Unknown Day

Her eyes focused on the wall in front of her. Rather, on the banner that hung on the wall in front of her.

"Welcome Home, Maggie"

Well, if that wasn't just fucking great. The son of a bitch had gone and abducted the wrong fucking person. If there was a god, he was having a good, hearty laugh over that.

Olivia let her head drop back against the wall, wincing when she hit concrete. All she'd wanted was a fucking shower. She was so tired that a bath had initially appealed to her, except that would mean soaking in the water and she really wanted his fluids off her, out of her, as far away from her as she could get them. So the bath had been ruled out on the subway. She just wanted to be clean, to feel clean, and some part of her also wanted the comfort of curling up beneath her thick blanket and crying. The emotions that had overwhelmed her needed to go somewhere.

And instead of her shower and a good cry, she was staring at Maggie's shiny silver banner with each bubble letter a different shiny color.

Of all the fucking bad luck in the world. Of all the cases of mistaken identity ever recorded, Olivia was pretty damn certain hers took the fucking cake.

And if she lost her job because she was found with Elliot's semen caked between her legs, she was going to sue the shit out of somebody.

Although it would certainly serve him right to get hauled in for questioning in her abduction and rape when they found his fluids mixed in with Maggie's friend's.

Olivia lifted her head and glared at the banner, hating Maggie with renewed energy.

Day Three, cont'd

She heard Elliot's chair scraping along the floor as he stood to follow her. She heard Casey's voice, inquiring if she'd missed something. She heard Fin's voice, asking someone she couldn't see if he needed assistance.

Two steps down the hall and she decided the crib wasn't going to help. The gym, however, would allow her to pound out her anger on something. Changing direction, she tried to talk herself down, tried to reason that just because Elliot was willing to screw everything else with legs didn't mean that she was unattractive.

But she couldn't help it. It was a slap in the face.

And so was the kiss, when she thought about it, because it was clear that he was moving on to her, having nailed everyone else in the city.

"Liv?" Fin's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"What?"

"There's a guy downstairs, wants to talk to the lady cop who worked on Natalie's case."

She turned on her heel, but didn't move forward. "Natalie's make-believe rape? Tell him to fuck off."

Fin held her eyes for a moment, waiting to see if she would give in. When he realized she wasn't going to, he nodded. "Ok, I'll have him talk to Elliot."

Just the mention of his name set her blood boiling again and she surged forward, past Fin. "Fuck him. I'll take care of it."

Returning to her desk, she found Derek sitting beside it, looking around nervously. She wasn't in the mood, especially when she saw that Casey and Elliot were both gone, probably off to the roof to have a little break-up sex. "What do you need, Derek?" She could barely listen to Derek's response because the moment she'd thought of Elliot fucking Casey somewhere nearby, she wanted to find them. She wanted to bust in on them and show Casey the door. She wanted Elliot for herself.

Shaking her head against the unexpected thought and hating herself for wanting someone who was being such a dick, she smiled at Derek. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Natalie's father thinks I'm a rapist." The young man looked down, twisting his hands in his lap. "He's so overprotective, he won't let Natalie do anything without his permission. She said he wouldn't even let her talk to you guys."

Olivia noticed the dirt under Derek's fingernails, his unkempt hair curling around his ears. She couldn't help contrasting it with Elliot's perpetually clean, well groomed state. And she couldn't really blame Natalie's father for disliking the boy either. "Are you here to report a crime?"

"No, but I was wondering if you might be able to talk to Natalie's father." Derek looked up from his filthy hands, staring at Olivia with a small smile.

She was distracted by Elliot returning to his desk. She saw the surprise on his face that she was already back. She saw the way he threw himself in is seat. She saw the way he slammed his desk drawer. She almost snickered at the idea that his little tryst with Casey had ended unhappily. She grinned at the thought that maybe his little blue pill hadn't kicked in yet.

She turned back to Derek, obviously annoyed. "Why would I need to talk to him?"

Derek shrugged, shoving his hands in the pocket of his pants that were belted somewhere south of his waist. "Cause I'm not a rapist and he doesn't believe me."

Standing up, she shook her head. "I'm afraid that's something you're going to have to deal with on your own. We're not relationship counselors." She turned to walk away, not quite ready to sit across from Elliot yet.

"But this is all your fault!" His hand caught her arm, stopping her in her track. "You have to talk to him!"

She spun around, yanking her arm out of Derek's grasp. "Get the hell off me!" She saw Elliot, as well as Lake and Fin, on their feet. Elliot's hand was on his holster.

Derek didn't seem to notice the attention he was receiving. He stepped forward, crowding into Olivia's space. "You made him think I'm a rapist. You have to tell him I'm not."

"Natalie made up the whole thing. That's something you're going to have to work out with her." She didn't move, didn't give an inch, staring Derek down until he backed up.

Finally, he moved toward the door, his face screwed up in a snarl. "You ruined my life, you bitch!"

Seeing Lake and Fin sit back down, Olivia looked at Elliot who was staring after Derek with his hand still waiting to pull his gun. Shaking her head, she laughed. "What are you going to do? Save me?" She could see Cragen watching them and she smiled at Elliot, knowing he wouldn't dare pull something so soon. "Go to hell." She turned and headed for the crib again, no longer wanting the outlet of a punching bag. She was tired. She was having a hell of a week with assholes and she wanted some sleep.

