Summary: Fin and Rollins have to call Olivia into the precinct on her day off. What do they hear on the other side of the phone line?

AN: I just can't seem to quit this story. It's my favorite trope, but the situations are getting harder and harder to find.

Like the rest of the chapters, this one can technically be read alone, but it follows in time and in the same universe as the previous chapters, so you should definitely read those. It even references some of the earlier ones.

I don't know Rollins that well as a character and struggled thinking of the right approach for her. I apologize if it's too OOC.

No beta, mistakes are all mine.

And, if you haven't, check out the corresponding story titled "Sibling Chats" on AO3, which is a fic full of text strings about the events in this story.


"Shit, shit, shit!" Fin curses under his breath with increasing volume when he realizes he's going to have to call in his Captain. They'd caught a new case. It's not anything they can't handle, but it involves the school of their Chief's daughter. McGrath just waltzed into the squad room, barking out orders to the entire department. And when he realized that the Captain was out, he pointed a finger at Fin and snarled, "Call Captain Benson right now! I want her on this!"

Fin shakes his head when McGrath leaves to take a call. Rollins gives Fin a confused look, but he waves it off. "It's nothing serious. Liv's just worked the last three Saturdays, and I know she was looking forward to having today off."

"I'll call her for you," Rollins offers with a tap on Fin's desk. "That way you're not the bearer of bad news."

But a couple minutes later, she's back, looking down at her phone which shows two calls unanswered by Captain Benson. "She's not answering for me. You might have to try. Sorry."

Fin dials her number from his cell phone first, and after no answer, he reaches for his desk phone, knowing it will show up on her caller ID as the precinct.

But no answer.

Rollins looks over at the door to the squad room, seeing McGrath heading back their way. "Captain Benson on her way?"

"Working on it, Sir. She's probably at the park with her boy. She'll be in as soon as she checks her phone."

McGrath doesn't respond and just stomps away from them, obviously dissatisfied with that answer.

Waiting until after McGrath is out of earshot, Fin dials Olivia's cell once more. But again, no answer. He turns to Rollins, "Give it a few minutes. If she doesn't return our call, I'll try again."


Olivia's on her back, one hand pinching a nipple between her fingers, the other holding the back of Elliot's head that's planted firmly between her legs when she hears her phone ring for the third time. She can picture it, lying face up on the kitchen counter, and faces of her squad - Amanda, Fin, McGrath (ew, ugh) - flashing across the screen.

She knows that it has to be her squad, they probably need her for something, but today is her Saturday off. The first one she's had all month. And all she wants is this: some alone time with Elliot to reconnect. But the sound of her phone and the realization that her team was calling her was ruining the moment.

She tosses her head side to side to shake the thoughts from her brain and flops her arms back on the bed with a small bounce. "Ugh!"

Elliot pulls back at her frustrated grunt, his chin wet with her, "Just ignore it," he tells her between gentle nibbles to her thighs, "It's your day off."

"But." She moves to sit up. He grips her thigh and pushes down on her belly with his other hand.

"No," he shakes his head, "Whatever it is, Fin can handle it. You can call them back when we are done," he instructs her. "Now, where was I?"

She wants to fight him. Well, she really doesn't want to fight him, but she knows she should. But the second his tongue returns to her heated flesh, she agrees that Fin can handle whatever it is for another half hour.

Elliot returns to her, licking her broadly, groaning into her. He'd already worked her up once, almost to orgasm, only for her phone to start buzzing against the counter. She's not completely turned off, but he knows that she's distracted now and going to need more to get back to the right frame of mind.

He looks down at her body, thinking that his words might help pull her back in, "Your pussy is amazing, you know that?"

She bites her lip to hold back a chuckle, cocks her head as she peers down at him, and repeats, "My pussy is amazing? That's what you're going with?"

"Mmm hmmm," he nods, complete undisturbed by her skeptical tone.

