While they worked, Olivia's phone, still silenced from the previous night, buzzed persistently on the kitchen counter. Unbeknownst to her, a barrage of messages and missed calls illuminated the screen, showcasing her friends' escalating worries. However, at this moment, her focus remained solely on Noah and the comforting ritual of their shared meal. As they devoured their spaghetti, twirling mounds of noodles onto their forks, the conversation flowed easily between them. Noah regaled his mother with details from his dance. Reenacting his impressive catch in the outfield with dramatic flair.
"I learned this dance. It took me a while to get down, but you always taught me never to give up. So I kept trying, and I got it. I'm so good at it!" Says Noah with enthusiasm.
"Great job Noah. I'm so proud of you. I'm so glad you found your passion." Says Olivia with a smile on her face.
Their evening, steeped in domestic bliss, was soon interrupted by the sharp ring of the doorbell. Noah, ever curious, rushed to answer it, while Olivia, sensing it might be one of her friends, hastily wiped her hands on a dish towel and followed behind.
Standing on the threshold was Alex, her expression a mix of worry and determination. Her eyes immediately sought out Olivia, scanning her friend for any signs of distress or explanation for her sudden disappearance.
"Hey, Noah." Alex said
"Hey Aunt Alex! Mom's doing the dishes!" Says Noah
"Noah, who is it?" Ask Olivia
"It's Aunt Alex's mom! Can I go play video games, please!" Says Noah
"Okay, and yes, brush your teeth first and don't stay up too late," Olivia says
"Thank you, Mom, you're the best!" Says Noah running to the bathroom to brush his teeth
Alex walks over to Olvia, waiting for Noah to close the door. "We've all been trying to reach you. What happened last night? Are you okay?"
Olivia, taken aback by Alex's unexpected appearance, felt a pang of guilt for neglecting her friends' messages. She exchanged a brief look with Noah, who seemed intrigued by the sudden visitor. "Everything's fine," she assured Alex, her tone measured, hoping to alleviate her friend's concerns.
"I just needed some time to myself."
Alex's brow furrowed, her skepticism evident. "Without Elliot?" she prodded, her gaze unwavering. "What happened there? Come on, Liv, spill. We're your friends, and we're worried sick about you."'
"Eliot was. I'm surprised he even noticed that I was gone." Olivia let out a fake laugh.
Alex raised an eyebrow at Olivia's response, sensing her guardedness. She shifted on her feet, leaning against the counter.
"Come on, Liv. I know you better than that. Something happened between you and Elliot, didn't it? You don't disappear completely without a trace if everything's fine."
Alex took a deep breath, her expression stern as she spoke to Olivia. She leaned in close, her voice low but firm. "Liv, you know the rules. You cannot catch feelings, especially not with someone like Elliot. I warned you about this. You need to maintain your detachment. I feel I'm partly to blame. This is only supposed to be fun and get you some relief"
"I know, I know. It was just supposed to be fun. But now...my head is telling me one thing, and my heart is telling me something else. I need to stop this, for real." Says Olivia
"Oh, and one more thing: No more doing the do in the interrogation room, got it?"
Alex said with a smirk
Olivia managed a sheepish chuckle, feeling a pang of embarrassment at the reminder.
"Yeah, I know. No more 'interrogation room shenanigans. I'll keep it strictly professional at work. No more mixing business with pleasure."
Alex leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms as she continued the conversation. She shook her head, concern etched on her face. "Have you heard of Elliot since last night? I assume he's been trying to contact you, right? Judging from his messages, he's pretty anxious."
Olivia nodded determinedly, her expression setting into a resolute line.
"Yeah, I'm going to avoid him as much as possible. I need some space to clear my head, you know? Seeing him or talking to him will only make things more complicated."
Alex gave Olivia a stern look, her voice gentle yet firm. "Olivia, you know you can't always run away from your problems. You'll have to face Elliot eventually, especially since you guys work together."
"I don't always run away from my issues, okay? I'm just... avoiding this one particular situation for a bit. I need some time to figure things out, that's all."
Alex's phone buzzed, and she glanced at it to see a message from Elliot: "Hey, have you heard from Liv? She's not answering my texts."
Alex typed out a quick reply, her eyes flicking over to Olivia who was watching her intently. She sent the message, "Hey Elliot, Liv's doing okay. Maybe you should give her some space to think things over. It's not my place to get in the middle of it."
Monday came, and Olivia couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and dread as she approached her office building. The thought of seeing Elliot filled her with a tumult of emotions, ranging from annoyance to longing.
