TEASED

"Counselor," Olivia nodded to Alex as they stepped out of the interrogation room.

"Detective," She nodded back curtly as she turned on her heel and walked towards the exit.

Elliot watched as Alex walked away, and stared at his partner as she walked back to her desk and sat down, sticking her face in a file. There were many times that he had found himself called into an interrogation room to talk to Alex, and he'd be damned if he had ever come out of them looking like she looked now.

"So…" Elliot said, staring at Olivia over their desks. He leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms out over his head. Olivia kept her head down, ignoring him, as his eyes lit up with a twinkling hint of trouble. He watched her intently, smiling as her pen slowed and her eyes crept up to see if it his eyes really were boring into her. Without moving her head, she let her eyes look up and caught him staring at her. Letting her pen fall, she looked at him exasperated.

"What?" She asked, looking at him waiting for him to explain. They had way too much to do for him to be playing stupid games. She wanted him to get to work, so she could get home. The sooner she got off, the sooner she would get home, and the sooner she got home, the sooner she would see Alex again.

"How's it going?" He asked, with a grin on his face.

"Fine?" She asked more than answered, looking at him with a question in her eyes. "The jerk who filled out these forms left a lot blank. Oh, look, Elliot Stabler." She said, pointing to the signature at the bottom of the form. Putting her head back down, he laughed at her annoyance under his breath. She ignored him for a moment and then looked up at him again. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondered," he said. "You know?" He asked, leaning back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head.

"Know what?" She asked, watching him warily.

"Well, you know, Alex is back." He tried.

Olivia could feel her face getting hot, but she refused to play this game with him. "Yep."

"Yep." He said parroting her, looking down at his paperwork. He slapped his pencil against his desk in an uneven rhythm; something he knew drove her crazy. He smiled to himself as she looked up at him.

"Could you cut that out?" She asked, while he pretended to have no idea what she was talking about.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"The pencil." She said.

"Oh." He said, suddenly stopping, putting it down in front of him. "So…" He said again, baiting her.

She looked up cocking her eyebrow at him. "We've got a lot of work to do."

"I know," he said, "I just wondered how it was going?"

"How what was going?" She asked again, stalling him.

"Alex." He said.

"She's fine." Olivia answered, putting her head back into her paperwork.

"Oh." He said. He reached forward and started pulling files out of his stack and moving them around. When she didn't look up, he started throwing them around dramatically until she glared at him.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Organizing." He said with a smile.

"You're wasting time." She warned him.

"I was just wondering."

"Alex?" She asked.

"Yeah." He answered. "How's it going?"

"Fine." She said, "I already told you that."

"What were you guys doing in the interrogation room?"

Olivia looked up at him wide eyed. "Nothing. I mean, we were going over case file."

"Your shirt's buttoned wrong." He said with a smile.

She looked down with panic on her face, her fingers ready to rearrange the buttons immediately.

"Made you look," he said with a smile.

"We're just friends." She said, pulling up to her desk. She should have known that Alex wouldn't have let her walk out of the room looking like she'd been doing what they had been doing. They were friends, that was true, but the benefits were amazing. Neither of them had taken time to define what they were, exactly. Horny for each other wasn't a relationship status. She loved Alex, and was willing to commit for life at first sight, but Alex insisted, demanded they be friends first. That had lasted nearly a whole week before they had begun lying in each other's arms, making out like teenagers. After two weeks, both of them were ready to explode. Their deep make out session ended with Alex snaking a line of kisses down her body and between her thighs. The interrogation room had started innocently enough. Alex stopping by, just to say hello, but they were still in that phase where they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and well, hello turned into…

"So what were you doing?" He asked.

"I have to testify tomorrow." She said, quickly.

Elliot laughed, leaning back into his chair with a smile on his face. "Which case?"

"Uh," She said, trying desperately to think of one.

"That's what I thought." He said. "So how's it going for you guys?"

"Fine," She said, looking up at him annoyed.

"Let me rephrase the question." He said, "Is there a surface of your apartment you haven't been naked on yet?"

"We're just friends." She said with a smile she was trying hard to repress on her face, as she shook her head and looked down. Now she could truly feel her face turning red as a series of images flooded through her head. Alex in the shower. Alex on the kitchen table. Alex up against the refrigerator door.

"So that was a no?" He asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"It was a no comment." She said, keeping her eyes down.

"A no." He said, nodding his head. "Now we're getting somewhere."

"That was a we're not discussing this now."

"So we can discuss this later?" He asked.

"No, we're not discussing this ever." She told him, finally feeling brave enough to look him in the eye. His smile made her blush all over again, which only let his grin grow wider.

"Discussing what?" Munch asked, walking up to her desk.

"Nothing." Olivia said quickly, trying to end the conversation quickly.

"Alex." Elliot mouthed to him.

"Young love." Munch smiled, leaning against the opposite desk and chuckling under his breath.

"Good Lord." Olivia sighed. "Can you guys just cut it out?"

"What have you learned?" Munch said to Elliot, ignoring Olivia all together.

"They've been very busy."

"Busy?" Munch asked.

"There are no more surfaces of Olivia's apartment she hasn't been naked on."

"Graphic." Munch said with a shake of his head.

"Elliot." She warned. "That's not true." She said to Munch.

"She didn't deny it." He said to Munch.

"I didn't affirm it either." She said to Elliot.

"Well what about Alex?"

"What about her?" Olivia asked.

"Are there any surfaces of your apartment she hasn't been naked on?" Elliot asked.

Olivia could feel herself burning. "God Elliot, you are obsessed." She said, staring down at her paperwork.

"You know we all live through you." Munch said with a smile.

"You didn't answer the question." Elliot said, redirecting her attention.

"No comment." She said, keeping her head down.

"Your face says it all." Elliot told her with a grin.

"Look, Alex and I are trying to keep things casual. We just want to reconnect without everyone being involved. We're not rushing into anything. We're just friends." She said, looking at both of them.

"But you're definitely friends with perks?" Elliot asked.

"Did I say there would be a question and answer period after I spoke?" She asked him.

Elliot smiled at Munch. "They're together." He said.

"Oh yeah." Munch smiled. "Definitely."