14. Stake Out Make Out

Sorry for the title. I couldn't help myself lol.

Elliot opened the door to the unmarked car, and handed her one of the two coffees in his hand. They were going on twelve hours into this stake out, and neither of them were as young as they once were. Olivia took a sip of her coffee, then leaned her head against the cold glass of the passenger side window.

"You gonna make it?" he asked.

She shot him a glare, "If you're here I'm here."

He smiled at her stubborn determination. "Can you believe we used to do this all the time?" He took a sip of his coffee, and shook his head in disbelief.

"Pretty sure we ran on caffeine and sheer will power." She smiled at the memories of them camped out in a squad car for hours. "It's going to take me a week to recover from this," she laughed.

"Don't I know it," he agreed while stretching his arms and rolling out the tension in his aching neck.

They sat in comfortable silence, drinking their coffee and watching out the windows. After a few minutes Elliot broke the silence by saying, "I want to know about your life, you know, while I was gone."

That was a can of worms she wasn't sure he wanted to open. She tried to think of a relatively benign topic when he asked, "Tell me about Noah's adoption." She smiled. Talking about Noah came naturally.

"I found him in a dresser drawer during a human trafficking case." She began.

Elliot's eyes widened. He probably thought Noah's adoption was a normal private adoption.

Olivia told him about finding Noah and all the failed foster homes. She told him how she never pursued taking him because she had already been denied by family services. Elliot asked questions now and again, but mostly just listened. She told him about how drawn she was to Noah and how she went to nearly every hearing on his behalf. Finally she told him about the judge who saw her willingness to show up for Noah, and allowed her to foster him.

"Wow. That's amazing." Awe laced his voice.

She looked down at her hands, self conscious over the praise. "There's a lot more to the story, even after he was officially adopted," she sighed, "but it's a lot to go into in one night." Really it was emotionally a lot to rehash and she was too tired to go into it all right now.

"I want to know, but I can wait to hear the rest." He gave her that knee weakening smile. On a more serious not he added, "I'm so happy you got Noah. He is a great kid." He reached for her hand, weaving his fingers into hers. "And you are a great mom, I'm glad I can be around now to watch, because you are incredible." He broke away from his gaze, self-conscious at his praise.

"It's been just him and me, you know. Our little team Benson. I worry sometimes, with the job, and no siblings. I dunno, I just hope he'll be okay."

Elliot rubbed his thumb across her knuckles tenderly. "Kids are resilient. I felt like I screwed up mine with all the chaos of our job, having so many, starting so young, but they are all okay. They struggled in their own ways but they really are doing well."

"They had a good dad," Olivia smiled.

"I don't know about that, but I love them, and I think that's the most important thing."

"That's true." She thought of her own childhood with a mother who didn't want her and the pain and trauma that followed her throughout her life. Hell, even now she struggled with the most intimate relationships because of her own childhood trauma.

"Noah is a really happy kid, and he has a mom who adores him. He'll be alright."

Liv nodded. "Sometimes I worry he's too accepting of new relationships. That's why I kept him from you for so long. I just worry he'll get hurt because he trusts so easily."

Elliot chuckled like he thought of something ironic.

"What?" She asked with a smile.

"It's funny, you having a kid who trusts everyone and you," he hesitated, realizing his next words may be more hurtful than funny.

"I have trouble trusting anybody," she finished for him.

"Sorry Liv, I didn't really think…" he couldn't find the rest of the thought.

She waved him off, "It's fine and honestly, it's really true."

Awkward silence stiffened the air around them. Liv tried to think of something to say to break the uncomfortable stalemate, but Elliot beat her to it. "Do you think you will ever trust me again?" His voice sounded pained. He toyed with her fingers, "or did I break us beyond repair?" His look of defeat broke her heart.

She put her free hand to his cheek. His clear blue eyes met hers, her heart pounded, not sure what she'd do next. "I trust you," she whispered. Her eyes closed and she knew she was going to kiss him. He waited, and she knew she had to take initiative because she held all the cards.

At first her lips ghosted his, wisping past. Even the minimal contact made her heart race. She wondered what it would be like to really kiss him. Her inhibitions fled, and love and desire replaced them. Her lips met his, this time with purpose. With meaning.

His stunned surprise quickly melted away as he kissed her back. His hand slid up her back, holding the base of her head while fully engaging in the lip play.

Olivia lifted her hands threading her fingers together behind his neck pulling him closer. His tongue trailed across her bottom lip, she opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Her body tingled all over as she was consumed with more desire. More wanting. Her hands slid to his chest, fisting his shirt. He adjusted his position, nearly climbing onto her seat, giving his hands more access. His hands grabbed her ass and she gasped air as his lips fixated on a particularly sensitive part of her neck. At this point she wished they were in the back seat because neither of them had the flexibility for their positioning to be sustainable. His lips and tongue mapped their course down her neck finding residence at the notch at the base of her neck, she let out a pleasured hum in response. He pulled back, grinning and looking pointedly towards the back seat.

She laughed, "I am not making out with you in the back of a police car."

His lips went to ear, "But the front seat's fine?"

A pleasurable shudder ran down her spine. She surveyed their position and sure enough he was completely in the passenger seat, body flush with hers.

"Well it was, but we probably need to resume this at a more appropriate venue." Her eyes danced with mischief.

"I think I can arrange that," he spoke with his lips glancing against hers, causing her to lose some resolve, but she was an NYPD captain and the position they were in would be considered horribly unprofessional.

She pushed gently against his chest and he sighed in mock disappointment. He climbed back into the driver's seat, and as soon as he sat back down there was a tap on her window. "Oh god," she muttered aloud.

On the other side of the window stood Fin, flashlight in hand, grinning knowingly. Elliot chuckled and Olivia shot him a glare. She rolled down the window.

Fin shined the flashlight through the window and she wasn't sure if this could be any more mortifying.

"You guys got it out of your system?" His eyes danced. That right there. That made it more mortifying.

"I don't even know how to answer that…" Liv turned her glare to Fin, hoping he understood the threat on his life if he said anything to anyone.

"Your shift's up so you guys can get out of here." His eyes smirked and she wanted to smack him, but she settled for glaring at him threateningly.

She rolled her window up, and let out a long breath. "I'm never going to hear the end of this am I?" She stared out the windshield without purpose.

He laughed heartily, "No, probably not."