She huffs as she falls back on the bed, bringing her hand back to his head, "Not your best work, El," she teases as she tries to direct his mouth back to her throbbing center. She knows what he's doing. He likes dirty talk, and she's fairly partial to it, so talking to her is a good way to get them back on track. But she knows he's got more, better than that in him and that her challenging tone will draw it out.

He lets her push him back to her, but argues, "Amazing is absolutely the right word. But maybe you'd like a different word for you? Your cunt is perfect," he tries, and she moans, "pink, swollen, wet, oh so sexy," he mumbles each word against her with swirls of his tongue, "Mmmmm, and it's always so tight," he draws out, sliding a single finger into her.

"Oh god."

"That's it," he mutters as he brings his tongue to her clit, flicking and circling. He lifts his head, so he can watch as he pulls his hand back and pushes back in with two fingers, "amazing," he whispers. "Your cunt is all I can think about most days. How much I want to see it, touch it, kiss it, fuck it," he says as he returns to her clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking, muttering "amazing, amazing, amazing."

Knowing that it's probably only a matter of time until her phone starts ringing again, he moves against her with a purpose. Winding her up as fast as he can without sacrificing her pleasure, his fingers curl and hook into her, seeking her g-spot. His tongue, firm and broad, his lips pulling eagerly.

"Yes, yes, yes," she repeats, her other hand returns to her breast, palming before pinching and tugging at her nipple.

Soon he's rewarded; her walls start contracting on his fingers, soft whimpers pouring from her lips, her hand holding him to her tighter, and the subtle roll of her hips, searching for any additional friction she can find.

He hears her phone again, but this time she doesn't hear it. Or if she does, she doesn't give it any attention, hellbent on enjoying the moment. Seconds later, she comes, panting breaths, trembling legs, and hips canting against his hand and lips.

Grinning, Elliot pulls back to his knees and wipes at his wet face with his hands. But before he can crawl over her body, she sits up and reaches for his legs, still clad in his jeans. His shirt and shoes were lost somewhere between her couch and her bed, but he'd shoved her down on the bed and began kissing each of her body in reach before they'd had a chance to address his pants.

She matches his grin when she sees the thick outline of him bulging against his zipper. She grabs him through his pants, squeezing and rubbing, before she works open the button and fly of his jeans.

"Just so you know, El, your dick is also amazing," she tells him, only for them both to chuckle at the corny line as Elliot stands next to the bed and shoves his pants and briefs to the ground, kicking them off.


McGrath has moved to Olivia's office and sat on her couch, waiting impatiently. Fin knows that McGrath doesn't have a right to be angry, but that doesn't stop him from being so anyway. Olivia's worked the last three weekends and is regularly here past 6:30 p.m. during the week. She deserves to set her phone to the side and just enjoy some time without any concerns of the precinct. And, she's not necessary right at this second. Sure, she was the Captain and despite her title, she was very hands-on in every case. But her squad was capable of running smoothly while she enjoyed her time.

But after he hears another huff from McGrath filter into the squad room, Rollins looks at him anxiously.

"Let me try another number," Fin says quietly and dials. The phone rings and then the line connects.

"Hello," Fin says but gets no response. "Hey man, you there?"

He still doesn't hear a response. At first. Then, he hears what is unmistakably Stabler's voice, raspy and low, "Oh yea…that's it baby…suck me."


Elliot's standing next to the bed, Olivia sitting on the mattress in front of him, her mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. His hands are tangled in her hair, guiding the movements of her head. No more corny dialogue could be found as Elliot grunts at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth surrounding him.

She pulls him from her mouth and lets her hand take over, with strong strokes down his shaft, as she dips lower and gently sucks one of his balls in her mouth, then the other.

Elliot's phone, which he'd pulled from his back pocket just moments before his jeans hit the ground, is resting face up on the nightstand and lights up with "Sgt. O. T. (Fin)" across the screen. Groaning, he thanks god he had the sense of mind to silence the ringer. Frustrated at the possible interruption, he swipes at his phone with his left hand, trying to hang up on Fin without Olivia realizing that her Sergeant is calling. But, distracted by Olivia's tongue, he unknowingly answers the call before he flips the phone face down on the nightstand.

