Protégé

A/N: The where has been established, rated M for two hot people bangin' their privates against one another. Longer chapter, since this update was delayed. Also I took some liberties concerning how certain rooms in the precinct are designed. This chapter will run from kinda dirty, to emotionally sweet, a little something for everybody. I asked where you'd like to see this version of EO get it on in the precinct and there was one popular answer and then 1 surprising answer that I also thought about and was able to incorporate into the story in another Chapter. Dream sequence is in BOLD.

A/N 2: The two new people joining is pretty set in stone now too, but both will have different back stories, and obviously different jobs, but they're still a few Chapters away from joining us.

TW: Not sure it needs it but this, Chapter 58, kinda features voyeurism, if this triggers you or bothers you in any way please don't read this update. (Planned voyeurism, the person wanted to be watched).

Disclaimer: If they were mine, we'd have had a 'what if' episode back in season 8.

Chapter 58

Top Floor of the 16th Precinct, Thursday July 4th 2013, Manhattan

A light bulb went off in Elliot's head. He grabbed her hand, and together they walked down the short stairs, back towards the elevators, he wasn't sure how she felt about the muggy stairwell he had used to get up there, and the possibility of slipping while pregnant had him crossing it off his list. He pushed the button, and looked around, all day he constantly felt like he was being watched, was Kathy the only person he was trying to avoid? He wasn't sure.

"Where are we going?" she asked as he rushed forward when the elevator opened. Taking the elevator again made her nervous, the last thing she wanted was to run into anybody else they knew, especially Elliot's parents as she was currently trying to get their son's pants off.

"Cribs," he stated plainly, tapping his foot impatiently as the elevator descended.

Olivia shrugged and thought, 'It wouldn't be the first time.'

"It was completely empty 10 minutes ago, so if we're lucky-"

Olivia turned her head and nuzzled the side of his face, nipping at his ear, "You're about to get lucky Detective."

Elliot poked the button for their floor repeatedly, "Move faster damnit!"

Olivia practically giggled at his eagerness, and scratched her nails up, and down his back.

He closed his eyes, and tried to soak up the sensations she was creating.

"God I love when you do that," he sighed heavily, dropping his shoulders.

"You do huh?" she purred in his ear, loving how easily he confessed his feelings.

"Mmhm," Elliot hummed in enjoyment.

"You like this, me teasing you? Or do you like it when you've got me so on edge, so far gone, that I claw at your back, drawing my nails down to your ass, and I sink them into your cheeks, pulling you in close, as I thrust up against you, and my back snaps, I lose control and I ground my clit as hard against you as I can, biting your shoulder as I try not to scream too loud in pleasure?" Olivia questioned him, a dream that she had weeks ago was suddenly at the forefront of her mind.

Elliot whispered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," under his breath, as the number of floors dropped, getting him closer to his intended destination.

"Did I ever tell you about the dream I had last month, it involved you, me, and an interrogation room…"

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"Telling you man, when Liv was my partner, she would've cracked that guy in under an hour!" Nick informed Elliot as they cleaned up the interrogation room, having spent hours questioning a suspect before he finally confessed.

Elliot huffed, "Cap? No way, what would she have done differently?"

Nick placed his hands on the back of a chair, "She just had her ways…"

The door opened, revealing the subject of their discussion, she was however dressed differently than her normal black pants and blazer.

Nick nodded at their Captain, "Oliviaaaaaaaa, wow. What's with the skirt, not that I'm complaining."

"I was stuck in court all day, Casey's idea, said judge was a 'legs' man," Olivia rolled her eyes.

Elliot eyed their CO, "What kinda… ways?" he asked, resuming his conversation with his partner.

Olivia spoke up as she folded her arms across her chest, "What are you two gossiping about?"

Nick shrugged, "Just telling Stabler about the good 'ol days, when you woulda had a confession outta that schmuck in no time at all. Let's just say Benson didn't have a problem with using her… feminine traits to nail a guy."

