Interrogation

Liv finally finished the interview. Finished was a nice way to put it. She finally got so frustrated she threw the guy's ass out of her interrogation room. She was exhausted, and the interview didn't help them gain any ground on their case. She'd sent most of her team home when it became clear it was going to be a long interview.

She dropped her head into her hands, and let out a long slow breath. She wanted to go home, but she didn't want to bring this day home with her.

Her head jolted up at the tap on the interrogation room door. Fin poked his head in. "You okay?"

"Fine," she gave her best smile, but it was probably not very convincing.

"Listen Liv, it was a rough one. Go home. Scream into a pillow, hit stuff, go for a run," she eyes him skeptical, but he continued, "Do whatever the hell you do to decompress and brush all this off."

She nodded. He was right, but she still felt bothered by the entire day. "You can leave Fin, I'll be right behind you."

"See ya later Liv."

"Bye Fin."

With his exit the precinct fell eerily silent. She knew she should leave, but she lacked all motivation to get her butt out of that chair.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when the door knob turned, "God, Fin! You scared the hell outta me!"

To her surprise, it wasn't Fin walking through the door. It was Elliot.

He leaned against the now closed door with his hands deep in his pockets. "Fin said you guys had a rough one today."

She sighed, "Yeah. Sometimes this job sucks."

He casually walked over to her and sat in the neighboring chair. "Wanna talk about it?"

His face looked so damn sincere, but she really didn't want to relive this day. "Not really."

They sat in silence for a few moments before he asked, "Do you want to talk about something else?"

Maybe that would distract her brain from reliving this day on loop. "Yeah sure, what should we talk about?"

"Um," he leaned back into his chair, thinking. "Who's your favorite detective on your squad," he grinned, "and you can't say them all because we both know that's not true."

She laughed at the random absurdity of the question. "I never really thought about it. With Amanda gone you should probably ask which one I hate the least."

He laughed, "Okay, who do you hate the least?"

"Probably Bruno. I didn't want him originally, but he's dedicated to the job and knows what he's doing." She grinned back in Elliot's direction. "Who do you think was Cragen's favorite?"

"Oh that's easy, I obviously want to say me, but we know that's not true."

"I said favorite, not the biggest pain in the ass…" her eyes glinted with teasing.

"God Liv, you know it was you. You were like the golden favorite child."

"Whatever, you know he loved Munch." They both looked at each other and bursted into laughter,

"No it was totally you. I knew I could get out of anything if you backed my play." He chuckled, "All you had to do was bat those beautiful brown eyes in his direction and he'd turn into a puddle." He smile suddenly got flirtatious. "Honestly those big brown eyes could turn me into a puddle."

She nearly rolled her eyes at his clumsy attempt at flirting, but the compliment made her heart pound. Her lack of response seemed to make him nervous and there were a few moments of awkward silence.

She suddenly had Fin in her head telling her to blow off some steam and that thought led to images of Elliot's tongue in her mouth which made her cheeks flush.

"What?" He asked suspiciously.

She needed to get out of this room, out of this precinct, hell, out of this city because she was pretty sure she was about to…

Her lips crashed into Elliot's, and he seemed surprised but enthusiastic at this turn of events. She stood over him, keeping her lips fused to his and sat on his lap with her legs straddling him. That definitely amped up his excitement. His hands gripped her ass possessively and her hands slid under his shirt, pressing her fingers deeply into his abs. He moaned in response which only pushed her further. His hands traveled from her ass, up the front of her shirt.

A sharp knock on the one way glass made her jump. Her phone immediately pinged twice. She snatched it off the table without moving from Elliot's lap. Two text messages lit up her phone:

Fin: When I said to blow off steam I didn't mean you should do Stabler in the interrogation room…

The next text had a series of sexually suggestive emojis.

She scurried off Elliot's lap while yelling, "Damn it Fin! Get the hell out of here!"

Another text:

Fin: I came back to make sure you were okay. Apparently you were more than okay.

This time she texted him back instead of yelling.

Olivia: If you breathe a word of this to anyone I swear Fin, I'll find a way to make work hell.

Fin: understood.

Just then, she felt a familiar calloused hand run down her arm, and his mouth was behind her ear. "My place?" A pleasurable shudder ran up her spine. She nodded and turned towards him, pressing a lingering kiss.

She pulled back so she could yell, "Fin! You better be long gone by the time I leave this room!"

Elliot chuckled, "I think we should give him a head start."

She laughed, and wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him again