Of all things that could be happening right now, it began to rain the minute the detectives stepped onto the street. They were naked and had no way to get home (or really, to anywhere with clothing). Elliot turned to Olivia, making no effort to cover himself—after what they had just done, modesty was a joke.
"So I'm thinking our first order of business should be to take care of uhh…this." Elliot reasoned, gesturing to Olivia's slim and completely naked form.
"Yeah. Probably." Olivia put her hands on her hips and laughed at the sheer absurdity of their situation. "But first, where the hell are we?" They had been transferred to this mysterious sex house in the middle of the night, in a dark car with guns to their heads…so location wasn't top priority, at the time. Elliot ran along the wall of the alley and stuck his head around the corner.
"38th street…and Marco's bodega…? Liv, we're a block from my apartment!"
"We're in Queens? How the hell'd we get down here?" Five weeks undercover had turned into a blur of clubs and weird sex parties and had gotten them disoriented, Olivia guessed.
"Let's work on figuring that one out later. It's gotta be like two in the morning, and its pouring rain, do you think we can make a run for it?"
Without another word, Olivia snuck down the alley and ran across the street. Clad only in heels, she began to sprint down the sidewalk yelling for Elliot to follow her.
The detectives thought they were home free, with Elliot's apartment in sight and the rain slowing to a typical city mist. However, turning the last corner they spotted one of their own—a cop car sitting on the street, some night patrol guy sitting inside with a cup of coffee. He spotted them in his rearview as Elliot ran too zealously out of the shadows. As he opened up his door and began to step out, Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other.
"Run." Olivia whispered, a smile cracking across her face. There was no way this guy would believe they were undercover, and the last thing they needed was a citation for public indecency.
Elliot unlocked the door to his apartment, laughing and soaking wet. He strode inside and threw Olivia a towel that was hung over the bathroom door. Now that the detectives were inside, there was a general feeling that the situation at hand needed to be addressed—mainly, that they had just had sex and that someone had blown their cover.
Elliot chose to ignore this fact for the time being, and began searching through his bedroom dresser. He threw some boxers and a button up shirt at Olivia, and got dressed himself.
"Really, Elliot? Boxers? That's the best you've got to give me?" She put on the clothes and went into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
"Shuddup." Elliot yelled from the bedroom, pulling on a pair of pants. Hearing her slightly sarcastic voice say his name nearly made him jump out of his skin in desire. The last time she had said that, it was accompanied by a moan and climax.
He sat down on the couch and put his face in his hands. "So…"
Olivia joined him on the couch and stared at him, eyebrows raised. "Sooo…"
"Do you think we've got enough to bust the trafficking ring?"
"I dunno, we'll have to see what Cragen thinks and what Novak will let us get away with…"
"Yeah…what Cragen thinks…listen, umm…" Elliot said, trying to approach the subject.
"We had sex." Olivia changed position on the couch, leaning in so she could see Elliot's face, still buried in his hands. "…and it was goood." Olivia said with her typical eyebrow raise.
Elliot sat up at that statement. "But Cragen and the job and the undercover thing and…"
"To them, it never happened."
"And to us?"
"Well…" Olivia leaned in to kiss him, Elliot's shirt hanging off her shoulders. He couldn't believe she was doing this, being this proactive and provocative, believing that the captain would never find out about it. But it was two in the morning and they had been undercover for weeks…
Olivia climbed on top of Elliot and began kissing him furiously. This time she was going to be on top, and he was going to have to deal with it. Olivia was a woman divided—part of her was still in work mode, and wondered what would happen if anyone find out.
The other Olivia was filled with passion and reasoned that no one could find out, and they were just two people having sex in the middle of the night.
With this hesitation, Elliot took over. He took off his pants that he had futilely put on two minutes ago and hooked his arms around Olivia's waist, drawing her closer. He pulled his boxers off her body and grabbed her bare ass, thrusting himself into her strong but willing body. He could hardly believe they were doing this again when his cell phone that had been sitting silent on the charger for a month rang.