Make the Bodies Drop [SVU; Elliot/Olivia]
TITLE: Make the Bodies Drop
CHAPTER 6
FANDOM: Law & Order: SVU
PAIRING: Elliot/Olivia
SPOILERS: Season seven-ish, pre-trilogy
RATING: R for adult themes
SUMMARY:
*****
"Here."
Olivia smiled at Elliot as he held out a styrofoam cup of coffee to her, her eyelids starting to sting from lack of sleep. "Thanks." She blew softly on it before taking a sip, watching April's sleeping form.
"How's she doin'?" Elliot pulled up a chair, close to his partner's. He placed a gentle hand on her knee and winked when she looked to him in surprise.
"They think she'll be coming out of it soon. Sedation was only supposed to last twelve hours; it's been about that long." Quietly, she told him, "They think maybe she was drugged."
"GHB?"
She nodded. "Marissa came by while you were back at the station. She wanted to see her."
"She say anything? See anything?"
"She didn't see anything; she'd been onstage for most of the night. All she remembered was April going backstage to take a break. Then, when she offered a private dance to a customer and brought him back... there she was."
Elliot nodded. "The officers at the scene were gonna get the tape from the cameras but they said they doubt they'll find anything. The cameras in those places I guess aren't of the highest quality, and the rooms are already dark."
"That's... comforting."
"You know I wouldn't let that same thing happen to you, right?" He grinned. "If you're gonna give anyone a private dance, it's gonna be me."
Olivia rolled her eyes, fighting the smirk. "Nice."
"No, I just mean... I'm keeping an eye on you. And I've had a chat with Carl, laid a few ground rules."
"Like what?"
"Like... I didn't want you taking your top off." Upon her look, he explained himself. "Don't worry, I've seen a few of the other girls that just dance, remove most of their clothes but never go topless. Carl was fine with it."
"Alright, and...?"
"No private dances."
She raised her eyebrows. "He actually went for that one? That's a huge part of their business."
"He definitely wasn't happy about it, but since I've got that whole buying-the-club thing as leverage, he's letting it slide."
Olivia nodded, biting softly on her lip a moment while she watched April. "This whole thing is just so... confusing."
"How do you mean?" Elliot, keeping up appearances, took her hand and played with her fingers.
Olivia allowed hers to play back, much like their walk to the club the night before. "I mean, there's no pattern to it. Serials always establish a pattern." She dropped her voice a little softer, leaning her head in toward Elliot's in case April could hear them. "Three dancers have been assaulted and there are next to no similarities. I mean, the first dancer was a brunette. The next was a blonde. April's got black hair."
"Well if he goes for a red-head next, then I'd say there's a pattern." Elliot quirked a smile and squeezed her hand.
"Then there's the fact that nobody seems to remember who this guy is or what he looks like. There's not even a pattern to the assaults. First girl was almost strangled to death. The next girl had broken ribs. April's got cracked ribs, a broken collarbone, and she's been raped."
"And drugged," Elliot added.
"Right." She made a face then, as if something just occurred to her, and she turned to her partner to find his face just millimeters away. Her gaze drifted to his lips automatically, briefly, before she asked in a hushed whisper, "Do we know if any of the other girls were drugged?"
Elliot shrugged facially, his own eyes making the same path toward her lips before meeting hers again. "Nothing about it in the casefile, but... that was before it got to us."
"Right. Not everyone's as thorough."
"Exactly." He quirked a small smile, still unable to break gaze. "I'll call Munch and Fin and get them to talk to those two previous victims." He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket just as someone appeared in the doorway.
Olivia smiled at her. "Marissa."
"Hey, Liz. I snuck past the nurses' station again so I could see her again. How is she?" She gestured to Elliot, then, smiling. "Is this your fiance?"
Olivia grinned and laid her hand on Elliot's arm. "Yeah, this is Jack. Jack, Marissa."
Elliot shook the young dancer's hand. "Nice to meet you." He turned back to Olivia, matching her grin. "Well babe, I should get goin.' I've got a few phone calls to make." He puckered up again, his eyes sparkling their challenge at her.
Olivia smirked, looking at him, then at Marissa who was still smiling at them. Then, she laid her hands over Elliot's face, drew him toward her, and kissed him passionately, for just a moment. When she pulled away, she ran her thumb across his bottom lip, wiping off her lipstick as best she could.
Elliot, in the meantime, was staring at her in shock, having expected another air-kiss. His mouth opened and closed on words that refused to form. Finally, his brows quirked, resigned to the fact that she'd rendered him speechless... and he got up wordlessly and left.
Marissa, watching him go, chuckled and came into the room, sitting beside Olivia. "God, you'd think you've never kissed him before."
