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18 January 2008 @ 10:22 pm
Make the Bodies Drop [SVU; Elliot/Olivia]  
TITLE: Make the Bodies Drop
CHAPTER 3
FANDOM: Law & Order: SVU
PAIRING: Elliot/Olivia
SPOILERS: Season seven-ish, pre-trilogy
RATING: R, for adult themes
SUMMARY:


*****

"A hundred-thirty in two hours? Christ, Olivia!" Munch was laughing at her the next day in the squad room as Elliot arrived.

Wordlessly, he handed her the extra glazed donut he'd bought on the way in. She smiled her gratitude and picked a small piece off it, popping it in her mouth while she replied to Munch, "Yeah, John, and it'll take that much money at the salon just to get the damn smoke smell out of my hair."

"It was that bad?"

She nodded. "You'll see when you're there tonight."

"Still... I'm thinking maybe you overlooked a very lucrative career in the art of burlesque entertainment." He waggled his eyebrows.

Olivia rolled her eyes, but couldn't resist a brief chuckle. Then, with her mouth full of another bite of donut, she waved the pastry at her partner accusingly. "Elliot, why the hell did you bring me this? You know I have to watch my figure." The upward curve of her lips following that statement was almost flirtatious in nature.

Elliot was helpless to resist, quietly telling her, "Right. Like a few carbs could destroy that flawless figure of yours."

Olivia paused mid-chew around another bite of donut and pondered for the second time in two days the ease with which her partner spouted off a compliment. Rather than let it slide by this time, she cracked a half-smile and picked at her donut, murmuring, "Thanks, El," without meeting his eyes.

She felt his eyes on her, felt his smile in return, but refused to look up. Ever since they were partnered together, Elliot had this annoying (adorable) way of rendering her completely helpless with just one smile. Maybe it was the way the skin around his eyes crinkled. Maybe it was the slight impressions in his cheeks, those pseudo-dimples. Or maybe it was just the bright blue light in his eyes when he smiled at her. It reduced Olivia to feeling like a shy schoolgirl with a crush -- something she'd never been, even when she was in school.

"Alright, so you've done the cursory once-over at the club," Cragen announced his presence loudly, jarring Olivia from some very damaging (lovely) thoughts about her partner. "What did you find out?"

Elliot jumped in right away, tossing the napkin from his donut over his shoulder (unknowingly sinking it right into the garbage can). "The club has four exits, two in the back -- one of which is a fire exit -- and one on each of the sides." He shrugged. "Security's only tight at the front, so it'd be easy for a perp to slip in and out."

"That's what she said," came the monotone from Munch's desk. He immediately raised his hands in an exaggerated shrug when the Captain shot him a look. "What? He left it wide open."

"Now that's what she said," Olivia returned with a smirk, flicking a piece of her donut at Munch.

He caught it with an approving smile. "You learn quickly, Grasshopper."

Olivia chuckled and turned to her Captain. "The ladies have both a locker room and a dressing room, which I'll be able to check out in greater detail when Elliot and I go back later. And it looks like there are six private rooms in the back. All of them are dark, obviously, but all of them have working cameras."

"Get a chance to talk to any dancers?" was Cragen's next question as he folded his arms across his chest.

She shook her head. "Not yet." With a wry grin, she told him, "They pretty much were sizing me up all night. I'll try to make some friends tonight, though."

"Please do. And Munch, you get those molar-mics and ear pieces from Vice?"

Munch pulled out a briefcase from under his chair and slapped it onto his desktop in answer, tilting his head at Cragen. "They weren't too keen on letting us play with their toys, but yeah. I got 'em."

"Great. Elliot, Olivia - both you two, Munch, and Fin will be wearing molar mics and ear pieces tonight to keep in touch with each other." He gave them all a look. "And I'm confident I don't need to stress how discreetly you'll need to handle them."