The minute Cragen turned away, however, Elliot was hot on her heels, chasing her up the stairs. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

She didn't bother looking at him as she turned into the crib. "Go find Casey. I'm not interested."

"I'm not having an argument with Casey at the moment."

She looked at him, at the glint of amusement in his eyes behind the anger and it pissed her off. "Oh, so, I guess you can't get it up unless you're fighting with her?" She turned away.

Copying Derek's move, he grabbed her arm. "What fucking difference does it make to you?"

"Because I have to work with her." It was a lame excuse and she knew it. She hoped he wouldn't call her on it. And she really hoped he wouldn't notice the gooseflesh that popped up on her skin at his touch.

"It doesn't have a damn thing to do with work." His face didn't even look angry anymore. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, apparently at her expense.

She jerked her arm away. "Yes, it does. I want to know how many people I have to face every day who think I've been fucking you all this time."

He laughed right in her face. "No one thinks that. Trust me, no one thinks you're getting any at all."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Her concerns didn't really have to do with work, but considering the way he was burning through coworkers, it was perfectly rational for her to assume everyone would think he'd started with her.

He shrugged, sliding his hands into his pockets and feigning nonchalance. "You're only a bitch like this when you're in a dry spell."

"Fuck you!" Yelling at him didn't give her any enjoyment, so she tried another approach. A very, un-Olivia sort of thing. She slapped him right across the face. The look of shock and the red mark of her hand on his face did make her feel a little better.

He leaned in, crowding her like he always did when he was mad. "Fuck you!"

She'd gotten him riled up and she prided herself on being able to manipulate him as easily as they both knew he could manipulate her. "So was it every female we work with or did you bother to draw a line at gender?" She let her eyes drift down to the expensive jeans he'd taken to wearing when he'd worked with Dani. "Giving metro a spin?"

He backed off, perhaps realizing he wasn't gaining anything by trying to intimidate her. "Why do you care so fucking much who I'm with?" His eyes sparkled, somehow expecting that she might fall into his arms at his suggestion she was jealous.

She was jealous and she hated it. So she pretended she wasn't and shrugged. "El, I honestly don't care where you stick it."

"The hell you don't."

"I couldn't care less." She pulled the blanket back on one of the bunks as though she was going to climb in whether he was still talking or not.

"I don't think that's true." He was trying to crowd her again, leaning over her, brushing her body with his.

She turned back and refused to allow herself to be affected by his proximity. Rather, she tried to fake that she wasn't affected by his proximity. "I don't care what you think."

He stepped even closer, caging her against the bunks, one hand on her waist, the other on the side of the top bunk. "I think you do care." He paused, waiting for her to meet his eyes. "I think it pisses you off because I didn't stick it in you."

Her hands found his shoulders before she even consciously realized what he'd said and she shoved him away. "Don't flatter yourself." She glared at the hand that remained on the top bunk. "And don't touch me. Fuck whoever you want, watch me care."

He stared at her for a long time, holding her eyes. Finally, he took a step back and shrugged. "You know, Olivia, I just got rid of my wife. I don't want another one."

She raised her hand to slap him again, burning with the inference that she was trying to be the controlling, possessive woman he'd admitted Kathy to be in the final days of their doomed marriage.

He grabbed her wrist in mid air, holding her still. "Don't do that again."

Trying and failing to twist free, she pulled until his fingers dug painfully into her skin. "Get off me!"

He grinned, leaning in closer. "Don't you mean get me off?"

Her other hand came up, intent on smacking him.

But he grabbed that one too, using her arms to turn her and press her against the wall. His whole body fell into hers, slamming her hard, his arms pinning hers next to her head while his chest and hips pushed into her. His face moved forward, his lips brushing her chin and neck while his body rocked slightly against hers.

She let out a sigh, not quite believing he was touching her like that. The fight was forgotten that quickly and she stopped trying to resist his hold. She let her head fall to the side, encouraging the way he nuzzled her throat. As soon as he realized she wasn't fighting, he released her arms, his hands sliding down over her body. One of his hands snaked around her back while the other grabbed the back of her thigh, guiding her leg up. She wrapped it around him willingly, pressing her hips against his growing erection.

His arms closed around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Her other leg swung up, her ankles locking around him. His whole body was hard as he thrust into her, slamming her into the wall as his hips found the right angle to force a moan from her mouth. His face pulled back from her neck, his dilated pupils fixing on hers.

"Say it, Liv. Say you want me."

The idea that he was still trying to fight irritated her. She wasn't about to give in and she rocked her hips, feeling his dick respond to her body. He wanted her too. He wanted her every fucking bit as much as she wanted him. It was a draw. She half smiled, half glared. "Fuck you."

His eyes clouded over as his hips thrust again, grinding his lower body into hers so hard she started to think he was going to fuck her through two layers of clothing.

But then just as suddenly as it had all started, he pulled back, leaving her stumbling to right herself. He shrugged at her, as though his desire for her wasn't straining against the fabric of his pants. "I'm not that interested."

He stepped toward the door, ignoring Olivia's irate glare. She wasn't about to let him get the last word, not when he was the one who'd started it. "I should have known you were gay."

The only answer she got was the door slamming behind him.