A/N It's been fun writing about this pairing, but it's time for Von to head back to her sun drenched loft in Chicago. Thanks to Munchkin_79 for the idea of a webcam and cyber sex, soon to be explored in her own story Cyber.

Elliot sat at his desk, stifling a yawn. He'd enjoyed the weekend with Mikka, but sleep had not been high on their list of priorities. They'd spent her last day in New York playing tourist—taking the ferry to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. He'd said goodbye at her suite at the hotel in the wee hours of the morning, and driven himself home for a few hours of sleep and a quick shower before coming into work. He glanced at his watch. Mikka was probably at the courthouse right now, wrapping things up before heading to the airport for her afternoon flight back to Chicago and her sundrenched loft.

"Earth to Stabler," said a voice in front of him. Elliot took his feet off his desk and sat up straight, blinking up at the tall figure standing at his desk.

"Fin and I are going to go grab some lunch." Munch reported now that he had his attention. "Do you want us to bring back something for you? Cragen's out so we can't all leave at the same time. You drew the short straw."

Elliot gave a short bark of a laugh. "That's ok. Yeah, grab me a sandwich; I'll pay you when you get back." There was no need to be more specific with his order; everyone in the squad knew that he always ate the same thing, roast beef and provolone on light rye, with horseradish and red onions.

"Will do."

Elliot went back to sifting through the stack of pictures on his desk, trying to find clues as to who had put the poisonous mushrooms in Lisa Edeling's salad. He barely noticed when his co-workers left.

He had finished sorting out the pictures into two piles: ones with and without Edeling in them, when he heard footsteps tapping across the tile floor. Irritated, he glanced up, surprised that the uni's downstairs hadn't buzzed him to let him know they were sending someone up. Fin and Munch would have let them know on their way out that he was the only one on duty. SOP was to call ahead and then escort a civilian up when a detective was alone.

It wasn't just any civilian and as soon as he saw her, Elliot knew she had sweet-talked her way past the guys at reception downstairs. If anyone could get her way, it was Mikka. She was wearing tight black pants and black boots, topped by a long cream-colored jacket that accented her dark hair. Her face broke into a wide grin when she saw him.

Elliot stood and went to meet her, a smile spreading across his own face. He was ridiculously pleased to see her. They had both skirted the top of the future when they'd said goodbye at the hotel, knowing that distance and Mikka's uncertain employment status made the possibility of a relationship difficult.

"Hey," he said, putting one arm around her waist and pulling her close for a kiss. "I thought you'd be on your way to the airport by now."

"It didn't take me as long as I expected at the courthouse," she explained. "They were so eager to get rid of me they had all of the paperwork ready. And then I got a text saying that my flight was delayed." She motioned with the hand holding her cell phone. "So….I thought I'd drop by and say goodbye-again." She laughed, tossing her head back and showing that long neck he liked so much. Elliot felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. Not for the first time, he wished the DA hadn't terminated her so quickly. Things were a lot more interesting with Mikka Von around.

"Where is everybody?" she asked, looking around the empty room. She peered around him to Cragen's office. "Are you-alone?" She grinned up at him. He wasn't sure he liked where that grin was leading.

"Cragen's at 1PP and everyone else has gone to lunch," he explained, sitting on the edge of his desk and pulling her so that she was positioned between his legs. He reached up to brush her hair back from her face. He loved her long hair. "I'm glad you stopped by."

"Are you now?" Again, the grin. She moved in closer, her thighs pressed tight against the inside of his legs. She placed one open palm against the side of his face and leaned in to kiss him, her tongue darting out to find his. Elliot lost himself in the sensation for a quick moment before pulling away.

"Not here," he said, feeling his breath quickening. "Cragen, someone—they'll be back any minute."

"Then where?" Mikka asked, looking past his shoulder. Her eyes brightened and she reached for his hand, pulling him toward one of the interrogation rooms.

"You're crazy!" He laughed, but he went along with her anyway. He found it next to impossible to resist this woman. As they walked through the door to Interrogation One, he flipped the switch on the wall that turned the two-way mirror dark. No need to take any chances.

"I just want to give you a good bye you won't forget." Mikka said in a husky voice. She slipped her coat off her shoulders and draped it over the back of one of the chairs and turned to face him. Elliot pushed the door shut behind them. Without the overhead lights on, the room was dim, lit only by outside light filtering in through the small windows high in the wall. He reached for her and she molded herself to his body, tugging at his shirt to free it from his pants and then running her open palms up his back. He twisted his hands into her silky dark hair and pulled her face close for a lingering kiss. She tasted like mint and smelled like the hibiscus shampoo and shower gel he already knew she liked to use.

Elliot started to back her toward the table in the center of the room, but when Mikka felt the wooden edge against her backside, she put a hand against his chest to stop him and twisted away. She put her hands on his upper arms and turned him so that the table was behind him instead. Staring into his eyes, she reached for his belt buckle, a small smile on her full lips. Elliot put his hands out to brace himself against the heavy oak table and watched as she deftly unzippered his trousers and reached inside for his already hardening cock. He'd had more action in the past few days than he'd had in months and still his body responded like a teenage boy. He gave a low groan as he felt her hand wrap around him, stroking gently. Before he could gather enough composure to reach for her, she had dropped to her knees in front of him. "Mikka" he groaned, "You don't have to…" but the minute he felt her tongue lapping at him, he stopped any pretense of protest. As she worked him with her mouth and lips, she slipped one hand down to caress his balls and stroke the sensitive area behind them. Within minutes, he felt the familiar tightening that signaled impending release. He gasped her name in warning, but she ignored him, continuing her efforts. She stroked him with one hand and engulfed him with warm intensity and soon he was beyond the point of no return. He twisted his hands in her hair and gave a long, low moan as he shuddered and bucked against her.

When he regained a semblance of composure, he pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck and hair. "That was….amazing," he said, still out of breath. "The most excitement this room has ever seen."

She leaned back and smiled at him, stroking the side of his face with one hand. "I wanted to make sure you'd remember me," she said softly.

He chuckled, holding her face in his hands and giving her a hard kiss. "You," he said, kissing her again, "are not a woman that any man forgets."

Outside the closed door of the interrogation room they heard voices. Elliot quickly scrambled to fasten his pants and straighten his clothes while Mikka reached for her coat to put it back on.

"Let me go first…." Elliot started to say, and then shook his head, laughing to himself. There was no plausible reason why he and Von, who no longer worked for the city, would be alone in an interrogation room. They'd just have to weather the storm. "Come on," he said, taking her by the hand. They exited the room.

Munch was in the act of placing a sandwich on Elliot's desk. "There you are," he started to say when he saw Elliot emerging from Interrogation One. The look on his face when he saw Mikka right behind him was priceless. It was one of the few times Elliot had ever known Munch to be speechless. From his desk a few feet away, Fin gave a low chuckle and shook his head. Elliot was just glad that it was his fellow detectives who had returned first and not the Captain. Cragen wouldn't be so shy about calling him out on his behavior. He could deal with some ribbing from his co-workers but he didn't need another reprimand in his jacket.

"Be right back," Elliot said, and with his hand on the small of Mikka's back, escorted her out of the squad room. She gave the two smirking detectives an airy wave as she passed by. Elliot had to admire her spunk. Nothing rattled this woman.

They stopped at the street door. "Have a good flight back," he said to her softly. The lobby, full of people, was no place for intimate goodbyes and he had to get back to work before Cragen returned and demanded a status report.

"I will," she assured him, and turned to walk out the door. At the last minute, she turned back, that big grin back on her face.

"Detective Stabler—do you have a web cam?"