The room is steeped in shadows, awash with the soft glow of the sun. Olivia has an hour before she needs to wake up. The air hangs heavy, still carrying the faint scent of their passionate encounter earlier. Elliot and Olivia lie entwined, their bodies drenched in a thin layer of sweat, the sheets tangling around them. As the night wears on, their breathing slows, signaling a deep and peaceful sleep.
Olivia stirs restlessly, her breath quickening slightly as she enters a new dream state. Her lips part softly, emitting a delicate moan, unaware of the effect her sleeping form has on her partner.
Elliot's eyes flicker open, a spark of desire igniting within him at the sound. He reaches out, his hand gently caressing her cheek, marveling at her beauty even in sleep. Elliot's gaze darkens with a possessive hunger as he watches her.
Slowly, he lets his hand trail down her neck, his fingertips gliding over her silky skin, enjoying the feel of her against him. He lets his fingers trace the outline of her collarbone, drawing imaginary lines on her body as his breath quickens. His desire for her knows no bounds, and he yearns to taste her once more. With deliberate slowness, Elliot inches downward, his breath ghosting over her sensitive skin, causing her to shiver unknowingly in her sleep.
Her breasts rise and fall with each steady breath, enticing him further. He pauses, admiring swell of her breasts, before letting his tongue dart out to taste her, laving attention to her soft mounds. His mouth trails lower, leaving a wet trail as he goes, enjoying the way her skin tastes—clean, with a hint of the scent of their sex still lingering. He nuzzles his face between her thighs, inhaling deeply the essence of her arousal. Elliot spreads her legs gently, reveling in the way she opens herself to him even as she sleeps, unconsciously willing and wanting.
His tongue flickers out, tasting her, lapping at her warmth. He moans softly at the sweet nectar that coats his tongue, unable to get enough of her flavor. Elliot eats hungrily, his tongue probing, flicking, and teasing, eliciting tiny responses from her. Her hips buck subtly, and she emits a soft whimper, unknowingly encouraging him to continue his intimate feast. Olivia's pussy is sleek and swollen from their earlier activities, making it all the more enticing for Elliot. He delves into her, his tongue dipping into her wet heat, savoring her musky taste. He laps at her eagerly, his tongue flat and broad, coating her with his saliva, preparing her for his upcoming penetration. Elliot groans, his cock throbbing with need as he feasts on her sleeping form.
He lets his thumbs part her tender lips, exposing her clit, which he teases with short, sharp flicks of his tongue, relishing the way her body responds. Her hips twitch, and her hands clutch the sheets, crumpling them in her fists as he works, her body reacting instinctively to his skilled mouth. His tongue works its magic, swirling and circling, providing a relentless assault on her senses. Elliot feels her body tighten, her pussy clenching as her juices flow freely, coating his face.
He doesn't relent, continuing to tongue-fuck her, his fingers now joining, slipping inside her, scissoring, and stretching her as his thumb rubs tiny circles over her clit. Olivia's breath hitches as she nears another peak, her body betraying her with its responsiveness. Elliot can sense she is close, and he sucks her clit gently between his lips, tugging and nibbling.
Olivia stirred her eyes in a lazy morning gaze, meeting Elliot's eager blue eyes. His face was buried between her thighs, his tongue tracing lazy patterns on her sensitive skin. She let out a soft moan as the pleasure hit her, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. The sun shone through the window, warming her skin, as she felt the wetness of his mouth on her pussy.
"Fuck, Elliot," she breathed, her voice hoarse with sleep and desire. "You're eating me out like there's no tomorrow."
He looked up, his eyes glittering with lust and a hint of possessiveness. "There might not be, baby. Make the most of it." His voice was thick with passion, and he nuzzled her thigh, sending shivers up her spine.
Olivia's heart raced as she realized the truth of his words. In an hour, she'd be leaving town for weeks, and they both knew it could be a month before they saw each other again. She had to make this count.
Then don't stop, please. I want to feel you everywhere. Make me cum on that mouth of yours."
