Summary: Kathleen and Joe get caught early in their relationship at the precinct. (And some gratuitous EO smut, because why not?)

AN: I have a supplemental story titled Sibling Chats that I cannot post on FF due to formatting but it's on AO3. (If you message me, I will send you the link.) In the Chapter 7 of that story I reference Kathleen and Joe getting caught while at the SVU Precinct and I wanted to write that happening. So here it is.

The events of this chapter take place in the weeks before Chapter 7 of Caught (when EO get caught in the interrogation room).

The chapters in this story are meant to exist in the same universe, but really be stand-alone chapters with a corresponding text string in the Sibling Chats story (which I highly suggest you read). I hope between this story and the Sibling Chats story, the timeline is not too confusing.


Olivia joins the Stabler women on the patio of one of her favorite coffee shops after sending Elliot and Noah off to the movies. Admittedly, she's nervous about Elliot and Noah going by themselves, but she knows that they need time together, without her, to really bond. And if she wants to be truly invested in this new relationship, including letting Elliot into Noah's life, she needs to let it happen. Luckily, an afternoon of gossiping with Elliot's daughters would likely take her mind off everything.

The women spent the next hour talking about nothing and everything – Liz's new dog, how the twins are doing in school, Noah's dance, Eli's soccer – when Kathleen turns to Olivia, propping her chin on her hands, elbows on the table and asks, "Okay Liv, I need the details on that sexy detective that was at your office the other day. What's his story?"

Olivia blinks, taken aback by the quick switch in the conversation before a grin spreads across her face at the realization of what Kathleen is asking, "Do you mean Joe?" Being at least 20 years his senior, Olivia never really thought of Joe as sexy, but if that's what Kathleen thought, then good for her.

"Joe, that's his name?"

"I'm not sure about sexy," Olivia offers teasingly, "but he's the only young male detective I have in my office. So, I think you are talking about him."

"Yea, the tall, dark, and handsome one with the killer jaw law and slightly smoldering gaze."

Maureen and Liz laugh, but it's Liz that starts the teasing, "Smoldering gaze? Geeze Kathleen, what is this – a 1995 teen drama?"

"Back off," Kathleen snaps back at her younger sister, "he's cute. I'll call it what I want."

"When did you see Liv's detectives?" Maureen asks.

Sitting back and sipping iced coffee, Kathleen answers, "When I invited Liv for coffee. I was in the neighborhood, so I dropped by the precinct. It has changed a lot since we were kids and dad worked there."

Interrupting the girls before they could start their innocent bickering, Olivia answers Kathleen's question, "Well, Joe is new to the department, so I don't know that much about him, compared to my other detectives. He came to the States from Mexico when he was a child. And I think he had a tough time growing up, but he's a good man, smart and dedicated."

"And sexy," Kathleen adds with a nod, then asks, "Can I have his number?"

Much to Kathleen's chagrin, Olivia declines, telling her, "I can't give out my detective's numbers for non-work-related matters," she continues after seeing a slight frown on the younger woman's face, "But he's at the precinct daily. Maybe you might be in the neighborhood again soon?"

"That sounds like a plan," her small frown disappearing quickly. "Maybe I can bring you coffee next week?" Kathleen asks jovilly, giving Olivia a soft shoulder bump.

"Okay, now that Kathleen's love life is in the works, can we pleeeaaase talk about Richie's new girlfriend?" Liz pleads with the group.

"Liz, you barely know her. You need to give her a chance," Maureen starts to counsel.

"No, she's terrible, we need to split them up." Liz offers dramatically.

Olivia laughs and listens, picking at the cookie crumbs on the plate in front of her.

—-

After Olivia's coffee date with the girls and Elliot's movie date with Noah, the three of them had returned to Olivia's apartment to make dinner and play a board game. Sorry! was Noah's current favorite.

Once Noah had been sent off to bed, Olivia and Elliot spent half an hour or so on the couch, watching a movie. Well, they'd started a movie. But with a couple of glasses of wine in their system, they were happy and loose, and their relaxed touches and gentle pecks quickly worked their way to deeper kisses and touching that crossed the line into foreplay as clothing unbuttoned and zipped and hands slid under fabric with intent. Eventually Olivia wrenched her lips from Elliot's and whispered, "bedroom," in his ear.

He grinned and followed her, stripping her and then himself within seconds of the door closing behind them. She fell to the bed laughing, and he quieted her with his lips, laying his body down heavily over hers.

It didn't take much longer before he was inside her, slowly rocking their bodies together. Olivia wrapped tightly around him, arms squeezing his back and legs locked under his ass as he moved over her, his arms tucked under her shoulders.