Olivia made her way into the office. She could feel Elliot's eyes on her as she settled at her desk, but she deliberately avoided his gaze. Instead, she focused on her computer screen, trying to keep herself occupied with work.
Olivia's
phone buzzed.
Elliot sent a series of messages:
"Hey, Liv?"
"Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?
"Can we please talk about why you left without saying a word?"
"Can we talk later? I really want to talk to you."
Elliot, frustrated and eager for an explanation, sent another message:
"Hey, can you please tell me why you left last night? I thought we were having a good time."
Olivia read the message and clenched her jaw tight. The events of the previous night flashed through her mind - seeing Elliot flirting with that woman while they were supposed to go for a drink, then disappearing to god knows where for who knows what. Without replying, Olivia blocked his number, silencing any further attempts from him to communicate with her.
Elliot observed Olivia's actions through the glass window of her office. He noted the smirk on her face and realized she had blocked his number. His jaw clenched, his ego bruised by her silent rejection. He muttered to himself, his irritation evident. "Really mature, Olivia. We'll see who breaks first." He locked eyes with her again, a determined glint in his gaze, as her actions only served to stoke his stubbornness and competitive nature.
Hours pass, and Elliot still has not seen Olivia, not even looking in his direction or texting him back.
"Squad, listen up, this is Dean Porter. He works for the FBI, and he'll be joining us in the case. He has valuable expertise and resources that will be a great asset to our investigation." Says Elliot
This is Brian, Fin, Munch, and Olivia. They're the finest detectives in our unit. We'll need everyone's skills and insight to solve this case successfully so catch him up." Says Elliot walking back to his office.
Dean, a confident and serious-looking man, nodded at the team.
"Pleasure to meet you all. I appreciate being brought in for this case. Let's work together and find this girl as soon as possible."
As Elliot began walking back to his office, he called out to Olivia, motioning for her to join him outside his office. "Olivia, can I have a word with you? Just for a moment."
"Hello captain, what can I help you with?" Oliva asks if nothing has ever happened between them.
Elliot could sense Olivia's irritation and reluctance, but he persisted, needing to address the issues between them. "I just want to talk, Olivia. There's something we need to clear up, and it's driving a wedge between us at work."
Olivia, not wanting to admit she knew exactly what Elliot was talking about, played dumb. She raised an eyebrow at him, feigning ignorance. "Clear up what exactly? I'm a bit busy here with the case."
Elliot couldn't help but roll his eyes at Olivia's evasive response. He knew she was playing coy, and it was getting on his nerves. "Cut the act, Olivia. You know damn well what I'm talking about. The lack of communication between us since that night."
"I don't know what you're talking about, captain." Says Olivia, not looking at him
Elliot, fed up with Olivia's stubbornness, decided to switch tactics. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "You know, you look incredibly beautiful when you're playing hard to get.
Olivia, still trying to maintain her composure, responded to Elliot's seductive advances with annoyance. She crossed her arms and looked him dead in the eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about. We had our fun, and it's over. Now, can we please get back to work?"
Olivia's body betrayed her as Elliot closed the gap between them. She couldn't help but react to his presence, her heartbeat quickening in response. Yet she stubbornly continued to deny her feelings, her words coming out in a defiant tone.
"I left because I didn't want to complicate things between us. It was just a one-night stand, nothing more."
Elliot could sense the tension in Olivia's words, and the way her body responded contradicted her words. He knew he was getting under her skin, and he wasn't about to let up.
"A one-night stand? Is that really all it was to you? Or are you just too scared to admit you want more than that?"
Olivia's anger had boiled over, and she was done playing games. Holding Elliot firmly against his desk, she leaned in close, her gaze intense.
"Listen here, Elliot. You may be my boss, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this. You will treat me like any other colleague, and if you don't, we're going to have problems."
Elliot's confidence grew even bolder as Olivia pushed him against the desk. He saw the fire in her eyes and knew he was getting under her skin. He responded with a cocky smirk, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, pressing her against the desk as he leaned in closer.
"Oh, is that so? So you want me to treat you like just another colleague? Then why do you react like this every time I touch you? You think you can boss me around, huh? That's cute. But you should know, I don't mind playing rough."
Olivia gasped as Elliot began kissing her neck, her body shivering in response. She tried to keep her composure, holding back a moan that threatened to escape from her lips. She could feel her willpower crumbling, her desire for him growing with every touch.Olivia's heart was pounding as she felt Elliot's hot breath on her neck. She knew she should push him away, but her body had other ideas. Her anger and frustration only added fuel to the fire burning between them.
As if reading her mind, Elliot whispered, "You want to push me away, but your body betrays you. Admit it, you want this as much as I do." His voice was hoarse with desire, and his grip on her wrists tightened.