Elliot obliged, diving back into her core with enthusiasm. He lapped at her eagerly, his tongue teasing her clit, circling and flicking it, driving her wild. Olivia writhed beneath him, her hips bucking involuntarily as he suckled and nibbled, his beard tickling her sensitive skin.
She could feel his passion, his need to mark her, to brand her as his own. And she wanted it, craved the feeling of belonging to him, even if it was just for this moment. Her fingers gripped his hair tighter, guiding him to a relentless rhythm that was building her pleasure higher and higher.
As he devoured her, his hands wandered, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He explored her body like a man starving, and she loved every second of it. Her moans filled the room, mixing with the wet sounds of his mouth on her pussy, creating a symphony of pure, unadulterated lust.
"Oh God, Elliot, right there!" she cried out, her breath quickening. "Don't stop, I'm so close. Gonna cum so hard on that tongue of yours."
Elliot moaned in response, the vibration sending Olivia over the edge. She cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She could feel him lapping up her juices, milking her through her climax, prolonging her case until she was begging him for mercy.
Finally, her body relaxed, spent, and satisfied. Elliot kissed his way back up her body, his lips brushing against her swollen, sensitive skin. He nuzzled her neck, placing soft kisses along her jawline.
"That was incredible," she whispered, her fingers tracing his scalp gently. "But I want more. I want to feel you inside me before I have to go."
He looked into her eyes, his gaze intense. "Then take me, Olivia. Ride me hard and make it count."
Olivia positioned herself above him, guiding his rock-hard cock into her waiting pussy. She sank down slowly, moaning as he filled her completely. Once she had adjusted to his size, she began to move, rising and falling, grinding her hips in circles.
Their eyes remained locked, blue meeting brown, as they moved in perfect sync. Elliot reached up, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, her hair cascading down her back.
"That's it, baby, ride me like you mean it," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Show me how much you want it."
Olivia quickened her pace, her breath coming in gasps as she bounced on his lap, his cock hitting all the right spots. Her juices were flowing freely, coating his shaft as she slid up and down, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge again.
Elliot's hands wandered down to grip her ass, helping guide her movements as he thrust upward to meet her. The bed creaked in rhythm with their passionate dance, the sound of their frantic breathing and slick flesh filling the room.
"Cum with me, Elliot," she panted, leaning forward, her breasts brushing his chest. "I want to feel you explode inside me."
His eyes rolled back as she spoke, and with a few more forceful thrusts, he tensed beneath her. "Fuck, Olivia, I'm gonna fill that tight pussy up," he groaned, his voice strained.
As if on cue, her own orgasm took her by surprise, crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking as she rode out the intense pleasure, feeling him pulsate inside her, marking her as his.
They lay entangled, catching their breath, their bodies glistening with sweat in the morning sunlight. Elliot tenderly brushed the hair from her face, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Now that's how you make a proper goodbye," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction.
Olivia felt a pang of sadness as Elliot expressed his reluctance to say goodbye. She, too, dreaded the thought of being apart from him, but she knew they needed to talk about what their relationship meant.
"I know," she replied, her voice soft. "But this is good for my career, and I want French toast." Olivia says hitting him with a pillow
"Hey, what was that for?" Elliot protested, rubbing his head playfully where the pillow had hit.
"I just want some French toast; don't judge me," Olivia said with a grin, grabbing the pillow and swatting him again.
Elliot chuckled and held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I yield!" he said with a smile. "Anything you want, just no more pillow attacks," he joked, rolling out of bed and stretching.
Olivia smiled, pleased with herself. "Good," she said. "Now go make me some French toast, my personal chef."
"Anything for you my personal slut." Elliot smirks
Olivia couldn't help but roll her eyes at Elliot's playful comment. "Oh, really now? Is that how we're defining our roles?" she said with a smirk.
Elliot chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Hey, I'm just stating the facts," he said. "You're my personal... well, you. And I'm your personal chef." Elliot laughs as they both get dressed.
Elliot scooped Olivia up with ease, throwing her over his shoulder as she squealed with laughter. He carried her into the kitchen, still wearing only his sweatpants.
"Alright, my lady, your French toast awaits," he said, setting her down on the countertop before turning to start making breakfast. Olivia watched as Elliot moved around the kitchen.