"God you feel so fucking good," Elliot pants into her ear as his hips lazily rock into her's below.

They are so close together that their bellies are rubbing with his subtle thrusts and when he rocks into her is public bone brushes her clit. Usually it felt so good to have his weight pinning her down, pressing her into the mattress, but tonight Olivia craves more.

"El," she calls quietly, "harder."

She can't name a reason, but right now she wants reckless and intense; she wants him to pull back, onto his knees, push her legs open, up and drive into her over and over, or have him flip her over and hold her hips up as he takes what he wants. She wants to feel him so deep that it almost hurts, and she wants to be able to cry out when she comes without burying her face in a pillow or covering it with a hand.

"Can't…headboard…too loud," Elliot responds but she can hear the desperation in his voice, wanting to fuck her as fast and as hard as she'd like.

But he's right. Noah's next door and they'd learned the hard way that her walls are thinner than they'd initially thought. Elliot had resigned himself – not that it was a sacrifice really – to quiet lovemaking at her place, slower, softer, lazier, quieter, and saving their louder, more aggressive sex for his place or when Noah was at a friend's house.

She huffed in frustration.

He laughed and joked, "Sorry, this is so terrible for you," as he kissed her temple. "We can stop," and to demonstrate his point, he halts his movements.

Arching an eyebrow, she reached down and smacked his ass, then pinched it in retaliation for his taunting and then squeezed her legs, prompting his gentle rocking again, "'S not terrible, it's good, really good. I just want…"

"I know babe…me too…my place…next time," he offers as he kisses her forehead, then cheeks, then lips; but he knows as well as she does that his place comes with a teenage son, an aging but snarky and nosey mother, and often a collection of his adult children - all that have a much later bedtime and enjoy hanging around. So, although his walls are thicker, their privacy and time is just as lacking.

Knowing that she didn't want to wait for next time, Elliot gives into her frustrations and temps a harder thrust, trying to get deeper, despite the risk of banging the headboard against the wall.

"Oh! Yes!" she exclaims, still in a whisper. He does it again and is rewarded with more hushed noises of appreciation. But on the third deep thrust the headboard hits the wall with a loud "thump."

Grunting in frustration, Elliot pushes up, creating a sliver of space between their bodies as he looks around the room.

"Hold on," he tells her as a solution comes to him. He gives her a quick smooch as he pulls out and quickly gets off the bed.

"What?" Olivia is perplexed by his sudden movements, leaving her stranded and uncovered.

"Hand me those pillows," Elliot tells her as he points at the decorative pillows they'd shoved to the side earlier.

She looks at him curiously. But he has no time to explain. "Come on, the pillows," he urges.

She turns and snags the pillows on the far edge of the bed and hands them to him. Then she watches as he, still naked, his hard cock wagging in front of him, starts shoving the pillows between her headboard and the wall.

Apparently satisfied with his work, he returns to her a minute later. She's still laying on her back, with her knees bent, with her feet flat on the mattress. He kneels between her legs, running his hands up and down her smooth thighs.

"Okay," he huffs, then asks "Are you still good, do you need…," rather than finish his sentence, he points to the nightstand.

"I'm good," she answers. He believes her but reaches out to touch her anyway, wanting to feel for himself just how wet she is.

She rolls her eyes at him, even as she bites her lips as his fingers explore her wet and heated core, and push into her a couple of times.

"Satisfied," she asks when he lifts his hand to his lips, licking the taste of her off him, and she reaches for him.

"Mmhmm," Elliot hums around his fingers with an ornery grin and a nod, but he doesn't lay back over her. "I want to try something. Lay this leg out straight," he instructs as he pulls at one of her legs with his damp fingers. She complies, and he straddles that leg. Next he grabs her hip and tells her to "twist her hips a bit, to your side."

"Got it El," she chuckles a bit once she figures out what he wants, "but I don't know if I'm flexible enough," she laughs at him as she turns partially onto her side and lifts her top leg. He grabs it and helps her lift it up.

He chuckles and kisses the calf that is next to his head now, "Oh, you definitely are," he responds with a wink as he pulls her leg to rest against his stomach and chest and he scoots closer, letting his cock rubbing over her, sliding over her heated and slick flesh.

She looks back at the headboard, a corner of her pillow peeking over the top, "Do you really think that will work?"

He smirks at her, "Only one way to find out." He strokes himself and lines back up, and sinks in slowly, putting his hand on her hip to hold her steady.

"Ready?" She smiles at him. Despite it being her insistence and whining, her begging for their coupling to take place faster, harder, deeper, he asks if she's ready - he always asks.