Elliot brings his hand back down to the side of her face and guides her mouth to his cock, pressing his tip against her lips. Olivia opens her mouth and he pushes forward.

"Oh yea…that's it baby…suck me," he growls.

She meets his eyes, looking up through her thick and long lashes and he can't help but thrust his hips, causing Olivia to gag softly.

They'd been together long enough, done this enough times, that Olivia had grown conformable with the mild pull of Elliot's hands on her head, tug of her hair, or even the easy thrust of his hips that allows his cock to invade deeper into her mouth and throat. He knows her boundaries when it comes to this and he never crosses them, usually still willing to relax and let her control the act completely. But today, he wants to keep her mind on the task and not allow her mind to wander back to her phone, so he takes the lead.


Fin's eyes snap open and he drops his phone to the desk with a clatter.

Rollins jumps to her feet, "What?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Fin tries to recover from his initial shock and grab the phone, but she beats him to it. "No, don't–"

It's too late. Rollins has the phone up to her ear and her jaw drops. She hears, clear as day in a low husky voice, "Goddamn, Liv…you are so sexy like this…with my cock in your mouth." Followed by a soft and feminine, but garbled moan and husky grunts.

"Hang up! Hang up!" Fin urges.

Rollins shakes her head and takes a couple steps back, listening intently, her eyes growing wider with the realization. She pulls the phone back to confirm her suspicions, seeing "Det. (Dumbass) Stabler" across the screen of Fin's phone, before she puts it back to her ear.

"Shit, shit…enough, baby you gotta stop."


Pleasure starting to settle in at the base of his spine, threatening to spring forward, Elliot pulls his hips back and tugs, not too gently, on Olivia's hair, lifting her head off his cock. "Shit, shit…enough, baby you gotta stop."

Olivia grins, wipes at the corner of her mouth, and crawls backwards onto the bed. Elliot follows quickly, pinning one of her wrists over her head, his other grabbing at her throat so he can crush his lips to hers, sweeping his tongue deeply through her mouth without reservation, then suckling kisses down her jaw.

Pulling back, he pants, "You ready for me?"

Olivia nods and he drops his hips to her, grinding his erection against her, feeling her hot and slick against his heated skin.

"Fuck…you are ready. So wet," Elliot rasps, as he grabs his cock to line up and pushes in.


"Fuck…" is all Rollins hears because Fin, finally having gathered his wits, stood and pulled his phone from Rollins' hands and hangs up the call.

Her mouth gaps open and closed several times before she covers it with her hands, eyes still wide.

"Don't," Fin puts up a single finger, and moves his head back and forth slowly, "Don't say anything."

"You! You knew," Rollins accuses in a rough whisper, pointing a finger at Fin.

He looks back to Olivia's office, seeing that McGrath is still looking at his phone, he answers quietly, "Yes. I've known for a bit. It's not really a secret, but they haven't disclosed it to the brass yet." Fin eyes flick back and forth between Rollins and McGrath, who is visible in Olivia's office.

"You knew, and you didn't tell me. How did I not know this?"

Now on the defensive, Fin responds, "I have no clue how come you didn't know. But really, I already know too much," he winces at the memory of Elliot's face through the interrogation window and the recent texts with his kids and Bell.

"What do you know?"

"I don't want to relive it. And we don't have time," he nods again to Olivia's office.

"Fine, but I'm not dropping this," Rollins warns before returning to her desk.

Twenty minutes later Rollins' phone rings.

"Shit! It's Liv," she whispers to Fin.

He looks at her confused by her sudden anxiety. "What are you doing? Answer it!"

"I can't! She'll know. She'll know I heard her and Stabler–"

"Shh!" Fin interrupts. "No, she won't, just answer it and get her here before we all lose our jobs."

