Her hand slid down his arm flirtatiously. "Hey," she grinned as she settled into the barstool next to him.
The bartender eyed her suspiciously but remained silent. She turned her attention back to Elliot. "Buy me a drink?" Elliot motioned to the bartender and he turned to pour her a drink.
"Liv," he said under his breath, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"Did you ditch your wire?"
"Well yeah. They were doing a search, I obviously had to ditch it."
She rolled her eyes. "Well you scared the hell out of everyone."
The bartender's eyes flicked back to them, and she dropped her hand to his knee, and leaned in, whispering in his ear seductively, "How are we supposed to keep track of you." She kissed his jaw flirtatiously, trying to keep their conversation under wraps. "Find anything?" she kissed his neck and she could hear his breathing quicken.
He obviously picked up on her impromptu cover. His hand ran down the length of her back, settling on her hip. "Not really," he breathed. He kissed the base of her neck, as she leaned over him slightly.
She was having difficulty keeping it together. "Let's get you out of here for the night," she whispered in his ear, dropping a lingering kiss on his cheek.
His hands ran down the sides of her body, "They already searched me. I need to build a little more trust."
"El," She complained quietly, flicking her hair flirtatiously. "I don't like the vibe I'm getting. That bartender makes me nervous."
He smirked before pulling her hips towards him, forcing her to settle on his lap. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He was obviously enjoying this too much. She was sure Jet and Ayanna were getting quite the show at this point. She was wired since Elliot stupidly pulled his.
"He's a criminal Liv." His lips were on her neck. She tried to keep her breathing even. The last thing she needed was her heavy breathing caught on audio. "He's going to make you nervous."
She drank the drink the bartender placed in front of her. "What are you trying to accomplish tonight?" She dropped her arms around his shoulders.
His hand slid up her thigh. "I need to get into that back room."
She laughed flirtatiously, still selling the cover. "Then let's get you back there. Her eyes gripped his and he seemed to understand what they needed to do next.
-000-
"Should we be concerned at how good they are at this?" Asked Jet.
"Uh…" Ayanna didn't know how to answer that. The typical one should be sufficient, "They were partners for a long time. They know how to read each other and play the part." That was bullshit and she knew it. They were good at this because it wasn't an act.
Jet eyed her skeptically, "Sorry sarge, Elliot's your sorta partner and there is no way in hell you two could pull this kind of thing off," she said, motioning at the monitors.
They watched Olivia slide off Elliot's lap and tug on his hand and motion towards a hallway. The van door slid open and Jamie popped in. "Reyes and Muncy still have the perimeter. Did Benson pull him?" His eyes drifted to the screen and widened a little.
Ayanna focused her attention back on the monitors and dropped her head into one hand. This was going to be a headache. Olivia and Elliot were definitely engaging in some very non-platonic behaviors while stumbling down the back hallway. Well. That's one way to get this done. She thought.
-000-
Elliot was trying to figure out how to keep his mind on accessing the back room and not grabbing Olivia's ass. Their bartender friend didn't seem to suspect anything when Olivia dragged Elliot towards the bathrooms and that back room. He even gave Elliot a knowing grin as he stumbled after Liv, keeping his hands all over her.
But now they had to sell it, which wouldn't be hard, the stopping was what he worried about. Once in the hall she gripped his shirt and pulled him towards her. She kissed him softly, probably a little too softly for what was supposed to be a passionate hookup.
She pulled her lips away from his, "What room are we shooting for?" She breathed against his lips.
Having a work conversation with his hands all over her felt weird . He kissed her hard, pressing her back into the wall, her hands slid around his neck as she returned the more passionate kiss. He pulled back and let his lips roam her neck. "Third door down I think."
His stomach leaped when she nipped at his earlobe, "maybe we need to get ourselves closer." Her voice dropped to a deep whisper.
"Yeah," he agreed breathlessly. She grinned as she untucked his shirt while her lips continued to engage his. His hands gripped at her lower back, trying to keep them away from where they wanted to be. He staggered backwards, inching them closer to the door.
He clenched his jaw as he stifled a groan when Olivia's hands ran up his shirt and pressed into his abdominal muscles. He was very aware this whole encounter was being recorded and viewed live by his colleagues.
He ran his mouth down her neck, and pushed her back into the wall closest to the door. "Can you reach the door knob?" Judging by her breathing, she was as keyed up as he was.
He kissed her behind her ear, "Yeah."
Her arms slid back around his neck, "Alright," she sounded breathless as she pressed into him deeply, "Lift me and let's get in there."
He nodded and she wrapped one leg around him and his hands slid over her ass, lifting her into his arms, staggering backwards and reaching for the doorknob behind him.
-000-
"I feel really weird watching this." Jet's voice clearly displayed her discomfort.
"Don't we all," Ayanna muttered under her breath. Knowing that much of the scene in front of them was real.
"Yeahhhh." Jamie backed up and slid the van door back open. "I'm gonna go help out Velasco and Muncy…"
Jet glared at him as he shut the door. "We are going to be able to cut most of this right?"
"Yeah, honestly we only need to see footage of what's in that back room." Ayanna hoped they got there soon because this was getting a little uncomfortable.
-000-
Elliot opened the door and backed through the door, still kissing Olivia wildly. Once the door softly closed he slowly lowered her feet to the floor. Once he was sure she had her balance he withdrew his hands and they both quickly caught their breath before turning to explore the room. They needed to work quickly, before anyone noticed their absence from the hall.