"Yesssss," she answers, dragging the 's' on a low moan because before she could finish the word she felt him pull his hips back and snap them forward, hitting her deeper like she wanted.

He does it again and again, working to find the right rhythm, knowing when he finds it by her moan, tight and rough, and the way she sucks in air before her eyes roll and jaw drops. He looks up quickly and sees the pillow still stuck and mutters, "Works."

Olivia's too distracted by the feeling of him inside her, wide and stretching, thrusting hard and deep, too focused on finally getting the sex she craved tonight, to comprehend what he's saying.

Elliot loves this position, not only because it allows him to go deep, but he loves the view. He lets his eyes train on where they are joined. With her leg up, she is completely open to him and he can watch himself drive into her and reappear covered in her.

The feeling of her hot and wet around him, and the visual has his orgasm building at the base of his spine, hot and tingling. He turns his head and bites down on her calf muscle to keep his own groans from passing his lips too loudly, soothing the bite with his tongue. He slides his hand around her hip until his thumb reaches her clit.

Elliot rubs over it, hoping to elevate her pleasure, but Olivia begins to twist her body a little more and Elliot lets her, shifting her leg from one side of his chest and head to the other, allowing to settle fully on her side and her core to press into his thigh.

This new angle takes away the enticing visual of their coupling, but he looks down, muttering "Oh yea," at the sight of her rocking against his leg as he thrusts into her. Olivia's head is tossed back with her eyes closed. One of her hands grips his hip giving her leverage to subtly rock against his thigh and the other palms her own breast, her fingers kneading the soft flesh before pinching and rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

She turns her head into a pillow she's laying on to cover her mouth, but Elliot can still hear a few muffled "oh gods," and "yeses."

Smirking a bit, he needlessly asks "Good?"

Lifting her head slightly, Olivia grits out, "Yes…you feel…ah, so good," as her clit contacts his taut muscle, reveling in the feeling of the consistent flexing.

He forces his knee forward, granting her more access to his thigh and then focuses all of his energy on keeping his hips moving at the same tempo but moving more forcefully, driving as hard and deep as he can with each thrust. The visual of her body moving with each snap of his hips is also captivating.

"Fucking sexy, so goddamn sexy," Elliot mutters has he reaches up to her other breast, mimicking her motions. He can feel his orgasm rising again, the heat and pressure at the base of his spine, threatening to bubble over.

He almost whimpers in relief when he hears her mutter, "El, I'm close, don't stop…"

He doesn't respond, too close to the edge himself to speak. He just keeps his pace, squeezing her breast more firmly, plucking her nipple just a little harder. He feels it seconds before he sees it wash over her. Wide eyed, Elliot will never tire of watching her come. The way her skin flushes, her body tenses and quakes, the sounds she makes (even when muffled by a pillow). It all fills him with a sense of masculine pride knowing that it's him, finally, bringing her pleasure after all these years.

Once he sees her lift her head from the pillow to catch her breath, he drops her leg and lets it rest on her other, pulling his knees back slightly and he drapes his body over hers. Now he picks up his speed, slamming his hips into her faster than before, but just as hard, seeking his own release. His movements drive her up the bed, forcing her to stick out her hand to prevent her head from bumping against the headboard. The pillows are still holding up, though the mattress starts to squeak with the movement and the sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the room alongside their labored breathing.

"Liv…ung…fuck…ah," is all he can get out, muffled as well as he can in her neck, before he's erupting into her.

"They worked," Elliot laughs out in a satisfied and breathy huff when he lifts up a few moments later and falls on his back next to her.

Olivia joins in his laughter, offering an equally breathless "Yea, but the mattress started to make a noise," as she flips over and cuddles to his side. "I think I might need to invest in a white noise machine or something."

Elliot shrugs, "Might not be a bad idea."

A few minutes pass as they slowly come down from their high, letting their breathing and heart rates return to normal. Elliot's hand makes the path from Olivia's shoulder to her fingertips and back several times while Olivia teases the smattering of hair on Elliot's chest.

"Have you talked to Kathleen recently?" Olivia asks. She's happy that they get to do this again, share their days and discuss their families, just talk about anything and everything. It's a different type of intimacy, an emotional one. The only type they could share back when they were partners, before they were permitted to have such conversations tucked away in bed.

"Not for a week or so. She was busy with her new job, but doing well," he tells her, softly tickling the skin on the back of her arm.

"Does she talk about her, uh, social life with you?" Olivia doesn't know why, but she feels the need to tell Elliot that Kathleen is interested in, and might start dating, one of her detectives.

"Sometimes, but not always," Elliot answers and then, his curiosity piqued, he asks, "Why?"