Olivia raised a single eyebrow, and scoffed, "Really Nick?"

"Hah okay maybe 'nail' wasn't the right word-"

"Wait Liv? And people actually fell for that? No way," Elliot laughed, shaking his head as he cleared the final folder off the table, handing it to his partner.

Olivia turned her attention to her newest Detective, "You don't think I'm capable of seducing a confession out of someone?"

Elliot rubbed the back of his neck, "Well I dunno… I mean-wouldn't that be a bit too obvious? Perps gotta know you weren't actually hitting on them."

"Nick, get out," Olivia ordered sternly.

"But I wanna watch you-" Nick began to say.

"My office now," she repeated, her eyes never leaving the other officer in the room.

Nick gave Elliot a small smile, "Good luck partner." He left through the same door Olivia had entered from, closing the door to her office behind him.

It was already late, Elliot thought he and Nick were the only ones left on the floor. He gulped as he stood on the opposite side of the room.

"Wh-what are you gonna do?" he asked hesitantly.

Olivia grinned, and chuckled lightly giving him a look that told him she had just switched roles, and he was no longer looking at his offended Captain, she was the predator, and he was her prey.

"Why don't you take a seat Detective?" Olivia pushed the chair towards him.

Elliot stared at it, and cautiously sat down, placing his hands on the metal table in front of him.

"Good, you're following commands," Olivia gave him a sweet smile as she began walking around the table, her fingers interlaced behind her.

"So Detective, we've been together for a while now, is that correct?"

Elliot swallowed past the lump in his throat, his mouth had suddenly gone dry.

"Mmhm, I'd say so," he nodded in agreement.

Olivia paused behind him, and ran a single finger from one of his shoulders to the other. She smiled when she saw him visibly shiver from her simple touch.

"Once you began working for me, did you ever dream about me, even though you knew anything between us would be strictly forbidden?"

Elliot squinted and watched wearily as Olivia sat on top of the corner of the table. He noted the stockings she was wearing earlier, but his jaw dropped as she crossed her legs, the black pencil skirt inching further up her golden tanned thighs to reveal a red and black laced garter.

His mouth felt like a desert as he opened, and closed it, his gaze trapped on her legs as she leaned back on her hands, and swung one of her feet back and forth, her skirt creeping higher and higher with every movement.

Elliot coughed, "Ye-yeah I had some dreams about you after we had met."

"Hmmm did you have fantasies too?" Olivia inquired, as she began running a finger back, and forth over her exposed garter.

"I-uhm hmmm, dreams, fantasies, what's the difference?" Elliot tried to focus on the precise words she was using.

Olivia gave him a full grin, "I am so glad you asked that Detective. A dream is something our subconscious conjures while we sleep, we have no control over those, but a fantasy, a fantasy is something we create in our minds while we're awake. So Detective Stabler I'll ask you again…"

Olivia moved her body until she was directly in front of him, and opened her legs, so that one was on each side of his body, still seated in the metal chair.

"Since finding out I was going to be your CO, did you ever fantasize about me?" Olivia purred, leaning her head to the side.

Elliot was having trouble breathing, let alone following the conversation. He lifted a hand, intending to grab her thigh, when Olivia slapped his hand down.

"No touching. Strike one, one more strike and I cuff you, is that understood Detective?"

Elliot guffawed, "Isn't it three strikes Cap?"

Olivia shook her head, "My interrogation, my rules."

"Now then," Olivia spread her legs a little wider, giving Elliot a glimpse of what was under her skirt.

"Did you fantasize about your commanding officer even though you knew it was wrong?"

Elliot dropped his head back, "Ughhhh yes okay fuck, have you met you?" he snapped his head back up, and grasped her lower leg, fingers digging into her strong calf muscle. "I bet half the people that meet you, fantasize about you! Men and women!"