Elliot hummed a tune as he worked, scrambling the eggs and laying the slices of bread on the griddle. The kitchen was filled with the delightful aroma of cooking food.
"You know, you're pretty cute when you're perched on my countertop like that," he said, glancing over his shoulder at Olivia.
Olivia rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, shut up and keep cooking," she retorted, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Elliot chuckled, turning back to the French toast. "As you wish, my lady," he said with exaggerated formality. He flipped the golden slices of bread, watching as they cooked to perfection. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the sound of sizzling butter and the fragrance of freshly cooked French toast.
Olivia watched him work, taking in his muscular back and the way he confidently maneuvered around the small kitchen.
Elliot plated the French toast and carried it over to Olivia, setting it in front of her with a flourish. "Freshly cooked breakfast, just for you," he said, giving her a grin.
Olivia looked down at the golden slices of toast, the top one dotted with a dollop of fresh strawberry fruit spread. "This looks incredible," she said, her mouth watering at the sight.
Elliot watched as Olivia took a bite of the French toast, her eyes widening with pleasure. He leaned against the counter, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"Good, right?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Olivia nodded, her mouth full. "Mmm," she hummed in agreement. "You're quite the chef, I'll give you that."
"Thanks, Liv, but it's just French toast. Anyone can make it." Elliot laughs
"Mm not like you Stabler. This is the best I've had yet, and I'm still trying to make it without burning it." Olivia laughs
Olivia finished the last bite of her French toast, the taste of cinnamon and vanilla still lingering on her tongue. She glanced up at Elliot, a small smile on her lips. "That was amazing," she told him, sliding off the countertop. "Thank you." she grins.With a sly grin, she walked toward the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower," she said over her shoulder.
Elliot watched as Olivia sauntered toward the bathroom, his eyes trailing over her form appreciatively. "Don't take too long," he called out playfully. "I might have to come in after you."
Olivia chuckled, pausing at the bathroom door. She looked back over her shoulder, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Is that a threat... or a promise?" she asked slyly, a smirk playing on her lips.
Elliot leaned against the counter, a cocky grin on his face. "Oh, it's definitely a promise," he replied, his voice dripping with desire.
He watched as Olivia disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing behind her with a soft click. Elliot let out a low whistle as he watched Olivia's curvy frame disappear into the bathroom. His heart raced as he anticipated what was to come. The morning's passionate send-off had only whetted their appetites, and now, with a few stolen moments left before her departure, they intended to savor every touch, every kiss, and every forbidden pleasure.
Leaning against the counter, he imagined her in the shower, the hot water running down her slender body, her brown hair plastered to her delicate frame. He pictured her soaping herself up, those long fingers drifting over her sensitive skin, and he knew she was thinking of him, just as he was of her.
The anticipation was killing him. He strode toward the bathroom, unable to keep away. Pausing outside the door, he listened to the soft sounds of the shower, picturing her within. His dick hardened at the thought of joining her, their bodies intertwining under the warm spray. Unable to resist, he turned the handle and pushed the door open a crack, a cloud of steam escaping into the cooler air of the bedroom.
There she was, just as he'd imagined, her body illuminated by the diffused light shining through the steamed-up window. Her eyes were closed; her head tilted back in pleasure as the water massaged her shoulders. He stepped inside, careful not to make a sound, and closed the door softly behind him. Moving quietly, he approached her, taking in the sight of her naked, glistening form. His breath quickened as he reached out, gently tracing a droplet of water rolling down her spine with his finger.
Olivia's eyes snapped open at his touch, and she turned to face him, a smile spreading across her face. "I thought you might come looking for me," she said, her voice sultry and inviting.
"How could I not?" he murmured, reaching out to pull her close.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling together as the warm water cascaded over them. Elliot's hands roamed her slick body, cupping her breasts and teasing her erect nipples, while Olivia moaned into his mouth, her hands grasping at his buttocks, pulling him closer.
Breaking the kiss, Elliot trailed kisses along her jawline and down her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. "Turn around, Liv," he whispered hoarsely. "Let me wash that gorgeous hair of yours."