He got quadruplet nods in return. "Great. Olivia, make friends with the dancers tonight; don't try to pry any information out of them yet, just play dumb. Elliot, you keep talking to the club owner and see how much he knows about what goes on in his own place." He looked to the other set of partners next. "Fin, you'll be keeping an eye out at the front door for any suspicious or creepy-looking patrons trying to get in."

"Does John count?" Fin deadpanned, and smirked with Munch threw a balled-up piece of paper at him.

Cragen just barely blinked in reaction. "If you get a suspicious vibe from anyone, make sure you look long and hard at their I.D. before you let them in. And Munch..."

Munch raised an eyebrow, balling up another piece of paper.

"Chat up the bartenders tonight and see how much they know. They tend to be the eyes and ears of those places."

"Can I make friends with some of the dancers too?" he quipped.

Olivia grabbed the balled-up piece of paper from his hand only to throw it in his face. "You don't want to get thrown out on your first night, John," she teased. "Pace yourself."

Munch smirked back and tossed the paper ball toward the wastebasket, missing it by a foot. Cragen sighed at the antics of his team. "Alright, well that's all I had."

Olivia turned to smile at her partner and found him already grinning at her. She tilted her head. "What?"

Elliot just shook his head and handed her jacket over to her, cupping her elbow next while steering her toward the door. He leaned into her slightly. "You and I have some shopping to do."

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh really. On whose dime?"

"Vice's, for helping them out."

Olivia chuffed. "Doesn't sound like Vice."

"Well, I think Cragen laid a little guilt trip on their C.O. because of how abruptly this got tossed at us."

"Well whatever works," she sighed out a smile, and enjoyed the feeling of their shoulders knocking together as they walked side-by-side out the door.


*****

"I thought you said you were fine with wearing your regular suits," Olivia commented, throwing her voice behind her toward the fitting room where her partner was. She sorted through a rack of blue ties in assorted hues, mentally trying to match them with Elliot's eyes.

"I am, but hell! I'm not passin' up an opportunity to get a new suit or two with Vice footin' the bill," he replied, and Olivia could hear the metallic clink of a belt being fastened.

She spent the next several seconds trying to rid herself of what sound her un-fastening his pants would make. Instead, she grabbed a solid aquamarine tie off the rack and slung it around her neck, making a windsor knot.

The fitting room door opened a second later and Elliot emerged in a pinstripe Armani, fixing the cuffs of his shirt sleeves under the jacket. "I like this."

Olivia allowed herself to give only a slight smile in reply while she quickly flicked her gaze over her partner. "So do I," she replied as neutrally as possible. "Stripes work for you."

"Y'think?" He turned to glance at himself in the mirror. "I dunno, I'm normally just a plain-suit guy. I mean I like it, but I feel like I should be in the mob." He looked at his hands. "Maybe wearin' some scary-lookin' rings."

She laughed at that. "I don't know about that, Elliot. I can only tell you how you look from a woman's perspective. Here." She strode up to him, pulled the aquamarine tie up over her head and slipped it down over his.

Elliot watched her fixing the tie, settling it under his shirt collar. "Thanks."

"Mm-hmm." And Olivia kept her eyes on her task of tightening and straightening the tie.

When he saw Olivia worry her bottom lip just slightly with her teeth, Elliot cracked a smile. She'd been doing that as long as he'd known her; mostly when she was concentrating (as she was now) or thinking, but sometimes when she was frustrated or nervous. He'd thought it was adorable in the beginning and now, seven years later, it was even moreso.

He knew he'd been catching her off-guard with the compliments lately. She wasn't used to them (though for the life of him, he could never understand why), and especially not from him. Since Kathy'd served him with divorce papers he resolved to appreciate the women in his life more. His daughters were a no-brainer, he always appreciated them... but since Kathy wanted out, that left Olivia.

His partner was a beautiful woman (which had actually been the first thought in his head when he so much as shook her hand all those years ago) and she deserved to know it. Not from the occasional perp that would hit on her or the rare eyewitness that would check her out; no, she deserved to know it from him. "Liv..."

