"Uh oh," Reyes said as he saw who was entering the OC squad room.
Captain Benson marched inside, her eyes burning in worry and anger. Elliot was finishing his report about the case, his arm still burning in pain. At the sound of her footsteps he looked up, like a magnet. He didn't greet her, neither did she. She only uttered one question.
"Is your conference room free?" Elliot stood frozen in his spot, she looked around and Jet nodded quickly, afraid that the captain's wrath could turn towards them instead.
She gave him one pointed look and continued to the conference room, not giving anyone another word. He sighed and followed, resigned to his fate.
Ayanna came out of her office, hearing the movement outside. She only managed to see the conference room door closing. She looked around to the rest of the team who were in complete silence. Reyes and Jet looked nervous and Vargas just looked completely lost.
"Anyone want to share?" She finally said.
"Guess the captain heard about what happened," Jet explained. Ayanna grimaced.
Yep, things are about to get ugly.
He followed her inside and watched as she paced in the conference room, her eyes flashing with anger and worry. She looked like a caged animal. Elliot stood on the opposite side of the room, his own frustration evident. The silence, however, didn't last long.
"Elliot, do you have any idea how reckless you were today?" Olivia's voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"
Elliot's face was flushed with anger and defiance. "It was just a graze. I was doing my job, Liv! You know the risks as well as I do."
Olivia took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. "This isn't just about the job. This is about you throwing yourself into danger without thinking about the consequences."
Elliot ran a hand over his head, exasperated. "I don't need a lecture, Olivia. I've been doing this long enough to know what I'm doing."
"Clearly, you don't!" Olivia shot back, her voice rising. "Because if you did, you wouldn't be so damn reckless."
The team looked at each other as they heard the raised voices. Ayanna knew Elliot and Olivia had a complicated relationship, but this sounded more intense than usual. She debated whether to intervene or give them space to work things out.
"You should go, she might actually kill him," Jet said.
Ayanna sighed and wished she wasn't the commanding officer for once.
"Could anyone tell me who the hell was that?" she heard Vargas ask as she made her way down the hall.
Inside the room, the argument continued to escalate. Elliot took a step towards Olivia, his voice low but intense. "You're always on my case, Liv. Why can't you trust me?"
Olivia's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and something else—something more vulnerable. "Because I care about you, Elliot! And it terrifies me to think of losing you. You almost got yourself killed! Again!" Olivia's voice broke, the fear she felt evident. "Do you have any idea what that would do to me? To your family?"
The raw emotion in her voice took Elliot by surprise, and for a moment, they stood there, breathing heavily, staring into each other's eyes. The room was thick with tension, but it had shifted from anger to something much deeper.
Without thinking, Elliot closed the distance between them, his hand reaching up to cup Olivia's cheek. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her eyes softening.
"Elliot…" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and longing.
"I'm standing right here, Captain," he didn't let her finish.
In one swift motion, he pulled her into his arms, their lips meeting in a fierce, passionate kiss. It wasn't the first time, but it always seemed as if all the years of unspoken feelings and unresolved tension had finally erupted, and neither of them could hold back. She wondered when that feeling would fade.
Their kisses were urgent, their hands roaming each other's bodies with desperation. Olivia pushed Elliot back against the conference table, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. He responded by pulling her closer, his hands slipping under her blouse, feeling the warmth of her skin.
" Liv… " Elliot murmured against her lips, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Don't stop," she whispered back, her voice a mix of command and plea.
Their movements became more frantic, their need for each other overwhelming any sense of propriety. The conference room, once a place of business and strategy, now felt like a sanctuary for their feelings. The outside world ceased to exist as they gave in to the intensity of their connection.
Meanwhile, Ayanna stood in the hallway, unsure of what to do. She heard the room grow quiet. SHe was convinced the captain had killed her detective. Her hand raised to knock on the door, to make her presence known when she heard.
"Oh, fuck! Faster! Don't stop,"
Ayanna's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as she realized what was happening behind the closed door.
She quickly backed away, her face flushed. "Oh, my God," she muttered to herself, mortified by what she had overheard.
She hurried down the hallway, desperately trying to erase the sounds from her mind. The thought of her close friend and detective, Elliot Stabler, and the formidable Captain Olivia Benson in the throes of passion was not something she ever expected to encounter. She needed to forget this.
Now I wish I was dead.
Ayanna found herself at her desk, still reeling from the experience. She tried to focus on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the conference room. A mix of emotions swirled within her—amusement, embarrassment, and a touch of disbelief. She knew Olivia and Elliot had a complicated relationship, but this was something else entirely.
Back in the conference room, Elliot and Olivia were consumed by their passion. Clothes were discarded, and they moved together with a rhythm that felt both urgent and timeless. They explored each other's bodies with a sense of reverence and familiarity, their movements speaking volumes about the depth of their feelings.
When they finally reached the peak of their passion, it was with a sense of unity that transcended words. They held each other close, their breathing ragged, their bodies entwined. For a moment, they were simply Elliot and Olivia—two people who had found solace and connection in each other.
As the intensity of the moment began to fade, they slowly pulled apart, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. Elliot reached up to brush a strand of hair from Olivia's forehead, his touch gentle and tender.
"Elliot," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
He looked down at her, his expression a mix of love and vulnerability. "I'm sorry, Liv. I never meant to make you worry."
She smiled softly, her fingers tracing the lines of his face. "I know. Just promise me you'll be more careful. I can't lose you."
He nodded, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I promise."
Elliot smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Olivia's face. "Guess we'll have to be more careful where we have our arguments."
Olivia chuckled softly, nodding. "Yeah, we should," She finally processed what they had done. "Oh my God, are there cameras here?"
"They are turned off, don't worry," Elliot said.
They tried to get themselves together, but her hair was a little messier and his face flushed.
"Oh good, Ayanna saved you," Jet said as they entered the bullpen.
"Ayanna?" he asked, confused. Then he understood the implication and looked at Olivia with widened eyes. Her face was completely red.
"You deal with that, I see you later," she rushed out as fast as she had come in.
Elliot shook his head and made his way to the sergeant office. When he entered, she had her head in her hands, slowly massaging her temples.
"Ayanna-"
"Don't!" She stopped him. "Don't touch anything, don't say anything." She looked at him. "We will just never gonna talk about this, ever again."
He nodded and made his way to the door.
"And clean up the conference room!"