She did as he asked, presenting her back to him, her head tilted forward. Elliot reached for the shampoo, pouring a generous amount into his palm before working it into her hair, massaging her scalp with strong, skilled fingers. Olivia sighed in pleasure, her eyes closing as she leaned into his touch.
As he rinsed the shampoo from her hair, his hands never left her, drifting down her arms and then back up to cup her breasts once more.
His thumbs brushed her nipples, now pebbled and tight, and he grinned against her ear as he heard her sharp intake of breath. "Sensitive, aren't we?" he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Mmm, always after a good fucking," she replied, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Especially when it's you doing the fucking."
"Damn right, it's me," he growled, his tone possessive as his hand snaked down her flat stomach to find her swollen pussy. She was already wet, her juices flowing freely, and he circled her clit gently, earning a soft whimper from her.
"So fucking wet, Olivia. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
"What did I do to you?" she repeated with a mock, innocent tone in her voice. "Why don't you show me, Elliot?"
He moved his hand away from her aching core, eliciting a protest from her, but then he stepped back, turning her to face him. He shut off the shower, wrapping a towel around her before doing the same for himself. Then he took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, where the sun shone brightly through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room.
Olivia lay on the bed, watching as Elliot rummaged through the drawers for something. "What are you looking for?" she asked, curious.
He turned a small bottle of massage oil in his hand. "This," he said, a devilish grin on his face. "I want to take care of you, relax those tense muscles, and give you some pleasure before you have to leave."
Her eyes widened in delight. "Oh, wow, you're full of surprises."
"Always aiming to please," he said, moving toward her, the bottle cradled in his hand. "Now, lie back and let me work my magic."
She did as she was told, anticipating the feel of his strong hands on her body. He poured the oil onto his palms, rubbing them together to warm them, and then began to massage her shoulders and arms, working the oil into her skin with slow, deliberate strokes. Olivia groaned in pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his firm touch.
"That feels incredible," she breathed, her body melting into the mattress.
Elliot said nothing and merely continued his skilled massage, moving down her body, over her breasts, and then down to her abdomen, where he applied gentle pressure, circling his hands in a relaxing rhythm. As he worked, Olivia's mind wandered to the night before, when he'd taken her hard and passionately, claiming her body as his own. Now, he was gentle and caring, tending to her with such tenderness that it brought tears to her eyes.
This man affected her like no other, and she knew at that moment that their connection went far beyond the physical.
His fingers drifted lower, skirting the edges of her sex, teasing her mercilessly. Olivia bit her lip, her breath quickening as she waited for his touch.
"Patience, baby," he murmured, his thumbs now pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. "I want to take my time with you."
And he did. With relentless tenderness, he caressed her body, exploring every curve and hollow with his hands. His thumbs pressed into the delicate skin of her inner thighs, easing her legs apart as he worked his way ever closer to her center. Finally, his fingers brushed her swollen lips, finding her wetness once more. He teased her, stroking her gently, circling her clit with feather-light touches that had her arching her back and begging for more.
"Please, Elliot," she panted. "More..."
"As you wish," he whispered, sliding a finger inside her heart. Olivia cried out, her body tensing as he stroked her slowly, adding a second finger. He scissored and stretched her, preparing her for what was to come. His thumb found her clit, circling and rubbing it in time with his fingers' thrusts.
"Elliot... oh God, I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her hands grasping at the sheets.
"Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let go."
And she did, crying out his name as her body convulsed in pleasure, waves of bliss washing over her. Elliot continued his skilled touch, milking her orgasm for all it was worth, drawing out the sensations until she was spent, her body limp and satisfied beneath him.
As her breathing slowed, he kissed her neck softly, his fingers withdrawing from her pussy. "That's one," he whispered, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"One?" she repeated, turning her head to look at him, confusion written on her face.
"Mhm," he said, reaching for a condom from the nightstand. "Now I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, make you cum again, and then you have to leave. Sound like a plan?"
Olivia's eyes widened, and she laughed, a joyful sound that filled the room. "It's a perfect plan," she said, pulling him down for a kiss. "Just perfect."