Olivia struggled weakly, knowing full well that she didn't want to escape. "Y-you're taking this too far, Elliot. You're my boss," she said, her voice lacking conviction. In response, Elliot pulled her roughly towards him, their bodies pressing together. Olivia could feel his hardness against her stomach, and she bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping.
"Say it," Elliot demanded, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me you want this."
Olivia's breath quickened as she realized she had no chance of resisting. Her anger dissolved into raw, uncontrollable desire. "Elliot, I-I." Olivia stutters out; all Olivia can do is nod.
Elliot chuckled softly against Olivia's skin as he nibbled at her neck, enjoying the effect he had on her. He could feel her body respond to his every touch, her breath becoming more ragged as she tried to hold back her moans. He loved the power he had over her at that moment, the way she struggled to remain defiant despite the obvious desire burning within her.
"You can try to play tough all you want, but I know what you really want. And your body is betraying you, Olivia. You can't hide it from me." Elliot smiled against her skin, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. He pulled her even closer, grinding his erection against her.
Elliot paused his ministrations only long enough to lock eyes with Olivia ". Olivia; I need to hear you say it. Yes or no. Tell me you want this as much as I do."
Oliva squeezed her eyes shut, feeling his erection on her core. Her mind is fighting with desire and not giving in, "Y-yes...yes,"
Olivia's breath hitched as she felt his thumb gently stroke her lower lip. She knew she should put a stop to this, but her body craved his touch. The mix of his sweetness and possessiveness turned her on immensely.
Without warning, Elliot pulled her in for a passionate kiss, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth. Olivia moaned softly as she returned the kiss, her hands running through his hair, feeling the smoothness of his bald head.
"I want you, Olivia," he growled. "Right here, right now."
There was no denying the hunger in his voice. Elliot picks up Olivia, plunging his tongue in her mouth, and laying her on his desk pushing everything out of the way. Her breath hitched as Elliot slowly pulled down her pants, his strong hands caressing her thighs as he knelt before her. With a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them tight against her skin, teasing her. Olivia bit her lip, anticipation coursing through her veins. Then, with one swift motion, Elliot ripped her panties to the side, exposing her dripping wet pussy. He wasted no time, plunging two fingers deep inside her, curling them to hit that special spot that made her moan and squirm. His thumb rubbed slow, tantalizing circles on her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. At the first touch of his fingers, Olivia's body jolted. She bit her lip to suppress a moan, knowing their location was less than ideal for loud expressions of pleasure.
Elliot's mouth curled into a mischievous smile as he saw her reaction, and he whispered huskily, "You better not let anyone hear you, Olivia. Those moans are for me and me alone."
His fingers worked their magic, pumping in and out of her wet heat. Olivia squirmed, feeling the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within her. Elliot added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, and making her gasp.
Olivia closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her. She felt so full, so desired. Her boss—no, Elliot—knew exactly what he was doing, and the thought of being fucked by him in his office sent her even closer to the edge.Her lip bled from the force of her biting, but still, she stayed quiet, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. Seeing her struggle, Elliot decided to help her find release. He thrust his fingers deeper, crooking them just so, and lowered his mouth to hers. His tongue pushed past her lips, dueling with hers, tasting her essence on his fingers and then sharing it with her. It drove her wild, and she couldn't hold back any longer. Olivia came with a violent shudder, her juices flooding his hand. Their breaths quickened as Elliot picked up the pace, his fingers pumping in and out of her tight hole. Olivia could feel her orgasm building, a coil tightening in her belly. She opened her eyes, locking gazes with Elliot. The intense look in his eyes told her he knew she was close. Olivia's knees buckle slightly. She grabs the edge of the desk for support, her body trembling on the brink of ecstasy. Elliot leans closer, his mouth by her ear, nibbling on her lobe as he whispers.
"Cum for me, Olivia," he says huskily. "Let me feel you cum around my fingers."
His words send her over the edge, and Olivia's body shakes violently as her orgasm washes over her. She cries out, unable to contain herself any longer, her juices flowing over Elliot's hand. Her walls clenched around his fingers, milking him as she rode out her intense orgasm. She wanted to scream, but being heard kept her silent. As her orgasm washed over her, waves of pleasure radiated through her body. And with that, Olivia cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her juices flowed freely, coating Elliot's hand. She rode out her orgasm. Gasping for breath, her body feeling deliciously sensitive. As she came down from her high, Elliot stood, a devilish smirk on his face. He raised his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking her juices off one by one, his eyes never leaving hers. It was a dominant display, and Olivia felt a spark of desire ignite within her all over again.