"Strike two Detective," Olivia announced as she hopped off the table.

"Awww Liv come on," Elliot whined as she grabbed the cuffs off of his belt, and firmly brought his hands together behind his chair.

"I warned you Officer," Olivia shrugged whispering the words into his ear from behind, as she made sure she secured his wandering hands. There was something exciting about cuffing him with his own handcuffs.

When she came back into his field of vision she dropped her blazer on the table, and resumed her seated position in front of him. Elliot yanked on the cuffs but he knew it was no use, the cold metal steel wouldn't budge.

"Tell me about one of your fantasies Detective," Olivia ordered as she leaned forward, her arms inadvertently squeezing her breasts together, making them even more prominent behind her bright red blouse.

"I-uhhh-ummm, don't re-really remember," Elliot stuttered, then gasped as she made her next move.

In one smooth movement she slipped from the table and straddled his lap, placing both feet on the floor thanks to the extra inches her heels gave her.

"You want to take a moment to think, try to remember?"

Olivia was nudging her nose against his cheeks, his jaw, and his ears, as she whispered her words to him.

Elliot closed his eyes, he was already a steel pipe but if he looked at her he was afraid that pipe in his pants was going to blow.

"Nothin' too specific just you know, ordering me around and stuff," Elliot tried to answer her words, while simultaneously ignoring her movements on his lap.

"Do you like my outfit today?"

"Mmhm, it's uh re-real nice Captain," Elliot immediately confessed, although he didn't love that she had worn it to entice another man.

Olivia nodded as she kissed his strong jaw, "Looks professional for everybody else's eyes right?"

"Ye-eees," Elliot hummed, once again tugging at his restraints, all he wanted to do was touch her.

"Mmmm, but I have something underneath this skirt just for your eyes, wanna see?"

Elliot nodded rapidly, "Yeeeah yessss absolutely, yes Captain."

Olivia chuckled at his enthusiasm. She sat back on the table, with her legs spread as far as the confining garment would allow, and she slowly pulled on her skirt, rolling it up her legs, inch by inch revealing her garters, and more of her creamy tanned skin. She witnessed Elliot's eyes grow larger, and his breathing all but stop. She knew the moment it happened, the second he realized she had not in fact worn something for him under her skirt. She had instead chose to wear nothing at all.

The breath he had been holding left his body while sitting there in the cool interrogation room, under the fluorescent lights, his Captain sat on the cold metal table, with her skirt rolled up to her hips, legs splayed wide, on either side of him, with her perfectly waxed, shiny pussy, on full display. For him, she stated. Her profession attire might have been for someone else's benefit, but underneath, the clothes touching her intimately, those she had hand picked for him, ironically since he had lost the use of his hands.

Her garters were attached to a matching belt, but she had chosen to go commando with the red and black lacy material. Her folds were wet, and swollen, the bright light exposing her arousal to him even more clearly.

She smiled as she watched him choke on his breath, and stutter, a string of nonsensical sounds left his gaping mouth.

Olivia stood from the table, and squat down rubbing his knees. She ran her hands up his thighs, digging her nails in as she went up and down, each time getting a little closer to the very obvious bulge in his pants.

Elliot snapped when he saw her hands getting ready to touch his hard on. He knew the minute she did that he would come in his pants.

"Okay okay you win! You win! I'm sure these aren't the exact techniques you used, but yes I believe you could charm the answer you want out of any living soul, I'll never doubt your abilities, your prowess again!" he shouted in defeat, hanging his head down until his chin hit his chest.

Olivia didn't say anything, but he felt her kiss his forehead. He thought her little seduction was over, so he was surprised when he felt her tugging open his belt buckle.

"Li-Liv?" he spoke quietly as he raised his head.

Olivia pressed a finger to his lips.

"Confess," Olivia grinned as she moved her hand away, and yanked his pants and boxers down over his knees. His erection sprang between them, firm and thick against his work shirt.