Positioning himself at her entrance. As he thrust into her, slow and deep, Olivia moaned, her body welcoming him home.
"Damn, you feel so good," he growled, his eyes shutting tight as he relished the sensation of being enveloped by her heat once more.
They moved in sync, a graceful, passionate dance driven by their urgent need for each other. Every thrust ignited a blaze of pleasure that spread throughout their bodies, their mouths meeting in a desperate kiss as their passion peaked.
Olivia matched his pace, her hips moving in perfect harmony with his. "Harder, Elliot," she begged, her nails digging into his back. "I want to feel you everywhere."
He obliged, quickening the pace, his hands grasping her hips as he drove into her with purpose. The bed creaked in rhythm with their lovemaking; the sound of their labored breathing and the slick noise of their joining filled the air.
Their passion soared, their sweat-slicked bodies moving as one until, with a final, powerful thrust, they found their release together. Elliot groaned her name, his entire body tensing as he filled the condom, while Olivia cried out, her pussy pulsating around him as another orgasm rocked her.
Spent, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, their hearts pounding and breath ragged. Elliot withdrew gently, disposing of the pulling Olivia into his arms, where she belonged.
As they lay there, sated and satisfied, the sunlight streaming through the window, they knew their time was up. "Until next time. I know you know I can't have my phone on me so I'll see you when I come. Back." she whispered softly.
"Absolutely," he replied, his blue eyes boring into hers with unwavering intensity. "I'll be counting the days," Elliot says as Olivia walks him out the door.
Elliot walks out the door, waving goodbye. He stops dead in his tracks. Olivia was confused, watching him walk away. Elliot turns around and stalks towards Olivia, closing the distance between them. He lifted his hands to her cheeks, cradling her face in his palms. His thumbs caressed her skin as he looked into her eyes for a moment, his gaze filled with desire and hunger. Then, unable to resist any longer, he leaned in and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, seeking out every spot that made her moan and shiver.
Elliot pulled away from the kiss, his body reluctantly tearing itself away from hers. He gave her a slow, satisfied smile, his eyes scanning over her flushed cheeks and messy hair. "See you later," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. Dean waited patiently by the car. As he texted Olivia, he was outside. Leaning against it with his arms crossed. He watched as Elliot walked out of Olivia's apartment, a satisfied grin on his face. Elliot didn't notice Dean, his mind clearly preoccupied. Olivia came out of the apartment building, her suitcases in hand.
Dean watched as she loaded her luggage into the trunk of the car, his mind working as he observed her. He knew something had happened between her and Elliot, but he didn't push the issue. Once her luggage was secured in the car, Olivia climbed into the passenger seat, and Dean started the ignition, pulling out onto the road. Olivia had tried to stay awake, but her body betrayed her. The soft hum of the car and the smooth movement of the vehicle lulled her into a doze. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her head began to droop.
The sound of Dean's voice faded into the background as she succumbed to sleep, resting her head against the car window. Dean chuckled to himself as he glanced over at Olivia, who was fast asleep in the passenger seat. Her head was lolled against the window, her mouth slightly open.
He smirked to himself, thinking about the situation between Olivia and Elliot. "Looks like Elliot must've worn you out," he muttered under his breath.
Olivia stirred from her sleep, her eyes slowly opening as the car continued to rumble down the highway. It took her a moment to orient herself, and then she started bombarding Dean with questions.
"Are we in Oregon yet? How far are we? What time is it? Is it almost lunchtime? Do we need to stop for gas? Can I have a
French toast?" Ask Olivia
"Does your captain find you annoying as much as I do?" Ask Dean
"I hope not." Olivia giggles. Olivia's face lit up at the mention of Elliot's name. She was still grinning like a lovesick fool, lost in her thoughts about him.
Dean noticed Olivia's dreamy expression and couldn't help but be curious. He had a feeling something had happened between her and Elliot, and he couldn't resist asking.
"So," he prodded, his voice casual. "What happened between you and Elliot? I saw him leaving your apartment this morning."
Olivia tried to keep her expression neutral, but she knew Dean was too astute to be fooled. She quickly came up with a lie.