"Taste yourself on me," he murmured, his voice hoarse with want.
Knock knock*
In a flash, Olivia sat up, pulling her pants up and straightening her clothing. She swallowed, her heart pounding
Olivia's sudden change of heart caught Elliot off guard. The passion they had shared just moments ago now seemed like a distant memory as she pushed him away, her voice tinged with aggression.
"We're done, Elliot. This isn't me, and it won't work. No more sneaking around; we almost got caught twice." She was right; their secret trysts had become risky, and now, standing on the beach, the cool June breeze carrying a hint of salt, they faced a crossroads.
Elliot, his blue eyes sparkling with a mix of desire and disappointment, reached for her, but she stepped back. "Olivia-"
"Don't," she said, her voice firm. "We're done, Elliot," Olivia said, her voice laced with a combination of aggression and uncertainty. "This isn't who I am, and it's not what I want. We've come close to being caught too many times. This isn't a game, we're playing; this is real life." Olivia's words hung heavy in the air, carrying the weight of their secret trysts and the risks they had taken.
Elliot reached out to her, his hand extending in an attempt to bridge the growing distance between them. "Olivia—" he began, his voice thick with desire and a hint of desperation.
But she stepped back, her expression firm, her brown eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. "Don't, Elliot," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "It's over. I can't keep doing this. It's not fair to either of us. We live in two different worlds. I have a son and responsibilities. You have your life, and I have mine."
Knock Knock
"Elliot are you in here?" Says Dean
Elliot's expression shifted as Olivia spoke, her words cutting through the lingering desire that still burned between them. He could see the determination in her eyes and the strength in her voice as she stated her intentions clearly. Her words hit him like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last remnants of fire that had been building within him. He couldn't deny her logic; their secret trysts had become increasingly risky and dangerous. No feelings were supposed to be involved; he was just supposed to help her let loose. This was only supposed to be fun sex and not come to the office. Now he's acting like a possessive asshole, a side he's never had before he met Olivia. Olivia opened the door, and walked past Dean. He took notice of Olivia's beauty.
Dean's eyes couldn't help but trace the path of Olivia's departing figure as she walked past him; he let out a soft whistle, appreciating the view. As Olivia disappeared down the hallway, Dean turned to face Elliot, an amused smirk on his face. "So, what was all that about?"
Elliot could feel his irritation spike even more as he noticed Dean's wandering eyes following Olivia as she walked away.
He fixed Dean with a stern glare, his voice taking on a possessive edge. "Eyes off, Dean. She's my colleague, not some piece of meat for you to admire."
Dean shrugged, still wearing a sly grin on his face. He could tell he had struck a nerve with Elliot, and that only seemed to amuse him even more. "Relax, man. Just asking a simple question. She's single, right? I mean, you two aren't...involved, are you? Because if not, I wouldn't mind taking a shot at her."
Elliot chuckled darkly to himself, a hint of arrogance in his tone. He knew full well that Olivia was out of Dean's league. There was no way she would be interested in him.
"You'll have to ask her that," Elliot says annoyed, thinking to himself that there is no way Olivia is way out of Dean's league.
"Right enough about, let's get down to business. What have you found out about our current case?" Says Elliot
Olivia walked into the office, her thoughts still filled with the events of earlier. Seeing Elliot and Dean standing there made her feel awkward, but she pushed the feeling aside. She grabbed her bag and began to pack up her things for the night.
Elliot watched through the blinds, his gaze fixed on the scene playing out in the outer office. He saw Dean approach Olivia, his body language casual and relaxed.
Dean sauntered over to Olivia, his expression easygoing as he leaned against her desk.
He flashed her a charming smile, his eyes sparkling with confidence. "Hey there, Olivia. Still working hard, I see."
"Hey Dean. Actually, no, I'm getting ready to head home." Says Olivia, smiling at him.
"Do you need a ride home?" Ask Dean
"No thanks, I'm actually walking home. I don't live to far from here." Olivia flashes him a smile.
"Are you sure? I could give you a ride home. It's getting dark out, and it would be dangerous for a beautiful lady like yourself to be walking home alone."
"I'll be fine, Dean. I've walked home plenty of times before. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." Says Olivia, still masking a smile
"Well, at least let me walk you out. It's the least I can do since you won't let me drive you home." Dean says, flashing a smile.
Olivia hesitated for a moment, knowing that it was probably a bad idea to agree to let Dean walk her out. But she didn't want to cause a scene, so she reluctantly agreed. "Okay, fine. You can walk me out, but just to the front door. No funny business, alright?"