Taking a quick, but deep breath, Rollins presses the answer button on her screen.

"Hey Liv," she answers in a shaky breath, "I'm so sorry…. I know it's your day off…I didn't want to call you, but McGrath is here….He's demanding that you come in…. Yea…Okay…I'll let him know."

Fin looks at her expectantly when she ends the call.

"She said she was at lunch with Noah and her phone was off."

"What a liar," he laughs.

"She's gonna call McGrath and tell him that she will be in as soon as she can."

"I wonder how many 'lunches with Noah,' she's had lately?" Fin asks with air quotes.


Olivia's standing in her kitchen finishing her conversation with Rollins. As soon as she could stand without her legs giving out, she grabbed her robe and rushed out of her bedroom to check her missed calls. Stressed rolled in as Rollins told her that McGrath was camped out in her office, waiting for her to come in.

Elliot walks up behind her, kissing her shoulder, "Who was it?"

"Rollins and Fin called earlier. I called Rollins back. I have to go in. Apparently, McGrath's been in my office for the last half hour."

"Then what's another 30 minutes?" Elliot asks as he trails his hands up her side, to her front, playing with the tie of her robe.

She slaps his hands down but turns to face him. "I told her I was at lunch with Noah and would be in as soon as I got someone to watch him."

"So, you're saying we have time?" He asks, reaching down and squeezing her ass and pulling her against him.

"El!" She shrieks, "I can't use my kid as an excuse to have sex. Fin and Rollins are dealing with McGrath right now."

He hums against her neck, still holding her against him, "They can handle it."

"You are insatiable."

"Mmm hmmm," he hummed as he held her body to his. Elliot always wanted her, but today was the first time they'd made love in over two weeks. Both of them having been swamped with work and family events. Even the night's they've managed to spend together they barely had the energy for a good-night kiss. And now that'd they'd made time to be together, he wasn't going to give it up easily.

"Well, keep it in your pants," she jokes as she tries to wiggle of his grip. "I have to go in."

"But I'm not wearing any pants," he counters, a wicked grin crawling across his face before he kisses her.

She finally pulls away from him, hands on his chest. "I'm going shower because I smell like sex. Go get dressed."

"Aye Aye Captain," he says as he gives her a little salute, looking absolutely ridiculous as he's naked in her kitchen.

About five minutes later Olivia's in the shower when she hears the door squeak open. "No El. I meant what I said. I have to go in."

"No, it's not that. Um," he trails off.

Olivia, hearing the anxiousness in his voice, peeks her head through the curtain. "What?"

Elliot leaned against her sink, his butt, now dressed in loose athletic shorts, resting on the edge as he's looking at his phone, "Uh, looks like Fin called me earlier."

"Did he leave a voicemail? What did he say?" She asks, concerned that maybe Fin left important information about a case in the voicemail.

"No, he didn't leave a voicemail."

Utterly confused, she asks, "Then what is it?"

He answers, still with his eyes on his phone and an expression of comprehension dawning on his face, "My phone says that the call lasted over two minutes."

"What do you mean?"

"Look," he holds his phone up to her, and she squints to read the screen, "Fin called, and we were connected for at least two minutes this afternoon. About 20 minutes ago"

"You mean, when we…" she makes a semi-crude gesture with her hands.

"Yes."

She gulps, thinking for a moment, trying to recall if she heard Elliot's phone ring at any point, and then she starts rambling, anxiety filling her chest, "There is no way…He didn't…I mean, we'd know if your phone was on speaker, right?"

"I think so."

"He couldn't have heard anything…"

"Nah, I doubt he did. But even so, Fin already knows, so…"

"Maybe it was a pocket dial?" She asks hopefully.

"Yea," Elliot offers in false assurance. They both know full well that if that was the case, Elliot would just have a voicemail of muffled noises, not a two-minute connected phone call. He had to have answered it.