"Hmm?"

But when she looked up at him, just like any time her eyes met his, all those appreciative words left him - failed him. The only thing left on the tip of his tongue was 'I love you' -- but that'd be far too startling, for both of them. So he swallowed and eased a smile. "I think the tie's straight now."

And Olivia, looking like her mind had been briefly clouded as well, cleared her throat and tore her gaze from his, patting the tie one last time. "So it is. Take a look."

She brushed her hands down the back of his suit jacket -- she'd seen personal shoppers in department stores doing that, but really she just wanted an excuse (any excuse) to touch him. "Like I said, El, I can just give you a woman's perspective on how you look in this suit."

"Yeah, and...?" he goaded her, tossing her a grin over his shoulder.

She glared facetiously and quickly responded, "You look nice."

"Ah come on, Liv, stroke a guy's ego, wouldja?"

"I think your ego is doing perfectly well," she chuckled, picking another couple of ties off the rack that would match his eyes.

"Alright, well then what would Liz say to Jack?" He continued to grin like the cat that ate the canary. "How does Liz think Jack looks in this suit?"

Olivia rolled her eyes at him, but smirked and played along nonetheless. She slipped effortlessly into the Brooklyn accent, gripped his tie as she leaned in and purred, "You're lookin' damn fine in that monkey suit, baby."

Which left Elliot wishing he hadn't asked. It'd be impossible to get that out of his head for the rest of the day.

And of course he had no choice but to buy the suit.


*****

Elliot sighed and slumped down a little further in the plush red chair near the dressing rooms, checking his watch for what felt like the fiftieth time. He never liked shopping with a woman; for some reason, he thought shopping with Olivia would be different.

It wasn't. "Liv, what are you - taking a test in there? Come on, I'm getting hungry!"

"You know, for the record?" she called back, "I didn't whine this much when we were shopping for you!"

"That's because I'm a guy!" He smiled politely at some of the shoppers walking by the dressing rooms and gestured to the door Olivia was behind as if to assure him that no, he was not talking to himself. "I find what I want, make sure it fits and get the hell out."

"Fine. Just tell me what you think of this last outfit and we can be done."

Elliot made a face. "You didn't want my opinion on any of the other outfits, so why this one?"

"It's a little bit... different... than the others. I'm not sure. It's so..."

Elliot grinned, silently filling in the word 'provocative.' "So...?"

The dressing room door opened with a creak, drawing his full attention as Olivia peeked her head around. He sat up a little straighter in his seat, preparing himself for any possible provocative outfit she could be wearing. He curled his finger at her, beckoning her out.

She just shook her head and glared. "No chance in hell, Stabler, get over here!"

He couldn't help but laugh, and went over to her. "Oh come on, it can't be that--" Then, he saw the outfit.

The details were completely lost on him; all he knew was that the skirt was red, short, and tight, as was the sparkly halter top she was sporting. Once again, the fact that his partner was a beautiful woman downright knocked him on his ass. "--whoa."

"See?"

He nodded slowly, his brain screaming at him to keep his hormones, and his hands for that matter, in check. "I... I see, yeah. I'm seein.'"

"Elliot, this is too much. I can't wear clothes like this all the time in front of you and John and Fin! I'll just... I'll ask Cragen to send this back to V--"

"No way!" he sputtered a laugh, finally tearing his eyes away from her flat stomach. He lifted his gaze to meet hers and saw the question in her brown eyes. He shook his head and told her simply, "Olivia Benson, my Olivia, doesn't back outta things. She's got nerves of steel." He grinned. "Not to mention she's stubborn, and--"

"And she carries a gun," she reminded him coyly, arching one eyebrow.

"Right. That's why I stopped there." He touched her arm (and let himself indulge at glimpsing at her bare midriff for just a few more seconds). "Come on, Liv. It's just a few flashy outfits. You're a hell of a detective, better than all those Vice dicks put together. You're not backin' out."

