AN: Here is a new story for you! I know this chapter is a little short, but I wanted to get this out and see if there is any interest. I also wanted to note that I appreciate all the comments on Missing, and I know a lot of you want more chapters or a sequel. That might be on the table, but not until I finish up with this story! Thanks again for reading.

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Olivia heard pounding but had been sound asleep and she was disoriented. She heard it again, but Josh was moving towards the door before her cop instincts kicked in and she could even wonder what kind of person would be pounding on the door at 2AM. She heard him at the door, but the sound was muffled, and she couldn't hear any distinct voices. Her first thought was that maybe it was another woman…an old girlfriend or something that had shown up after a night out drinking. But then she heard male voices and they were speaking loudly…almost yelling. A weird sense of déjà vu came over her. "Josh?" She called out without thinking, and she grabbed at the sheet, drawing it up to her chest as she sat up. She stared at the door, uncertainty flooding through her about what to do. But she didn't have any time to react before she heard more yelling.

"Police!"

Olivia startled when she heard the shout and the commotion outside the bedroom. She fell back, rattling the wooden headboard, as a man burst into the room with his gun drawn. But her shock ratcheted up exponentially when she realized the man behind the gun was her partner.

"Liv?"

Olivia's saw the confusion on his face as he lowered the gun, but then she jumped again as a uniformed office rushed in behind him. Elliot put his arm out to stop the cop from coming in any farther, ordering him to lower his gun and telling him to stand down. Her heart was racing from the frantic speed at which their quiet night had changed. Her mind was reeling as she tried to comprehend what events had led to Elliot and the NYPD bursting into Josh's apartment.

Elliot didn't even look at the other cop. He couldn't take his eyes off Olivia. His eyes narrowed as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. He blinked a couple of times, as if his mind were playing tricks on him. But no…it was Olivia, clearly naked beneath the sheet she was clutching to her chest. She seemed equally shocked, but who wouldn't be when the cops come barging in on you in the middle of the night.

"Detective?"

Elliot heard the question in the uniform's voice, and he glanced over at him quickly. For a moment, he had forgotten he was even in the room. "We're okay in here. Everything's under control." He repeated the words he'd said moments earlier. He jerked his head towards the door. "Check in the other room. Secure the scene." He swiveled his head back to face Olivia as the officer left the room, noticing that in her haste to cover herself, a large portion of her body was bare. He could see lots of dark skin…her hips and legs…the hint of her breasts left exposed by the drape of the sheet. She must have seen him taking her in, because she tugged at the sheet to try to cover herself. But they were tangled, and she was only minimally successful.

Despite her obvious discomfort, he didn't look away. He was still trying to process the scene he'd stumbled onto and felt a strange mix of emotions…some he couldn't even comprehend in that moment.

"What the hell is going on?" Olivia demanded.

"I could ask you the same thing." Elliot shot back.

Neither got a chance to answer as Fin came into the room. "Everything ok in…" His words trailed off as slowed to a stop next to Elliot and saw Olivia in the bed. "Liv?"

Olivia saw Fin look at her and then at Elliot, as if Elliot might have the answer to the questions running through his mind.

This was a nightmare.

She couldn't imagine why the NYPD was here…what they would want with Josh…but that seemed secondary to being caught naked in his bed by Elliot and Fin. She felt her cheeks color slightly as the two of them continued to stand awkwardly at the end of the bed, but she didn't have any options. There was no graceful way to untangle the sheets without revealing more of her naked body, so she was stuck where she was.

Fin turned his back to her, and he leaned over and whispered to Elliot. "What the hell?" He glanced back towards the bed and then moved slightly closer to Elliot. "How do you want to handle this?"

Elliot looked over at him, still confused by the situation he'd found them in. He wasn't quire sure what Fin was asking him, so he turned his attention back to Olivia. She looked incredibly uncomfortable and he couldn't help but let his eyes wander slightly. Looking at her again, he noticed small things, like the swell of her lips and her tousled hair…and the red marks on her neck.

"Elliot!"

Olivia said his name sharply, and he moved his eyes back to hers.