Realizing that she might have shared too much, still not completely sure of the boundaries between Elliot and his children," she hedges "No reason."

"Liiiivvvvvv," Elliot draws out, "what do you know?"

"I don't know if I can say."

He huffs out an unsatisfied "hmph." He lets it rest for about ten seconds, which feels much longer to him, before he starts up again, "Come on, Liv, what is it?"

"Elliot, I can't. I want your kids to trust me, to feel like they can talk to me about things."

"Yea, okay," he concedes. Elliot loves the fact that his children have welcomed Olivia back into their lives, he doesn't want to disrupt those burgeoning relationships, "I get that."

Knowing that this was probably killing him, Olivia lifts her head and offers a compromise, "It's nothing bad, I promise. But let me ask her what I can share. If she says it's okay to tell you, then I will."

Nodding, he smiles and tells her "Okay, but I think she might be okay with it. We are a lot closer now than when she was younger."

"I know. And I'm happy for you and her…to have worked through everything. Kathleen really is an exceptional young woman…all of your kids are great, El."

His grin reaches his eyes, showing the happy lines that have etched themselves into his face over the last decade, revealing that he's had joy and laughter in his life. "And so is Noah, Liv. You are an amazing mother."

He can feel her smile as she tucks back into his chest.

––

Two weeks later

Elliot and Olivia return to the SVU precinct after a late lunch. Looking around the squad room she notices most people are at their desks but her youngest detective is nowhere to be found.

Olivia tells Elliot to head on into her office before she turns to her Sergeant, "Fin, where's Velasco?"

Fin, who usually had an impressive poker face, struggled to keep a straight face, even though his eyes flitting between the hall with the interrogation rooms, Olivia's office, and Olivia herself, his lips were turned up in an ornery grin. "He's uh, in one of the interrogation rooms."

Knowing that they hadn't had that big of a break in their latest case in the last hour or she would have been notified, Olivia asks, "Who's he interrogating? Did you bring in a suspect without telling me? Are you letting him do an interrogation alone?"

Fin's grin has turned to a full-on Cheshire Cat smile, "I don't think he's doing an interrogation. At least not one by any approved techniques."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Uh," Fin's eyes look back to the office and then back down the hall, "Kathleen Stabler stopped by to bring him lunch, they stepped back there a few minutes ago."

Olivia's head whips back to her office, checking on Elliot and she can see him pacing. She knows he's impatient, and nosey, and he won't wait in there for long without stepping back out to see what is taking her so long.

"Shit! okay. Um…" Olivia trails off thinking. Kathleen never came by the precinct after they had coffee a couple weeks ago, so Olivia assumed she must have decided against seeking out the young, sexy detective. But she realizes that somehow Kathleen got Velasco's number. "Okay, you go get them out of that room and I'll keep Elliot distracted."

Fin chuckles, "Distracted, is that what we are calling it nowadays?"

"Just go!"

Putting his hands up in mock surrender, Fin gets up from his desk and heads down the hall, "Okay, okay."

Olivia takes a minute to school her features before she walks into her office. Elliot is still standing, but has stopped pacing and is leaning against her desk with his arms crossed, watching the squad room.

Fin heads down the hall, but it's not until he looks through the small window in the last door in the hallway, when he finally sees Kathleen and Joe.

They don't hear the door open because it's at that moment he sees Joe's hand start to move upward from Kathleen's hip over her stomach on a clear trajectory and their heads tilt, taking their kiss a little deeper.

"I don't think you want to do that here," Fin's voice booms loudly, the pair jumps apart as if electrified. Kathleen covers her face, but her ears turn red.

"Sarg–" Joe starts, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed, but is immediately interrupted by Fin, who puts his hand up to stop him and looks back down the hall.

"Detective Velasco, you and Cap. will discuss this later. Go to your desk, now," he directs the detective, gesturing with his thumb out the door.

He gives Kathleen a quick apologetic look before ducking his head and leaving the room.

"Liv-" Kathleen tries but she too is interrupted.

"Not now Kathleen. Your dad is here."

"Shit!"

"I know. I'm gonna head back out there and make sure he's still in Liv's office. You wait for my signal."

"K," is all Kathleen can offer in her disbelief.

But Fin is already out of the room.

—-

"Hey, is everything okay with your new detective? He looks like a scolded puppy," Elliot asks, abruptly switching their conversation from making plans for that evening and pointing through the blinds of her office.

Not meeting his eyes, Olivia waves off the question and offers a non-committal, "Yea, he's fine. He just doesn't need to take his personal breaks in the interrogation rooms. I had Fin go flush him out."