Olivia chuckled back softly, her heart still fluttering from the kiss, as she watched the ghost of her partner's retreat. "Yeah."
*****
"How's the dancer doing?" Munch greeted Elliot on his way back into the precinct.
"Still under sedation but they think she'll be coming out of it soon. Think she might've been drugged."
"What? GHB?" Fin questioned, tossing a couple files onto his desk. He jerked his chin at Elliot. "Nice lipstick, by the way. Not really your shade though, bro."
"What?" Munch got up from his chair and leaned close to Elliot as if examining a crucial piece of evidence. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that was Liv's shade."
Fin frowned at him. "You know Olivia's shade of lipstick?"
"I'm observant. Why do you think I've been married so many times?" Before Fin could open his mouth, Munch held up a finger. "Rhetorical."
Elliot twisted away for a moment, wiping off his mouth. "Marissa stopped by April's room just as I was leaving. What else was I supposed to do?"
Munch tilted his head. "Well, y'know, maybe next time you could... not kiss her."
"We're supposed to be engaged, Munch." Elliot glared; seven-plus years of insinuation about him and Olivia was finally starting to get to him. "Now drop it. Got something for you two to do if you're up to it. Cragen?"
"Lunch with Briscoe. What's up?"
Elliot grabbed the two case files sitting on his desk and handed each to Munch and Fin. "First two dancers were only briefly interviewed by some of our boys in blue before the case got to us. Talk to them some more, see if you can get a little more info about the attacks. Liv's gonna see if she can get access to their medical records."
"And where are you gonna be?"
He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, toward the stairs. "Crib. I've had maybe eight hours of sleep the past three nights. It's been driving me nuts."
As he headed up the stairs, he heard Munch call, "Bet that's not the only thing that's been driving you nuts."
Elliot just sighed to himself and continued up to the crib, hoping to sleep away all thoughts of that kiss. Munch smirked while he watched him go and turned to his partner, who was shaking his head disapprovingly. Munch tilted his head at him. "Oh c'mon, admit it. It's fun messing with them."
"Yeah, whatever. So which one of these dancers should we hit up first?" He held up his file.
"First one. Brunette." Munch grabbed the file from him and the partners headed out, pulling on their jackets.
On their way out, Fin casually said, "Betcha fifty bucks they're hookin' up within a week."
Munch smirked. "Please. You don't know them well enough. I give it two days."
TBC
{x-posted to eoshippers and olivia_elliot}
CHAPTER 6
FANDOM: Law & Order: SVU
PAIRING: Elliot/Olivia
SPOILERS: Season seven-ish, pre-trilogy
RATING: R for adult themes
SUMMARY:
*****
"Here."
Olivia smiled at Elliot as he held out a styrofoam cup of coffee to her, her eyelids starting to sting from lack of sleep. "Thanks." She blew softly on it before taking a sip, watching April's sleeping form.
"How's she doin'?" Elliot pulled up a chair, close to his partner's. He placed a gentle hand on her knee and winked when she looked to him in surprise.
"They think she'll be coming out of it soon. Sedation was only supposed to last twelve hours; it's been about that long." Quietly, she told him, "They think maybe she was drugged."
"GHB?"
She nodded. "Marissa came by while you were back at the station. She wanted to see her."
"She say anything? See anything?"
"She didn't see anything; she'd been onstage for most of the night. All she remembered was April going backstage to take a break. Then, when she offered a private dance to a customer and brought him back... there she was."
Elliot nodded. "The officers at the scene were gonna get the tape from the cameras but they said they doubt they'll find anything. The cameras in those places I guess aren't of the highest quality, and the rooms are already dark."
"That's... comforting."
"You know I wouldn't let that same thing happen to you, right?" He grinned. "If you're gonna give anyone a private dance, it's gonna be me."
Olivia rolled her eyes, fighting the smirk. "Nice."
"No, I just mean... I'm keeping an eye on you. And I've had a chat with Carl, laid a few ground rules."
"Like what?"
"Like... I didn't want you taking your top off." Upon her look, he explained himself. "Don't worry, I've seen a few of the other girls that just dance, remove most of their clothes but never go topless. Carl was fine with it."
"Alright, and...?"
"No private dances."
She raised her eyebrows. "He actually went for that one? That's a huge part of their business."
"He definitely wasn't happy about it, but since I've got that whole buying-the-club thing as leverage, he's letting it slide."
Olivia nodded, biting softly on her lip a moment while she watched April. "This whole thing is just so... confusing."
"How do you mean?" Elliot, keeping up appearances, took her hand and played with her fingers.
Olivia allowed hers to play back, much like their walk to the club the night before. "I mean, there's no pattern to it. Serials always establish a pattern." She dropped her voice a little softer, leaning her head in toward Elliot's in case April could hear them. "Three dancers have been assaulted and there are next to no similarities. I mean, the first dancer was a brunette. The next was a blonde. April's got black hair."