Elliot gulped, his mouth was dry, he felt like all the liquid in his body was pumping through his shaft.

"I plead guilty," he rasped

Olivia nodded, "To what?"

Elliot finally understood what she wanted to hear, "I plead guilty to thinking about you, dreaming about you, and fantasizing about you, even when I knew it was wrong."

Olivia climbed back on top of his lap, and Elliot hissed as his tip accidentally made contact with the warm wet fluid gathering between her legs.

"More," she ordered as she sat back, her naked ass resting on his strong, muscular, powerful bare thighs.

Elliot pulled at the cuffs, still restraining his hands behind him.

"Liv, ahhh, Liv undo the handcuffs-"

Olivia simply shook her head, "More," she demanded again.

"I plead guilty to touching your body with my fingers, kissing your skin with my mouth, and making love to you with my dick, even though I knew it was forbidden," Elliot practically whined.

As close as she was, sitting on his lap, her ass and arms were the only parts of her actually touching him, however he was pleasantly surprised with the next words that left her mouth.

"Hmmm, thank you for confessing your misdeeds, and after taking everything into consideration, I've decided on your sentence. You get to pleasure me using one of those body parts you just mentioned, without a care for your own pleasure, you can only come after I do, now let's see…" Olivia pretended to assess his body.

"Due to your current position, your fingers are out of the question, and I can't exactly ride your face like this either so that just leaves…" Olivia trailed off as she moved.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard Elliot," Olivia hummed between them, her words hitting his lips. She grabbed the hair on his head, and yanked his head back. She sealed her mouth over his, using her tongue she dominated the kiss.

Together they moaned, and just as air was becoming a necessity, Olivia broke their kiss, and planted her feet on the cement floor, slowly lowering herself. He felt his cock slip through an abundance of moisture, before his throbbing head was prodding at her entrance. They were both so aroused it took very little for him to slide inside.

Both their eyes were gazing down their bodies as they came together. It was a new feeling for Elliot, normally he was the one controlling their pace, but this time it was Olivia.

Elliot realized she was right, she was fucking him.

There was no other way to describe it, as her ass came to rest again on his upper thighs. With her feet planted firmly on the floor she was able to raise her body, his dick barely staying inside it's warm wet haven, before she dropped down, both of them gasping as he plundered deep within her again.

Elliot had never seen such a beautiful sight, with her skirt bunched around her waist, her lacy garters were on full display, as she rode him.

She kept her hands on both his shoulders, using his sturdy frame for balance, and support.

Finally taking her eyes off of their connecting bodies, she bit her lip and looked him in his bright blue orbs.

She got into a rhythm, twisting and grinding her hips, as she raised and lowered her body, using his cock, she was in full control of their situation. Pace, depth, she controlled every movement.

Olivia gave him a coy smile, and Elliot could only whimper.

His Captain needed no help being sexy, she exuded it even when she didn't mean to. But having her take control of their situation. Having her fuck him. Having her take what she wanted, take her pleasure, her climax, into her own hands. Having her use him, use his body, for her orgasm, had him throbbing, he knew he was going to blow at any moment.

"Liv…" she had somehow reduced him into a whiny mess of a man.

Her breasts were bouncing right in his face, and he watched as she slowly unbuttoned her red blouse, her red and black lacy bra barely contained her ample bosoms.

"Please undo the cuffs Liv, I wanna touch you," he tipped his head to indicate her heaving chest.

Olivia was breathing harder as she chased her climax, "You could be using your unoccupied mouth for something other than talking Detective."

Moving her hands to the small clasp between her breasts that he had never noticed, Elliot immediately leaned forward as the cups fell away to reveal the golden globes that he revered so much.

He kissed her neck, licking and sucking her sweat lined skin into his mouth. He lowered his lips over the top of her right breast, as he traced her areola with his tongue, exhaling heavily against her pebbledash bud.