Olivia sighed and searched his eyes back and forth a few seconds, finally exhaling a smile, and he dropped his hand from her arm. "Thanks for the reel-in," she murmured.

Elliot nodded, loving the husky, tender sound of her voice. "You're welcome, partner." He nodded toward the dressing room. "Now get dressed. I'm starving."

She smirked, rolled her eyes in response, and went back into the dressing room, shutting the door in his face. Elliot smiled at the slats in the door and went back to his seat.

At least he wasn't the only one having second thoughts about this. Though he had to wonder if it was actually the outfits themselves that were bothering her, or what the outfits might do to him, and the partnership.

Either way, they had to press on. He had to try to repress his feelings for his partner, and (possibly) her for him. There was work to be done.


TBC



{x-posted to eoshippers and olivia_elliot}
 
 
 
babebraham lincolnpaintedinflames on January 19th, 2008 05:04 am (UTC)
Wow that was great. I love Elliot and Olivia's interaction. It makes me smile! :D
a.: cm/mh; cheek to cheekregalish on January 21st, 2008 10:55 pm (UTC)
Aww, thanks so much! Glad you're still enjoying it.

And I love your icon, though that moment tears my heart out. Livvvvv :(
babebraham lincolnpaintedinflames on January 21st, 2008 11:45 pm (UTC)
I know! That part when she screams, I almost started to cry!
*¨❤¨*Lynn*¨❤¨*: {Mariska&Chris} SVU Press Conferenceiheartnickcath on January 19th, 2008 05:31 am (UTC)
I love the update, you got a little humor and flirting, Its awesome. Can't wait for more! ♥
a.: cm/mh; fucking adorableregalish on January 21st, 2008 10:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, hehe! I am definitely going to keep up the humor and the flirting to the best of my ability!

I'm posting the next chapter in a few minutes :)
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Awesomeness Incarnate: fanficlowbatterie on January 19th, 2008 06:43 am (UTC)
I'm gonna have to agree. I just read the first three chapters in one sitting. GAH. *flails* NEED MORE. AND SOME SEX. SexAn update would be nice. Keep it coming, it's really great. I especially love the squadroom scenes, it has their old, playful feel that I really miss.
mediapassmediapass on January 19th, 2008 07:58 am (UTC)
this story is da-bomb. no seriously i just had the pleasure of reading it all now and i LOVE IT.
a.: cm/mh; love slaveregalish on January 21st, 2008 10:57 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! So glad you decided to give this fic a try, and that you're enjoying it thus-far!

More will be posted in a few minutes :)
a.regalish on January 21st, 2008 10:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I love your icon btw, LOL.

And I love writing their squadroom scenes; I miss all that playful stuff from the earlier days. They seem to have lost that now, so I HAD to bring it back :D

Some more sexupdates you say? :D

Chapter four goes up in a couple minutes! (Literally.)
a.: elliot/olivia; are each other's typeregalish on January 21st, 2008 10:57 pm (UTC)
YESSSS. I LOVE USING SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN CHARACTERS AS A DEADLY WEAPON. XD

More will be posted in just a few minutes!
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz (and looking down)michellek on January 25th, 2008 01:58 am (UTC)
Munch made me lol in this part. (I initially wrote much, and I guess that works, too.) This fic is just a delight to read. *goes off to next part*
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csiAngel: fandom & ficcsiangel on April 19th, 2008 02:20 pm (UTC)
Ha! Loving the little shout outs to other fandoms! And loving the sexual tension here :-)

*shifty eyes* damn me wanting to comment! I still was never here! *disappears*
Jessica: Serious28andoccrazy on January 24th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
Hee Hee....
This is just priceless! Their interactions are so realistic, and I LOVE the little details, like Stabler throwing the napkin in the trash without even looking---cause he's AWESOME like that!

This story is genius, but I didn't expect anything less.....;)