He chuckled softly, trying to appear nonchalant. "Of course, sweetheart. I wouldn't dream of pulling anything on a beautiful lady like yourself. I'm a perfect gentleman, really."
Elliot watched through the blinds as Olivia and Dean walked out of the office together. He clenched his jaw, feeling a burst of jealousy and anger bubbling up inside of him. He didn't trust Dean, not one bit.
He tried to shake off the negative emotions, telling himself that there was nothing going on between them. But he couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about, and he was annoyed at not being able to hear their conversation.
Elliot was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of a knock on his office door. He quickly composed himself as he called out, "Come in."
The door opened, and Brian stepped inside, holding a stack of papers in hand.
Cassidy looked around, confused, and noticed Olivia's desk seemed empty. She figured Olivia must have left early.
She turned back to Elliot and handed him the stack of papers. "Yeah, I figured I'd just give them to you instead since Olivia's not here."
Elliot's expression darkened as he mentioned Olivia walking out with Dean. His jealousy spiked again, but he tried not to let it show.
"Yeah, I saw them. I was in my office working when they left."
Cassidy sighed in frustration, her suspicions confirmed. She knew there was something going on between Olivia and Dean, even if Olivia had tried to deny it.
She gave a resigned chuckle, shaking her head. "Yeah, go figure. It figures that she would cancel our date and just to be friends just to go off with that charismatic idiot." Cassidy says.
But little did Cassidy know that charmastic idiot was Elliot. Elliot's mind was racing as he overheard Cassidy's words. He tried to push away the jealous thoughts that were swirling in his head, but they persisted. He silently mused to himself; that's why she was talking to Cassidy. Why couldn't Olivia just tell him that instead of trying to push his buttons?
""Well, thanks for the papers I will give them to Olivia tomorrow, but you are free to go home." Says Elliot.
""Hanks Cap, goodnight." Cassidy says, walking off.
Elliot decided he had a rough day and could go for a drink. Elliot hailed a taxi and told the driver the destination. Soon, he arrived at the bar and was brainstorming inside.
Elliot was drowning his frustration in drink after drink, trying to numb his emotions and forget about Olivia.
That's when a woman approached him, a sultry smile on her lips. She leaned against the bar next to him, her body language inviting.
""Hey there, handsome. Looks like you could use some company tonight." Says a random woman.
The woman looked surprised at EElliot's abrupt rejection, her smile faltering for a moment.
She tried to maintain her flirty demeanor, but EElliot'scold's response had clearly thrown her off.
"h, come on, handsome. I promise you to have a good time with me."She inched closer to him, her hand resting on his arm.
"I said I'm not interested," Elliot said firmly.
The woman pouted as Elliot stood up and began to leave. She had expected a more welcoming response, but Elliot was in no mood for games tonight. Elliot exhaled a deep breath. The alcohol had numbed his emotions a bit.
Elliot walked through the deserted streets, the cool night air nipping at his skin. He felt a bit better after the drinks, but his thoughts were still a mess. He arrived at his apartment building and trudged up the stairs to his unit. Opening the door, he collapsed onto the couch, his mind still racing with jealousy and anger. Falling asleep on the couch.
Elliot groaned as he woke up on the couch, sunlight streaming through the windows. His head felt like it was going to explode, and he winced as he stood up from the couch. He stumbled into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, trying to wake himself up. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror and winced again at the sight of his disheveled appearance. Elliot managed to make himself presentable, although he still looked a little worse for wear. He slipped on his usual suit and tie, running his fingers through his messy hair.
He glanced at the time and swore under his breath. He was already running late for work.
Olivia sat at her desk, her thoughts swirling as she waited for Elliot to arrive. It was unlike him to be late, and she was starting to worry that something had happened. She glanced at the clock on her computer, tapping her pen impatiently against her desk. Where was he?
"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up. What's the matter? You overslept your alarm clock, boss man?"Says Munch
Elliot grumbled at Munch's comment and shot back with a biting retort.
""you know, Munch, I have plenty of choice words to describe you right now, but I save them for later.""
He stalked off to his office, not bothering to give Munch another glance. Closing the door behind him, he sank into his chair, rubbing his temples in frustration.
Olivia glanced towards Elliot's office, concern etched across her face. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with him. He seemed especially ticked off today, and she wondered if it had anything to do with her.
She shook her head, trying to focus on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Elliot and his strange behavior. Elliot noticed her glance. He got up and closed the blinds.
Olivia's eyes went wide as the red-headed woman from the club walked into the office. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. If was the woman he was flirting with the same night they had sex. Olivia clenched her fists, fighting the urge to march over there and confront them both. She knew she would look like an idiot if she did, so she grits her teeth and tries to focus on her work.