Behind a half wall they quickly found what they were looking for. Olivia tried to make a wide visual sweep. Beyond the obvious drug operation, signs of human trafficking were also apparent. She made sure to walk close up to the brinks of drugs hiding inconspicuously behind crates of alcohol. Tucked behind the crates and drugs were cuffs and chains, as well as a collection of bodily fluids that would need to be swabbed.
"Do you think we have what we need?"
"Yes," he answered, and added "Let's get the hell out of here. They came around the half wall and startled when the sound of the door knob moving surprised them both. Olivia's eyes frantically found Elliot's, and he quickly pushed her against the wall. His lips were instantly on hers as he yanked her shirt up, just below her bra line, high enough to sell the cover. It took all her self control to keep a pleasured groan from escaping her lips as his rough hands pressed deeply into her bare skin.
His lips were low on her collarbone when the door flew open and the bartender pushed in, hand on the pistol secured at his waist.
Elliot kept his hands on her, but they both turned, acting surprised at being 'caught'.
"What the hell man?!" Elliot feigned anger.
"You can't be back here." The bartender said roughly. "Get out."
Elliot grabbed Olivia's hand, practically dragging her away. Once the door shut behind them, the bartender gave Elliot a knowing smile and suggested, "I get it. Gotta get yours, but take it outta here."
"Yeah yeah, sorry," Elliot muttered. His hands were still on her possessively as they 'drunkenly' staggered out of the bar.
-000-
Elliot kept her hand in his, practically dragging her down the street to the surveillance van. Now that the mission was accomplished and they made out of there safely, he was pissed they sent Liv in after him. There was a very real possibility she would have been hurt during their performance if that wily bartender caught on to the act.
They burst into the van, shutting the door behind them. Elliot kept his grip on her hand, unwilling to let her go until his panic passed.
"That was quite the performance," Ayanna was watching them both a little suspiciously.
"There wouldn't have needed to be if you hadn't sent her in after me. Come on," he tried to keep his anger under control, but he failed at it. "She could have been hurt, and I was doing just fine."
Ayanna countered his anger with her own, "I wouldn't have sent her in if you would have kept your damn wire on!"
"The we're going to search me! What the hell did you want me to do!?"
"Not that," Ayanna countered.
"So you send a captain in after me?" Everyone knew that wasn't the issue here, but that was best argument he could come up with. "You could have sent in anyone else! " Elliot yelled.
"Not if we wanted a convincing show for that bartender!" Ayanna shook her head in frustration. "We needed that footage and we both know Olivia was the best way to get it."
Elliot knew she was right but he hated the situation the had put Olivia in.
Liv had remained silent during the heated exchange but she finally spoke up, "Calm down Elliot, it wasn't her idea," she finished removing her wire and handed it to Jet. "I offered to go in after you, so stop losing your shit and take me home. I was supposed to be home over an hour ago."
He whipped around , his eyes challenging hers, but he knew he would lose this battle on both a personal and professional level. "Fine," he responded through clenched teeth.
Elliot opened the door for Liv, and sent one more glare in Ayanna's direction. He shut the door roughly behind him.
-000-
Olivia and Elliot walked silently to his car. The silence continued even after they got in the car. Elliot stared out the window without starting the ignition. She knew he was pissed, but he had no reason to be. She outranked him and she could take care of herself in dangerous situations.
He finally turned to face her and the intensity in his eyes left her breathless. "El," she started, but before she could for another thought his lips crashed into hers.
After everything that happened in the bar she happily accepted this turn of events, frantically returning his kiss. She happily opened her mouth when his tongue whipped along her bottom lip. She finally allowed herself to release the moan that had built in her chest during their previous encounter.
Her pleasured sound fueled the smoldering fire, escalating it to an all out blaze. Luckily the center console had already been lifted out of the way, effectively turning the front seat into a wide bench.
She caught his tongue with hers and her hands pushed under the shirt she had untucked earlier. He leaned into her, his hand roaming everywhere . She dropped back on the seat, pulling him on top of her. His lips and tongue ran down the length of her neck eliciting another pleasured sound to escape her lips.
She probably should have more dignity than this, but she had no desire to stop. Luckily Elliot, of all people, had enough sense to pull back. The sound of their labored breathing filled the otherwise silent car.
His head dropped to her chest, his cheek resting suspiciously close to her breasts. She lightly rested her hand on his head until they had caught their breath.
After a few moments he lifted his head, and brushed his fingers across her cheek. "Liv," he spoke her name with a quiet adoration. "It scared the shit out of me when you showed up. I can take risks, but…" he gulped back some emotion. "You have Noah, and.." he choked back another rise in emotion. "I can't lose you." His blue eyes held hers with a quiet intensity.
She understood the feeling, but she hated that he felt he had nothing to lose. "Elliot," she held his gaze, "Don't you see?" She swallowed back her own emotion, "I can't lose you either." She bit her lip nervously, "it would destroy me as thoroughly as when you left."
He said nothing, but his eyes stayed focused on hers. He sat up and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Liv?" He asked nervously.
"Yeah?" She whispered.
She felt him let out a nervous breath before saying, "I love you."
Her heart pounded wildly before she responded, "I love you too."