Elliot felt two hands suddenly grasp his head, pulling him back, Olivia panted as she continued to swirl her slick core up and down his raging hard on.

"Suck it," she directed, and left nothing to wonder about as she tugged his head back to her chest.

Following her request, he slipped his tongue out, and keeping his eyes on hers, he flicked her hard nipple up, and down, watching as her jaw dropped and her shaky exhale hit his forehead.

He repeated his action a few more times, and just as she bit her bottom lip to keep her voice down, he sucked the entire peak into his mouth.

Olivia mewled on his lap, and grasped both his shoulders again, her nails would leave bruises on his skin he was sure.

Elliot spread his legs further apart, and thrust his hips up at the same time.

Olivia's reaction was immediate.

By widening his legs, she could no longer touch the ground with her feet. All her weight suddenly settled where they were connected. He bottomed out inside her. Reaching a place she didn't think a man had ever been before. The feeling was almost too much.

"I, uh uhhh, I-ohhh," Olivia stuttered, not use to the sensation he was causing.

Elliot had to hold his breath for a moment too, he tried to think of some baseball stats, if Olivia moved an inch he was gonna explode.

"Th-this okay?" he asked, his mouth still resting against her breast, the discarded nipple was shining from his ministrations.

Olivia slowly nodded, "Give me a second," she mumbled.

Elliot released the patch of skin to the right of her areola that he didn't realize he had been sucking on. He knew it would leave a mark, fortunately it was low enough on her breast that even in a V neck shirt he didn't think it would be visible.

He was just about to give his attention to her other breast when he noticed the light was on once again, on the camera in the corner of the room that he and Nick had used to previously record their suspect.

The camera who's feed could be watched live from their Captain's office. The place where his partner had gone when he exited the interrogation room. He knew he had turned the camera off when they finished earlier.

"I-fuck Liv, I I think Nick's watching us," Elliot whispered between them.

Instead of the reactions he expected; anger, disbelief, possibly shock, Olivia shivered and tipped her head back, elongating her beautiful body. Elliot gasped when he felt her walls clamp down on him.

"Fucking Christ Captain!" Elliot exclaimed as he grit his teeth, "Yo-you like that!"

"You like that he may be watchin' you, listenin' to you, gettin' aroused by you-"

Olivia shook her head as she slowly began rocking against his erection, still buried deep inside her, "Us."

Elliot's eyebrows flew up his forehead not understanding her response.

"Nick?" Olivia called out, confusing Elliot even more.

"Flick the switch on the mirror," Olivia demanded breathlessly.

The mirror between her office and the interrogation room disappeared, revealing her old partner sitting at her desk, watching the feed just as Elliot had guessed.

"Watching us," Olivia nodded at Elliot, who in turn thrust his hips up, driving deeper through her clenching core.

"Ohhh, ahhh!" Olivia nearly screamed and bit her lip, her whole body jiggled on Elliot's lap.

Elliot lowered his bottom half back to his chair, feeling his hard shaft slip slightly from her heated core.

"Listening to us," again he bucked his hips up on the word, 'us'.

"Fuck!" Olivia grit her teeth, her nails scratched, and clawed at his shoulders and back as she tried to establish some kind of support. All her weight, all her nerves and feelings were currently pooled between her legs, where her boyfriend was reaching places she didn't know were possible.

The pressure was too much, he wasn't even using his hands to hold her in place, his cock was just that long, and his girth too wide for her to slip off when he pulled back a bit. Looking into his eyes she knew they were in sync. One more thrust and she was going to come.

"He's getting turned on, by US!" Olivia hissed as Elliot continued their pattern.

Olivia swivelled her hips, as Elliot used the strength in his butt, and thighs, he pushed his way upwards, and was finally rewarded with a rush of warm moisture coating his dick and lap.

"Elliottttttttttt," Olivia cried as she clung to his body, her tender breasts crushed against his work shirt.