"You run a tight ship around here, Liv." Elliot smirks.

"Eh, I'm not that bad. I just want him to get into any bad habits early, you know?" Olivia tells him, not really lying, seeking privacy with your girlfriend (who also happens to be the daughter of your Captain's significant other) in an interrogation room at work is a bad habit.

Elliot lets his gaze move from the window to Olivia who is standing in front of him, "I do. And I wasn't criticizing you. You are an amazing Captain; much better than I could have ever been."

Olivia smiles at him and then turns her head, looking back out into the squad room almost dreamily. Sometimes she still can't believe it, that she is actually the Captain of SVU, the place that has been her home for over 20 years.

Her reminiscence is cut short, however, when she sees movement in her periphery, and she realizes it's Fin giving a quick look around and then waving down the hall.

Quickly Olivia turns her head, grabs Elliot's cheeks and kisses him, hard. Elliot groans in shock but instantly wraps his arms around her back, pulling her towards him and tries to take it deeper by touching his tongue to her lips, begging for entry. She parts her lips to let him in, but she pulls back to preventing herself from falling too far into the kiss at work. She just needed to distract him for a minute, not get caught by her own squad making out in her office.

She whispers, "Thank you, El," still holding his cheek and angling his head towards her, hoping to keep his attention on her for a few more seconds.

Slowly he lifts his eyes and a smile spreads across his face, as he squeezes her to him, "Not that I'm ever going to complain about a kiss from you, but I thought you said no kissing at the…Is that Kathleen?"

"No," Olivia nearly shouts and pulls Elliot's face back down to her and tries to spin them around, but he fights her second kiss, yanking his head back from her hands and looking back out the window.

Kathleen's back is to them and she is hightailing it out of the precinct, barely taking half a second to spare a quick glance at Joe whose head is still down, eyes trained on his desk.

"That's Kathleen! What is she doing here? Is she in trouble?" Elliot asks, looking back down at Olivia, as moments from Kathleen's troubled youth flash before his eyes.

Olivia shakes her head and tries to reassure him, "No El, nothing like that."

"Then what is it like, Olivia? Why is my daughter at your precinct?"

"Uh, I don't know if I can …"

Clearly frustrated at the lack of information, Elliot drops his hands from her and starts to walk around her, "If you can't tell me, then you better get out of my way, so I can go ask her."

"No, no, El calm down," Olivia says as she steps in his way and pushes back on his chest, "It's nothing major."

"Then you can tell me," he demands.

"Fine, fine," Olivia resigns, thinking that Kathleen really had no one to blame but herself at this point, "I think Kathleen is dating Joe."

"Who's Joe?"

"Joe Velasco, my new detective," she clarifies and points to Joe through the window.

"The one that looks like a scolded puppy?

"That's the one."

Elliot points back and forth towards the hallway and Joe at his desk, "So she and Joe were back in one of the interrogation rooms?"

"I think so. Fin said she brought him lunch."

Elliot thinks on this for a moment, the silence a but unnerving, then he bursts out laughing. Olivia cocks her head and her eyebrows furrow. Not exactly the reaction I expected. "El, you alright?"

He answers between chuckles, "Yea…yea…It's just funny…"

"What's funny?"

"You…Fin...them," he waves his hands around.

Seeing Olivia's still confused face, Elliot tries to explain, "Kathleen running out of here like a caught teen; Joe looking like he's about to be grounded; you kissing me in your office to keep Kathleen's secret…it's funny."

Olivia scoffs, "If you say so."

Still smiling, Elliot grabs Olivia by the hips and pulls her closer, "Liv, Kathleen is over 30. She can date who she wants. And we've worked with Velasco, he's a good guy. All of this was unnecessary."

"Okay, okay, I get it. We didn't need to try to sneak her out of here, you've evolved," she says as she leans into him slightly, thankful for the turn of events.

"Damn right I have. But I did appreciate your distraction efforts," he says with a wiggle of an eyebrow, his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass. "Do you have anything else you need to sneak past me? I promise I won't mind?"

"Alright, that's enough," Olivia says, shaking her head at his question and tries to step back from him.

He pulls her back in, whispering "Oh no, I think I see Kathleen again. Quick, you better kiss me," as he dips his head to press his lips to hers for a quick smooch. He keeps it short and sweet, not trying to press his own luck, but he does give her cheek a small pinch before he lifts his hands to her biceps and slowly pushes her back.

"Alright, I have to get back to work before Bell writes me up," he tells her as he walks to the door. "Dinner, my place tonight, right?" He asks with a wink.

"Right," Olivia confirms, "see you later, El."