"Nothing," she replied, her voice a bit too quick and dismissive. "He just stopped by to say hi. We hung out for a bit, that's all."
Dean had known all along that something had happened between Olivia and Elliot, and he couldn't help but smirk as Olivia finally admitted it.
"I knew it," he said, his voice laced with playful triumph. "I could tell from the moment I saw you this morning. You practically had 'I just got laid' written all over your face."
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice sincere. "I should've been more honest with you. I did like you, I really did. But Elliot...he's complicated. We're complicated. And I let myself get carried away."
Dean's expression softened, and he gave Olivia a smile. "Okay, look, it's fine. I understand. You have feelings for Elliot, and I don't want to cause any trouble between you two. Plus, you're single, so no need to apologize." He paused, then added with a chuckle, "And I would prefer if Elliot didn't kick my ass, so it's probably for the best."
Olivia chuckled, feeling relieved that Dean wasn't upset. She playfully teased him, lightening the mood. "So, does this mean you didn't invite me to work with you just to get into my pants?" she joked, her tone light and cheeky.
Dean laughed, his eyebrows raising in mock surprise.
"Damn, you got me," he replied, playing along with her joke. "You saw right through my evil plan." Dean laughs
They finally arrive in Oregon.
"Alright, Persephone James, let's do this." Says Dean.
The team definitely felt the absence of Olivia. The past week had been unusually quiet and subdued without her fiery personality to liven things up. Even Elliot, couldn't get Olivia out of his head.
Munch, the ever-perceptive team member, entered Elliot's office and noticed that his friend seemed distracted and lost in thought. Munch knew exactly what was on Elliot's mind.
"Missing Olivia, aren't we?" Munch said, smirking at Elliot's distracted state.
Elliot's cheeks flushed slightly as Munch spoke, but he tried to play coy. "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, his voice flat. "I'm just...thinking about work, that's all."
Munch chuckled, seeing right through Elliot's lie.
"Thinking about 'work,' huh? You've been staring off into space for the past 10 minutes. Don't bother lying; we all know you miss Olivia."
Elliot's voice was low and quiet as he responded to Munch's comment. His tone was tinged with frustration and longing.
"Fine, I do miss her, okay?" he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's not just as a coworker. I miss her in...other ways too."
Munch raised an eyebrow, a knowing grin on his face. He had suspected there was something more between Elliot and Olivia, and now he was sure of it.
"I knew there was something going on between you two. So, do you have feelings for her?" Munch asked, his smirk growing wider. Elliot's expression was serious and intense as he spoke to Munch. He knew he was opening himself up to vulnerability by admitting his feelings for Olivia, and he didn't want anyone else to know.
"Yes, Munch, I do," he confessed. "I think I might be in love with her. And if you tell anyone about this, I will kick your boney ass, got it?"
"My lips are sealed," he said, his smirk growing wider. "I won't breathe a word about your mushy feelings for Olivia."
Alex was frustrated and disappointed. He had been trying to get in touch with his best friend, Olivia, but she wasn't answering his calls. He stormed into Elliot and Munch's office, demanding an explanation.
"Where is my best friend?" She exclaimed, pointing a finger at Elliot and Munch. "And why isn't she answering my calls?! I haven't been able to speak to her lately, and I've been so caught up in cases!" Alex, let's put a heavy sigh
Elliot gave Alex a firm look, his expression calm but stern. You know the rules, Alex," he said, his tone no-nonsense. "I can't tell you where Olivia is." Says Elliot
Elliot's expression hardened as he found himself being grabbed by Alex, who was furious and desperate to find out where Olivia was.
"Munch out now I need speak to Elliot," Alex says firmly. Which caused Munch to bolt out
"Alex, calm down," Elliot responded, his voice firm and unwavering. "I can't tell you where she is, and threatening me isn't going to change that. It's classified information, and I'm bound by law and protocol to keep it confidential."
Alex's grip on Elliot's shirt tightened, his anger and worry boiling over. "Elliot, you better tell me where Olivia is, or I swear to god I will kick your ass," she growled, his voice filled with determination and rage. "I don't care if it's classified or not. I need to know where she is, and you're going to tell me right now!"