Elliot snapped forward, filling his mouth with the salty skin on her neck. He never knew he would be a biter until he met the woman still shaking on his lap.

Her walls squeezed him as they contracted, he could barely hold it together when Olivia gave him the permission he needed.

"Come, come, come, fuck come inside me, wanna feel you Elliot," she groaned.

He tried not to scream too loudly, barely aware that they were being watched, he had to admit, it added an additional thrill to their encounter. His body shook as he felt himself spirt inside her, coating her walls the same way she had his cock.

He tilted his head expecting to see Nick in his girlfriend's office but instead it appeared to be empty, his partner had missed the big finale.

Olivia's body was still spasming as she tried to catch her breath. Elliot nudged her cheek with his nose, placing tiny kisses wherever he could reach.

"So," he began, his voice low and scratchy, "Have I fulfilled my sentence Cap?"

Olivia let out a short laugh, "I guess I'll let you off this time-"

"Let me off? Or get me off?" Elliot raised an eyebrow, unable to keep the smirk off his face. He pulled on the metal bracelets, still restraining his hands.

The sound of the handcuffs clanging against the chair distracted Olivia. She reached down behind her back where his pants remained bunched around his knees.

Olivia gasped as he shifted inside her. Even though his shaft had gone soft, he was still buried deep in her core, she was so full of him and their mixed fluids she felt like she could feel him in her stomach.

Being careful not to move too much Olivia dug into his front pocket, successfully finding the small key. Moving slowly she reached around, peering over his shoulder, she found the small hole she was looking for. With a small twist they heard the unmistakable click, allowing Elliot to instantly free one of his hands.

He didn't wait for Olivia to release both wrists, instead he wrapped his arms around his Captain, running his hands up and down her back.

"You liked that huh?" Elliot whispered between them, as he laid kisses on the side of her head that was resting on his shoulder.

"Mmhm, guilty as charged," Olivia admitted as she continued to recover.

"Tell me why," Elliot probed curious at to what aspect of their encounter she liked the most.

He felt her shrug, then hiss as the movement jostled her sensitive body.

"There's just something about being in charge and…" Olivia trailed off, her skin had taken on a reddish hue.

"You know you can tell me anything," Elliot reiterated.

"Being the boss, being in charge is one element that gets me off," Olivia explained, raising her head to look him in the eyes.

"But having someone watch you dominate me?" Elliot proposed for her.

"Even sexier," Olivia confessed.

Elliot watched as Olivia looked down between them and bit her lip, "I-I was that okay?"

"Okay? Fuck Liv, no that wasn't okay!" Elliot exclaimed.

He reached up with both hands and held her face in his palms, "It was fucking phenomenal, I'm just disappointed Nick didn't wait around for the climax."

Elliot closed his eyes and groaned when he felt Olivia's walls clamp down on him again as she registered his words.

"Oh I think he had to go deal with his own climax by that point," Olivia gave him a sly grin.

"God you're so fucking sexy," Elliot pushed forward, sealing their mouths together again.

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"Let me get this straight…" Elliot said as the elevator dinged, signalling they had arrived on their floor.

Olivia hadn't gone into too much detail, but she didn't have to. They were both ridiculously turned on, and they needed to get to the cribs quickly, without being spotted.

The doors opened, and together they stuck their heads out, looking in all directions.

They sighed in relief when neither saw anyone they recognized.

"Let's go," Elliot whispered as he reached to grab her hand, stopping just short when he remembered where they were.

Olivia only then realized that her young lover was keeping an eye out for someone too.

"Who're you avoiding?" she inquired as they walked briskly towards the stairs leading up to the cribs.

"Kathy," Elliot eyed his Captain, "You?"

Olivia chuckled, "Your parents."

Elliot actually stumbled when he heard her answer, "Shit I forgot they were here today!"

Olivia nodded, "They brought Claire too, nice meeting her face-to-face, instead of hiding under your bed."

