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Voight collapsed onto the bed next to Olivia gasping for breath, his bare chest rising and falling hard, Olivia beside him in the same state of the breathlessness that accompanied a powerful orgasm.

"That… Was… Amazing…" Olivia gasped as she turned back over on her back. She glanced over at him and ran a hand through her hair. "You… Were… Amazing."

Voight gave her a tired smirk. "Same to you, Benson…" She grinned at him for a moment before she leaned back on the bed with her hands behind her head. Olivia closed her eyes for a moment, struggling to keep in mind that it was almost ten and she had to get home to relieve Lucy and knew if she fell asleep she would be here until morning when she felt two arms around her waist.

"What are you doing?" asked Olivia as Voight pulled her against his very well built solid chest. She turned in his arms to look at him with a raised brow. "We don't do this."

The Chicago Sergeant shrugged and nuzzled his face in her soft brown hair. "We could start," he muttered with his tell tale deep raspy voice, running a hand up and down her arm.

"Or we could have some fun these next few days and you could go back to Chicago and not mess up out friendship."

Voight rested himself up on his elbow and took his arms from around her. "So you don't want something more than fucking a few times a week when one of us is in town?"

Olivia groaned loudly as she sat up in bed. "Why did I have to choose the two men in the world that have issues with relationship-less sex?"

"That's a stereotype."

"Voight," sighed Olivia. "I don't want a relationship right now. I have WAY too much on my plate. I'm running a squad, I have Noah's caseworker breathing down my back, I have my boss looking over my shoulder… Now isn't a good time for a relationship much less a long distance relationship."

"In a few months?" he asked as he moved a stray piece of hair from her face. "When the adoptions finalized, you got your feet wet about running your squad, when the brass isn't making your life hell?"

Olivia looked at him for a moment, his brown eyes that were far softer then he had ever worn around her, or anyone for that matter. Softer then what she thought Voight was even capable of… After a long second she finally answered. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Voight pursed his thin lip for a moment before he gave her that kind gentle crooked smile she could have counted on one hand the times she had seen it. "I can deal with maybe. Although I'll have you know I'm very persuasive…"

She grinned as she climbed on top of him to straddle him. "As fun as getting persuaded by you for a third time tonight," she leaned down and kissed him. "I gotta get home to relieve the nanny and put my favorite boy to bed. I'm surprised Lucy hasn't called to check up on me."

As Olivia climbed off him Voight looked over and put on a fake pout for her. "I thought I was your favorite boy."

The NYPD sergeant laughed as she pulled on her clothes that had been tossed around the room earlier. "I could meet the most amazing perfect man on the face of the earth and Noah would still be my most favorite person in the entire world. Sorry, but he takes first place."

Voight grinned as he sat up in bed, knowing exactly what the Sergeant was talking about, thinking of none other than his own son and grandson living in Fort Gordon, Georgia and the doe eyed Intelligence Detective in Chicago. Those three would always come first, no matter who else he met.

Although, he would have been lying if he said Olivia wasn't in the running for second…

"So… lemme meet him," suggested Voight with a shrug. "Your second favorite guy should meet your first."

Olivia hesitated for the slightest moment before she pulled on her boots. "I don't know, Voight... you don't think that's kind of a big step?"

"You met my daughter."

"That was for work, I didn't have a choice."

"Still met her."

She sighed as she pulled on her jacket. "Voight, please don't do this. Why can't we leave things as they are?"

"Benson, all I'm asking is to give you a ride home and to come inside for a coffee," he argued. "If the kids awake I'll hold him a bit, hand him off to you and that'll be the end of it."

"Voight-."

"Did Not Boyfriend meet him?" he cut her off. Olivia gave him a silent glare which Voight correctly interpreted as a 'yes'. "So if he can meet Noah, why not me?"

Olivia thought for a long moment. It was true that Tucker had met Noah multiple times, had even watched him while Olivia had to run out for something quick and it was just the two of them in the apartment. But that was responsible, moral, doesn't put a toe out of line Tucker. This was Voight, who would use Chinese water torture to find out who stole the last cookie from the cookie jar. She didn't want that kind of violence around Noah.