"Are we gonna take her in?" Fin said in a low voice. "Or maybe… she was never here?"

Elliot looked back over at him, hearing his suggestion. There was a part of him that wanted to make that happen. Mostly because he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Olivia was here…in the bed of a suspect.

But there were two other uniformed officers here…one that had seen her. There was no way to sneak her out of the apartment now. There was protocol…this was his job. In any other similar situation, if they'd found any other woman in his bed, they'd bring her in.

Question her. Find out what she knew.

The litany of questions he would ask plagued him because it was really hitting him now. This man…Josh Graham…was a suspect. They had a complaint from a woman that had accused him of assault…rape.

Olivia knew Elliot well enough to know that he was conflicted…his face and neck reddening as he was obviously trying to sort through what was going on. But she was getting pissed off that he wasn't answering her questions and at the whispered discussion he and Fin were having. She was about to demand answers again when she saw the uniformed officer come in, asking about clothes for the suspect.

Suspect?

"Fin. Elliot. I need someone to tell me…"

Elliot cut her off. "Not here." He looked around the room, until his eyes landed on a black dress crumpled on the floor. Not far from it was a pair of black lace underwear and a matching bra. The sight of it sent another spiral of confusion through his body, and he felt a small spark of anger at the situation he'd found himself. "Get dressed."

He turned back towards the uni. "Give us a few minutes. Then you can get him some clothes. Get CSU in here…" He looked around the room until he saw a similar pile of men's clothes. "Make sure you bag those."

Olivia saw the uni nod and leave the room.

Fin glanced over at him. "You sure you know what you're doing?" He shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he glanced back at Olivia.

Elliot sighed heavily. "We don't have a choice." He saw Fin nod and then he followed the uniform out of the room. Elliot closed the door behind him. Then he walked over to Olivia's pile of clothing and scooped them up, piece by piece. He tossed them on the bed. "Get dressed." He said again.

Olivia could hear the controlled tone of his voice as a adopted his cop persona. She couldn't believe he was going to pull that with her. "I'm not doing anything until I get some answers. Where are you taking Josh? Why are you even here?"

"Get dressed or I'll take you in as is." Elliot threatened. He just needed to get her out of here. He didn't know how she was tangled up with this suspect, but he was going to find out.

Olivia was frustrated by Elliot's lack of response and his demands, but she knew him well enough to know that he wasn't going to budge. "Can you give me some privacy?" She asked, nodding her head towards the door.

"I'm not leaving the room." A part of it was spite as his confusion and frustration started to morph into an emotion he was used to dealing with. Anger. But it was also protocol, and in any other situation, he wouldn't give anyone that latitude.

Olivia was shocked as he made no move to give her any space. "I'm not joking." She said, but he didn't move. She let out a sound of frustration, but he still stood his ground. "At least turn around."

"You're not in any position to make any demands." Elliot said. "You lost that right when I found you in bed with a suspect."

Now it was Olivia's turn to be angry. "A suspect? Are you crazy? You've got the wrong guy."

Elliot harrumphed and shook his head. "How many times have we heard that before?" he took a step towards her. "I don't know what's going on here." He said. "And I wish we weren't in this situation but…" He dropped his head. "Fuck!" Maybe he should have listened to Fin and found a way to sneak her out of the apartment. He could have gotten them both out of an unbearably awkward situation. He could have gotten the answers to the questions that were screaming through his head right now. But it was too late now, and he knew that his sense of responsibility to the job, and to the victim, wouldn't have left him do it. He collected himself and lifted his head to look at her, reining in his emotions and his personal feelings. "Just remember…I didn't ask for this."

Olivia narrowed her eyes, hearing the accusation in his voice. "Whatever you think he's done…"

Elliot cut her off again. "This apartment is about to get a lot more crowded." He said, his tone neutral. "Get dressed." He motioned towards her dress and underwear on the bed. "I'm not gonna tell you again."

Olivia narrowed her eyes, glaring at him as she slid her legs off the bed, dragging the sheet with her. "Fine." She said angrily, swiping the dress off the bed. She dropped the sheet defiantly, feeling a sense of triumph as Elliot looked away.