Elliot couldn't keep the smile off his face. He kept an eye out for anyone he might know.

"So as I was saying, you had a dream about us and Nick? Do I need to be worried?" he semi joked.

"He didn't even touch me in my dream, I think it was just about power, and control. Having someone witness me use it on such a big, muscular man, it was a turn on," Olivia quietly tried to explain.

"To clarify this wasn't some weird way of you telling me you wanna have a threesome?" Elliot let Olivia pass as they began climbing the stairs to the cribs.

Olivia looked over her shoulder at him, "You're more than enough man for me Stabler," she winked when she saw his grin.

With the precinct packed full of citizens, and officers, she knew what they were doing was risky. It made her feel like a teenager, sneaking around behind her mother's back.

They smiled at each other when they made it to the loft space above their squad room, the place was still empty, and the crib door finally insight.

Elliot placed his hand on the small of her back, as he moved to open the door.

They were both hit with a rush of air as the door opened from the other side.

"Auntie 'Livia!" they heard a young girl squeal as Zara, and Nick came out of the otherwise empty room.

"Oof," Olivia rasped as her old partner's daughter ran into her legs. She was thankful Elliot had been supporting her from behind.

"Oh thank God, I was looking for you earlier! Hey Zara gentle, we don't go around tackling people!" Nick admonished his daughter.

Looking up both Olivia, and Elliot couldn't keep the blush from their faces, seeing Nick in person so soon after discussing an erotic dream that he had been apart of.

Nick broke through both of their inner thoughts, "Liv would you mind watching Zara for a minute while I grab a quick shower. I managed to clean her up, but in this heat I'd really like to take one myself," he explained while waving his hand over his own body.

It was only then that they noticed Nick was covered in what could only be vomit.

"What happened to you?" Olivia asked as she squat down so that she could give Zara a proper hug. The state he was in definitely helped to dampen her libido.

"Turns out a bunch of sweets, and multiple rounds of pin-the-badge on the officer, don't go well together," Nick told them.

"After a couple spins, we were both wearing her lunch," Nick sighed.

He stepped forward and placed Zara's backpack at the table beside the railing that overlooked the squad room.

"10 minutes please?" Nick begged with his hands together in a pleading gesture.

"Zar, be good for your Aunt okay? I'll be right back!" Nick called as he rushed back through the door to the cribs, which also housed the showers that the members of the unit used regularly. Showers which Olivia remembered her and Elliot had used at one time for something other than getting clean.

It had all happened rather quickly. One minute he was climbing the stairs, mere moments away from getting his Captain alone. Next thing he knew, he and Olivia were babysitting.

"Let's colour," Zara stated as she pulled Olivia over to the table.

"I've missed you Auntie," Zara declared as she began rummaging in her back pack.

Olivia looked over at Elliot who had stuffed his hands into his front pockets. He could only shrug.

"I've missed you too sweet girl," Olivia ran her fingers through her long brunette locks, "Would you mind if my friend Elliot joins us?"

Zara's head snapped up, her steely gaze landing on the man in question.

"I know him, he was at the hospital when I got an ouchie," Zara's tone was not welcoming, it was as if she personally blamed Elliot for her broken arm that day.

Elliot tried not to look too big or imposing, he knew he could come off as intimidating to children, "I dunno 'bout your Aunt here, but I happen to be an expert at tic-tac-toe, and I have a feeling that you may be able to give me a run for my money?"

"You can play tic-tac-toe?" Zara asked sceptically.

Elliot took a step towards the table as he nodded, "I am also fluent in Go Fish, and hangman," he pointed out, trying to remember what games he would have played with his younger siblings to entertain them when they were Zara's age.

Olivia released the breath she was holding when Zara acquiesced and agreed Elliot could join them.

Elliot sat down across from Olivia and the young girl, and smiled when Zara provided them all with paper and crayons to play with.

