I Want Some

"Oh God, Elliot!"

He snickered, "Yeah."

"Elliot!"

"It's my side-arm, I swear."

"Oh, oh, no, Elliot, please!"

"Don't you want this?"

"Ye- Elliot no! Not here!" She giggled.

"Come on, no one's looking."

"Fine, give it to me."

"Olivia, you animal!"

"Give it to me, Detective."

"…Wait…"

"Are you serious?" She glared at him.

"Shh!"

"What?"

"Someone's coming."

"Put it back in!"

"I'm trying! It won't go!"

"Elliot put it back in!"

"Liv, you're making it harder! Stop touching it!"

Cragen rounded the corner.

"Oh shit," Elliot breathed.

"Crap, El! You got some on your pants!"

"Just be cool Olivia! Just be cool!" Elliot hissed.

Cragen stopped a few meters away, staring at the scene before him.

"What the…" He trailed off.

"Hey cap!" Olivia smiled.

Cragen suddenly turned from shock to anger, "YOU DIDN'T INVITE ME?"

"We didn't think you'd be interested!" Elliot argued.

"Interested? Me? OF COURSE! Give me some of that, Stabler."

Olivia interrupted, "No, Captain, it's mine! You have to wait in line!"

"Line?" Cragen asked, turning to see a line of at least twenty-four eager co-workers, Munch, Casey, and Fin and, to everyone's surprise, Alex.

"What?" Alex said, "You didn't think I'd miss this!"

"That line." Olivia stated simply.

Cragen sighed, and joined the end of the que.

"Now," Olivia said, "Can we please continue?"

"Of course, you've been the best so far, why would I want to stop?" Elliot smirked.

Olivia smiled, "I bet Martha Stewart's never seen cookies like these!"

End.