"Okay, fine. But this is highly confidential information, and you cannot leave this room," he warned Alex before continuing. "She's undercover right now with a colleague named Dean. I can't tell you the specifics of where she is or what she's working on, but I can assure you she's fine."
Alex couldn't hold back a chuckle when he heard that Olivia was working with Dean, the man they had encountered at the bar.
"Dean, huh? That guy from the bar?" he smirked. "I'm surprised you let her go with him. He seemed like a real charmer."
"Yeah. Yeah." Elliot says, rolling his eyes
Alex tried to rile Elliot up by teasing him about Olivia and Dean, hoping to get a rise out of him. Deep down, she knew that Olivia had feelings for Elliot, but she hadn't told anyone about them.
"Maybe she'll finally get what she needs with Dean," Alex said, a sly grin on his face. "You know, some romance and dick." Alex laughs
Elliot gritted his teeth, fighting to keep his composure as Alex's words hit a nerve. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to control his emotions.
"Yeah. Yeah, Dean's a real charmer." Elliot growled. Thinking to himself, Olivia wouldn't do stuff with Dean while she was gone would she? No, they shared a connection. No, Elliot, stop acting stupid, but you're both single, and you don't even know what this is. Elliot's thoughts were interrupted by Casey coming in.
Casey's eyes widened as she walked into the room and saw Alex. Her breath caught in her throat, and she found herself mesmerized by his appearance. "Whoa," she muttered under her breath, her gaze fixed on Alex.
"Hey Casey. This is Alex, our other Ada. Alex, Casey." Says Elliot
"Nice to meet you Casey! Wish I could stay in chat, but I got some cases to work on." Alex flashes them both a smile and walks out.
Elliot chuckled to himself as he watched Casey's reaction to Alex's departure. He could tell that she was swooning over him and couldn't help but tease her about it.
"You couldn't have been more obvious if you tried," he said, a smirk on his face.
Casey turned to Elliot with a smirk on her face, clearly enjoying the banter.
"Oh, shut up, Elliot," she replied, her tone playful. "And where's your girlfriend? Oh, that's right, she's away, I see."
A hint of pink crept into Elliot's cheeks at Casey's teasing comment. He tried to brush it off with a casual tone, but his emotions betrayed him.
"Yeah, confidential information," he responded, clearing his throat nervously. "And she's not my girlfriend."
Casey's smirk widened as she prodded Elliot about his feelings for Olivia. She could see right through him."But you want her to be, don't you?" Casey said, her tone suggestive. "You want Olivia to be your girlfriend. Come on, you can't deny it."
"Okay, fine, yes I do. I will talk to her when she comes back, but I doubt she feels about wanting a relationship with me, who's old enough to be her dad." Says Elliot, sounding disappointed
"Elliot she's thirsty years old. Old enough to make her choices, I see behind her eyes jealous she gets I speak to you. Women know women. Have you told her I was into women yet, and from my looks she's into you." Says Casey
"No, I haven't even noticed…" Elliot says
"Of course not, dumbass." Casey laughs
knock knock*
The sound of knocking interrupted their conversation, and Elliot looked up to see Dani standing in the doorway. "Come in," Elliot called out, quickly composing himself.
Dani Beck walked into the room, a friendly smile on her face. She introduced herself, exuding confidence and eagerness. "Hello, I'm Dani," she said, her eyes scanning the room as she spoke. "I'm the new hire, pleased to meet you all."
Elliot pointed out the desk that would be Dani's for the time being and explained that she would be partnered with Fin for the next two weeks. "This will be your desk for now," he said, his tone friendly yet professional. "And your partner will be Fin for the next two weeks. When the time comes to make any changes, I'll be sure to let you know."
Everyone, this is our new hire, Dani. Filling in for Liv. Make her feel welcome, and Fin, she's your partner for now." Elliot says
Fin nods and motions for Dani to follow him.
"Alright, come with me," Fin says, a smile on his face. "I'll show you the ropes and get you acquainted with how things work around here."