Olivia hadn't had a chance to see Elliot interact with many children, especially outside of their job. A small part of her was still worried about her own capabilities, and Elliot's, concerning their own roles as soon to be Mother and Father.

Her concerns were partially relieved witnessing Elliot interact with Zara. Within 5 minutes Zara had ditched the seat beside her, to join Elliot on the other side of the table.

Anybody watching would think the pair had known each other for years. Elliot played tic-tac-toe and took the time to teach Zara an opening move that would almost guarantee a win for her every time.

Olivia knew she had spaced out, but she somewhat heard them conspire to get some ice cream from Nick. The two appeared to be thick as thieves when ten minutes later the door to the cribs opened again.

Olivia was standing by the railing by then, watching as Elliot and Zara played eye-spy, using the squad room below as their guesses and objects.

Nick placed his hand on her elbow, "Thanks I needed that. Everything okay?"

"Daddy!" Zara cried when she noticed her father had returned, "Look at what Ellie taught me!"

Zara ran to the table to fetch the piece of paper they had been playing on.

"Wow you played with Zara? Huh how about that," Nick laughed as he knelt down to give his daughter his full attention.

"Why?" Elliot asked.

Olivia smiled, "Zara's just very picky about who she interacts with."

Olivia, cautious of who could possibly see them, slipped a finger into his pocket and tugged, "Ellie, I like that."

Elliot held up his hands, "Now now, only Zara can call me that."

Olivia looked down at the girl then back at him, "No I meant-I like that name, for a girl… Elizabeth, Ellie…" she trailed off, hoping he caught on to what she was saying. She knew Nick knew and could keep a secret, she wasn't afraid of him overhearing, but his daughter, not so much.

Elliot grinned widely, "Me too."

"Zara baby go pack up your stuff," Nick came to stand with them at the railing while his daughter cleaned up the mess she had made.

"Thanks again guys," he began but Olivia and Elliot both waved him off.

The three of them were looking down at all the people, officers and civilians in the bullpen.

"Who's that beside Munch? Don't tell me wife number four? Girl could be his granddaughter," Nick joked.

Olivia turned to the two men beside her, "Actually that happens to be our new Detective starting next week."

Both men zeroed in on the woman, "That's my replacement?" Elliot questioned, she looked as young as him.

"Yes, and speaking of Munch, she's actually his niece," Olivia watched Nick and Elliot snap their heads towards her.

"Pshhhh, well guess we all know how she got the job," Elliot stated.

Olivia and Nick had the same reaction, shock covered both their faces. Elliot couldn't hold back, and he burst out laughing, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, come on…"

The three of them chuckled, "Shit Stabler, I was about to say, coming from you…"

"Yeah yeah, well I think I proved myself even if I did only get the position because of my Father. Who knows maybe she will do the same?" Elliot shrugged.

"Actually I didn't even know she was related to Munch until after I hired her. She disclosed the information on some of her paperwork, she goes by a different last name," Olivia explained.

"Think you're up for another female partner?" Olivia asked Nick.

"If she's half as good as my last one, I'll be in good hands, what'd you say her name was?"

"Detective Slootmaekers, Jet, Jet Slootmaekers," Olivia stated.

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A/N: Is it cheating by writing the location y'all wanted to see them makin' sweet love in at the precinct… in as a dream?

A/N 2: Sorry for the wait, after 500 days in the hospital I caught covid for the 3rd time (not sure how since I'm in isolation) influenza, 3 more broken ribs, and an allergic reaction at the same time… My parents, teachers, friends, boyfriend's… [ ;) ] coaches, etc always said I was an overachiever…

This 4th of July isn't over yet… (Just realized the REAL 4th of July was this week, I started writing this section back in March lol)

Happy belated Canada Day & 4th of July to all my Canadian and south of the border readers! Hope everyone had a safe and fun celebration.

A/N 3: Yep Jet's coming on board. And one more person