"Well if he goes for a red-head next, then I'd say there's a pattern." Elliot quirked a smile and squeezed her hand.
"Then there's the fact that nobody seems to remember who this guy is or what he looks like. There's not even a pattern to the assaults. First girl was almost strangled to death. The next girl had broken ribs. April's got cracked ribs, a broken collarbone, and she's been raped."
"And drugged," Elliot added.
"Right." She made a face then, as if something just occurred to her, and she turned to her partner to find his face just millimeters away. Her gaze drifted to his lips automatically, briefly, before she asked in a hushed whisper, "Do we know if any of the other girls were drugged?"
Elliot shrugged facially, his own eyes making the same path toward her lips before meeting hers again. "Nothing about it in the casefile, but... that was before it got to us."
"Right. Not everyone's as thorough."
"Exactly." He quirked a small smile, still unable to break gaze. "I'll call Munch and Fin and get them to talk to those two previous victims." He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket just as someone appeared in the doorway.
Olivia smiled at her. "Marissa."
"Hey, Liz. I snuck past the nurses' station again so I could see her again. How is she?" She gestured to Elliot, then, smiling. "Is this your fiance?"
Olivia grinned and laid her hand on Elliot's arm. "Yeah, this is Jack. Jack, Marissa."
Elliot shook the young dancer's hand. "Nice to meet you." He turned back to Olivia, matching her grin. "Well babe, I should get goin.' I've got a few phone calls to make." He puckered up again, his eyes sparkling their challenge at her.
Olivia smirked, looking at him, then at Marissa who was still smiling at them. Then, she laid her hands over Elliot's face, drew him toward her, and kissed him passionately, for just a moment. When she pulled away, she ran her thumb across his bottom lip, wiping off her lipstick as best she could.
Elliot, in the meantime, was staring at her in shock, having expected another air-kiss. His mouth opened and closed on words that refused to form. Finally, his brows quirked, resigned to the fact that she'd rendered him speechless... and he got up wordlessly and left.
Marissa, watching him go, chuckled and came into the room, sitting beside Olivia. "God, you'd think you've never kissed him before."
Olivia chuckled back softly, her heart still fluttering from the kiss, as she watched the ghost of her partner's retreat. "Yeah."
*****
"How's the dancer doing?" Munch greeted Elliot on his way back into the precinct.
"Still under sedation but they think she'll be coming out of it soon. Think she might've been drugged."
"What? GHB?" Fin questioned, tossing a couple files onto his desk. He jerked his chin at Elliot. "Nice lipstick, by the way. Not really your shade though, bro."
"What?" Munch got up from his chair and leaned close to Elliot as if examining a crucial piece of evidence. "If I didn't know better, I'd say that was Liv's shade."
Fin frowned at him. "You know Olivia's shade of lipstick?"
"I'm observant. Why do you think I've been married so many times?" Before Fin could open his mouth, Munch held up a finger. "Rhetorical."
Elliot twisted away for a moment, wiping off his mouth. "Marissa stopped by April's room just as I was leaving. What else was I supposed to do?"
Munch tilted his head. "Well, y'know, maybe next time you could... not kiss her."
"We're supposed to be engaged, Munch." Elliot glared; seven-plus years of insinuation about him and Olivia was finally starting to get to him. "Now drop it. Got something for you two to do if you're up to it. Cragen?"
"Lunch with Briscoe. What's up?"
Elliot grabbed the two case files sitting on his desk and handed each to Munch and Fin. "First two dancers were only briefly interviewed by some of our boys in blue before the case got to us. Talk to them some more, see if you can get a little more info about the attacks. Liv's gonna see if she can get access to their medical records."
"And where are you gonna be?"
He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, toward the stairs. "Crib. I've had maybe eight hours of sleep the past three nights. It's been driving me nuts."
As he headed up the stairs, he heard Munch call, "Bet that's not the only thing that's been driving you nuts."
Elliot just sighed to himself and continued up to the crib, hoping to sleep away all thoughts of that kiss. Munch smirked while he watched him go and turned to his partner, who was shaking his head disapprovingly. Munch tilted his head at him. "Oh c'mon, admit it. It's fun messing with them."
"Yeah, whatever. So which one of these dancers should we hit up first?" He held up his file.
"First one. Brunette." Munch grabbed the file from him and the partners headed out, pulling on their jackets.
On their way out, Fin casually said, "Betcha fifty bucks they're hookin' up within a week."
Munch smirked. "Please. You don't know them well enough. I give it two days."
TBC
{x-posted to eoshippers and olivia_elliot}