It takes another 45 minutes before Olivia finally makes it to the precinct. Fin watches her with a broad, smug grin on his face. Olivia knows that he must know what she was doing this afternoon. But Rollins, for some reason, has an unusual fascination with the pens on her desk and refuses to meet Olivia's eyes. And Olivia and she swears that Rollins is blushing. But she knows that she has to deal with her Chief before she can get to the bottom of their odd behavior, so she pushes their demeanors to the back of her mind as she walks into her office.

After promising her full attention to this case, to make it her top priority, and that she'd keep him updated every step of the way, McGrath is satisfied enough to leave the 1-6.

Once the door closes behind him, Olivia turns to her Sergeant and Detective, "You two, my office now."

Fin and Rollins join her in her office and sit on the couch McGrath had just vacated.

Neither speak, but Fin's smile has only grown and he's leaning back with his hands crossed over his chest triumphantly. Rollins still won't meet Olivia's eyes and her cheeks are still bright red.

Finally, Olivia dares to ask, "Okay, what's up with you two?"

"Cap, I'm just wondering how many dinners I can get out of Stabler now."

Her suspicions were confirmed. Fin's call did connect, and he heard them. Olivia coughs and tries to keep her own cheeks from flushing. But that still didn't explain Rollin's ongoing enchantment by the floor.

"And you?" Olivia prompts her detective.

"Nothing, nothing is up," Rollins answers, lifting her head but obviously staring at a point on the wall behind her Captain.

"Fin clue me in."

Clapping his hands together and sitting up straight, "Well you see. After several missed calls by our Captain," Olivia's flush grows deeper as she recalls exactly why she missed those calls, "I thought maybe I'd try to call Stabler to see what you were up to; if maybe he could get you to look at your phone or tell us what you were doing. But when he answered the call without ever answering the call, and we could tell that he was otherwise occupied – that you both were otherwise occupied."

Olivia's eyes narrowed at Fin. "We?"

He chuckles, "In my complete shock and horror at overhearing what I was overhearing, I dropped my phone and Rollins picked it up."

Olivia looks back at Rollins, eyes wide. Rollins gives her an apologetic smile and shrugs, "Sorry Liv."

Olivia rubs her hands over her face. She knows that her and Elliot should have disclosed their relationship weeks ago. And it wasn't like they were hiding it, hell, both Bell and Fin knew, and she'd kissed him in her office just a couple weeks ago in an attempt to sneak Kathleen past Elliot. They just were so wrapped up in their little world that they hadn't gone over to submit the required forms.

"Do I want to know what you heard?"

"No!" Rollins answers too quickly, before she tries to cover up her eager response, "No, I mean, nothing. I heard nothing. There was nothing to hear."

Olivia eyes her doubtfully but is completely willing to believe her lies so she doesn't have to answer any questions. She and Rollins have grown closer over the years, become friends, and even engaged in what the boys would call girl talk. But there was just something about knowing that she actually overheard her and Elliot having sex, just a couple hours ago, that was more embarrassing than having a conversation about their relationships and sex lives over drinks.

"Oh, I heard enough for another date with Phoebe."

"Good luck with that Fin, Elliot's still pissed about you conspiring with his kids. And to be honest, I'm not so happy about that either. Plus, this time you didn't catch us where…" she trails off realizing that Rollins probably doesn't know that whole story.

"Where? Where you weren't supposed to be?" Fin completes her sentence questioningly, with his eyes flitting towards the window to the interrogation room, where he'd caught an eyeful several weeks prior.

Rollins follows Fin's eyes and lets out a gasp when realizes what he's hinting at.

Olivia ignores her detective's epiphany and points a finger at Fin, warning, "And if you want your week-long vacation next month, you'll keep your mouth shut."

"Alright, alright," Fin tosses his hands up and walks to the door, "I know when I'm beat." Then casually, as he's nearly out the door, he calls back over his shoulder with a smug laugh, "But I'm surprised you let Stabler call you 'baby.'"