And yet… hadn't he been soft and gentle around her? Couldn't she melt when he gave her what she called his 'puppy dog look' that made her swoon, he was even a grandfather for Chrisakes and lit up whenever he talked about Justin, Erin, or Hank Jr.… Plus it's not like one meeting would mean she's marrying the guy, he just wanted to be more involved in her life and Noah was the absolute best and biggest part of Olivia's life right now.

So, it was with more confidence then hesitation, although not by much, that Olivia told him he could give her a ride and stay for coffee and if Noah was still awake, he could meet him and twenty minutes later Voights rental car pulled into a spot next to Olivia's building.

"Just one cup of coffee," she reminded him as Olivia and Voight got out of the car.

"Just one cup of coffee," Voight agreed as the duo made their way into her building. They took the elevator up to her floor and walked down the hallway. Olivia unlocked and opened the door and was met by a crying whimpering Noah and Lucy trying fruitlessly trying to sooth him.

"Lucy is everything alright?" the Sergeant asked as she and Voight hung their coats up on the rack.

The young nanny came out from the nursery holding a crabby crying Noah dressed in micro fleece SpongeBob pajamas with a runny nose. The second he spotted Liv, Noah reached out his hands and cried harder. "He's been a little cranky all night, he wouldn't take his inhaler for anything, he threw his cheerios, he spilt his chocolate milk," Lucy explained calmly, shifting him from one arm to the other. "Not even his Elmo movie could cheer him up. I think he might be catching pneumonia again."

Olivia took him in her arms, gently rubbing his back. "Hi, My love," she cooed softly. "Did you have a bad day?" She listened closely as he answered with another loud cry. He didn't sound raspy and if he had pneumonia again the cries would have been interrupted by hacking coughs that ripped Olivia's heart in two.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" she asked, putting her ear to his chest trying to listen to any crackling in his lungs the way the doctors taught her. "Why are you in a bad mood?"

Another loud cry.

"Lemme see him?" Voight asked holding out his arms.

Lucy looked oddly at the large man who was requesting to hold her charge. "I'm sorry, Liv, who is this?"

"Lucy this is Hank Voight, he's a Sergeant from Chicago. Voight, this is Lucy Newman, she's Noah's nanny."

"How you doin'?" he asked as he stuck out his hand and shook hers.

"Good," the nanny told him with a slight smirk towards Olivia. "So… how do you two know each other?"

Olivia, knowing the intent behind Lucy's not so subtle tone raised her brow. "He's here on a case. He's having a cup of coffee and going back to his hotel."

"We'll see," he said with a smirk that Olivia looked less then amused at. He held out his hands again. "I think I might know the problem."

Olivia eyed him uncertainty and held her baby tighter. "I do have some experience with kids," he reminded her. She swallowed hard and nodded as he handed the most precious thing in her life to him and he cradled him FAR gentler then Olivia had ever imagined was possible from the hard Intelligence Sergeant.

"Hey, Noah," he cooed, making his usually gruff scratchy voice as soft as Olivia had ever heard it before. "Why you crying, huh?"

"He has lung issues," Olivia explained, not taking her eyes off of them for half a second. "He might be sick. We should take him to the hospital for a checkup just to be safe."

Luc nodded in agreement but Voight ignored her words. He looked down at him for a second. "How old is he?"

"Fifteen months," Olivia answered, struggling not to lose patience. "But he hardly ever cries like this unless he's sick, I really think he needs the hospital…"

Pursing his lips slightly for a second, Voight cradled him in his left arm, took his finger and gently it against his gums. Noah began crying harder when Voight made contact with his sore swollen gums, feeling the tiniest nub of a tooth starting to sprout up. "There's the problem," he explained with a smile as he looked up at Olivia and Lucy. "Even babies with lung issues can have run of the mill teething pain."

Olivia let out a sigh of relief while Lucy looked embarrassed for not catching it herself. "You sure that's what it is?"

Voight nodded, "you can feel the tip of the tooth start to poke through. You got any brandy?"

