around the time of both murders. They were there the day before each woman was either found murdered, or in Michelle's case would've left for upstate." She explained.

"I wonder if we can get a photo on all of them. Sheriff Howard should have access. Then we can start getting them shown around and hopefully ID'd here too."

Elliot pulled in the lot to Tioga Downs and took his phone off his belt to call the sheriff.

"Tioga County Sheriff's Office." A woman answered.

"Yes, Elliot Stabler for Sheriff Howard please." He told the woman.

"Ah yes, Detective Stabler, just one moment." She said, putting Elliot on hold.

While he waited for Sheriff Howard, Elliot and Olivia walked into the main building of the racino.

"Detective, what've you got?" The sheriff asked.

"We need you to get driver's license photos on a Troy Peters, Carl Masters, and David Parker and fax them over here ASAP."

"Give me twenty minutes tops and I'll have it done."

"Excellent! We'll be down in about an hour and a half, I'll explain more then." Elliot said.

Elliot ended the call and turned towards Olivia standing next to him.

"Twenty minutes tops." He told her.

Just then Olivia's stomach growled.

"Guess I need some food." She chuckled.

"Looks like they have a buffet, want to try that?" He pointed across the room.

"Sure, why not."

Unconsciously Elliot reached down and took Olivia's hand in his as they walked to the buffet. After they were seated and ordered drinks they both headed up to the buffet offerings to fill their plates. Once their plates were full they each walked back to their table.

"So, I was thinking…" Elliot began.

"That's scary." Olivia interrupted, chuckling.

"Very funny. Seriously though, since we seem to be here at least through the rest of the weekend I would like to take you out tonight." He continued.

"Another Subway run, Stabler?"

"No, like on a real date, to a real restaurant."

"I would love to." She said.

The two were almost finished with their plates from their first round at the buffet when a voice came over the PA system.

"Elliot Stabler to the front desk please." It announced.

"Flashbacks to high school getting called to the principal's office." He laughed as they both got up.

Elliot took the photos from the front desk clerk then proceeded to ask her if she'd seen any of them around lately. She said no so Elliot and Olivia decided to try their luck out at the stables.

With the weekend's races cancelled a few of the jockeys had opted to go home. There were some however who chose to stick around and take advantage of the use of the track. One of those was Patrick Zelinski.

"Detective Benson, this is my partner Detective Stabler, NYPD. I'm sure you've head about the death of Michelle Flanders Mr..?"

"Zelinski." He supplied.

"Mr. Zelinski. We're wondering if you happen to have seen any of these gentlemen around." She showed him all three pictures.

"Sure. I don't know them but they were wandering around one of the stables Thursday afternoon when I got here. I just assumed by the way they were dressed they were farm hands with one of the teams." Patrick Zelinski told them.

Olivia's phone began ringing so she excused herself to take the call.

"Benson."

"Liv, you and Elliot might want to get back here. We just got a call from a buddy of Lake's with Brooklyn SVU. He and his partner were called out to a rape/homicide at the home of Cassidy Langhorn."

"Cassidy Langhorn the bookkeeper at Miller Farms?" Olivia asked, even though she knew the answer.

"The very same one."

"I'll let the sheriff here know and with any luck we'll be headed back this afternoon."

"Great. You two hooked up yet? Alex keeps bugging me about it."

"No comment." Olivia chuckled, ending the call.

"Thank you for your help Mr. Zelinski. Call me if you remember anything more. Anything at all." Olivia told the man as she walked back over before handing him her card.

Olivia and Elliot began walking back towards Elliot's SUV.

"What was that about?" Elliot asked.

"Fin called, we've got a problem."

"What?"

"The bookkeeper for Miller Farms, Cassidy Langhorn, was found raped and murdered by Brooklyn SVU." She told him.

"You're right, let's get to Howard's office and get back downstate." Elliot said, starting up the truck.

"So much for dinner." Olivia sighed.

Elliot took his right hand and placed it on her left inner thigh rubbing gently.

"Trust me Livvie, I'm taking you out tonight. Whether it's here or in the city, you're getting your date." He told her before reaching over and kissing her.