"Corner cabinet, top shelf." He helped himself to the large brown bottle and took off the cap. Olivia eyed him curiously as he poured a small glass of the brown liquor and dipped his finger in, shaking off the excess so that it was barely wet. "Voight… what are you doing with the brandy?"

"You rub it on the kid's gums; it'll soothe some of the pain."

"Absolutely NOT!" Olivia barked, letting him know full and well this argument was over before it even started. "You're not getting my baby drunk. I have teething cream in the diaper bag, we can use that."

Voight just chuckled as Olivia went over to the diaper bag and got out a white tube of teething cream. She took Noah from hank and gently rubbed some of the cream on his gums as well as handed him a teething ring that he promptly began gnawing on like his life depended on it.

Olivia smiled down at the now quiet toddler before she looked up at a smug looking Voight. "Thank you. I'm sorry I just get so nervous about him sometimes I forget he can have normal things wrong with him too."

"Don't worry about it," said Voight with her favorite crocked smile. "Camille used to run Justin to the hospital with sirens every time he cried longer than three minutes."

"And you?"

He smirked at her. "I was in the driver's seat with the sirens on."

As Olivia laughed, Lucy looked between them, a grin on her face. She cleared her throat making both Sergeants look at her. "Well, you two seem to have everything under control." She looked at Olivia and smirked. "I'll just leave you two alone."

"He is here on a case," Olivia reminded her, again.

"Sure. Have fun you two," she replied with a wink towards her employer. Olivia just rolled her eyes as she watched the young girl grab her coat, kiss Noah goodbye, and walked out.

"Amazing with children, horrible with subtlety," Olivia told him with a shake of her head as she walked over to her coffee maker. "You like it weak, medium, or strong?"

"Just gimme a spoon and the grounds," he told her as he sat down at her kitchen island. Olivia grimaced as she made her coffee far stronger than usual and sat down beside him. She grabbed a tissue from the kitchen island and wiped Noah's snotty nose and kissed the top of his head as he rested his head on her shoulder. Voight looked down at the baby in Olivia's arms "So this is Noah huh?" He lightly grabbed the toddlers hand and grinned when Noah wrapped a hand around his finger. "He's adorable."

Olivia smiled at the compliment. "Sorry you had to meet him on a bad day; he's usually a lot more sociable then this. Hey." Her voice softened into what she had dubbed her motherly tone. "You wanna say hi to mommy's friend?" She tried to shift Noah to look at Voight but the baby let out another cranky whine and snuggled closer to his foster mother, still chewing on the teething ring.

She offered an apology but Voight waved it off. "It's fine. Hell my boy's twenty eight and he's less crabby than Noah is. When is the adoption gonna get finalized?"

"In May if everything goes right," she told him, leaving out the part where there was a giant hurdle in the way that went by the name of Johnny Drake. She kissed the top of Noah's head, "and we can't wait can we?" she asked her son in a high voice.

"You're a really good mother, Benson. The courts would be crazy not to let you keep him."

"Thank you. That means a lot."

The two sergeants smiled at one another for a moment before her phone interrupted them. "Benson," she answered, handing Noah to Voight as she got up from her chair and headed towards the coffee maker.

Just as she started to pour the hot liquid into two of the cups, she stopped dead, putting back the pot into the maker with a trembling hand. "When?" she asked, her voice full of terror that put Voight on high alert as he looked at her. She took a shaking breath and nodded. "I'll be there soon. Does Tucker know?" A pause. "Alright I'll be there soon."

She hung up the phone and all but raced over towards her coat rack. "What's going on?" asked Voight on high alert as he stood up from his chair.

"I need you to watch Noah," answered Olivia with shaking words.

"No problem but what the hell's going on? Something to do with the case?" Olivia nodded. "What is it?"

Olivia took a deep breath and turned to face him, barely able to get the words out. "That IAB agent from the original cases? The one whose wife died? His mother was just found murdered in her home…"

There ya go, readers. Some nice fluffy Benoight fluff. Oh and Tuckers mom is dead Please Review :-)