Reversed Roles

Part 16

THE BENSON-EVANS RESIDENCE,
QUEENS, NEW YORK

The next morning

"You were amazing last night", Carlisle whispers in his wife's ear, waking her up while holding her still naked body from behind.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it.", she said turning around to face him. "If we carry on like that every night, I might not be able to make it to work the next day or better yet, end up pregnant again. We have too many kids already.", she said smiling at him. "Good morning, babe.", she finally said, softly kissing his lips.

"Good morning.", Carlisle kissed her again, but just long enough.

"It's almost time for us to get up.", Liv said, laying her head on his chest. "I don't wanna! I wanna stay in bed the whole day and have hot, passionate sex!", she whined.

"I wanna spend some alone time with you too. Just the two of us. We could book a hotel room for the weekend? ", Carlisle suggested. Liv looked up at him.

"What about the kids?"

"My mom can come over and watch them."

"I'm on call this weekend."

"So am I. Let's just hope we don't get called in."

"Okay then. We have a deal."

"A deal it is."

...

SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT
SQUAD ROOM

Olivia strolled into the bullpen with a goofy grin on her face and a pep in her step. She greeted everyone a good morning, even Elliot, and sat down at her desk.

"Well, someone's real happy this morning.", John spoke up first. Elliot glanced over the paper he was reading. "Does it have to do do with a certain Mr Evans and that rather large hickey on your neck?", that made Olivia's eyes widen and Elliot's redden with rage. Olivia quickly pulled open her desk drawer and pulled out the small mirror she kept in there. She brought the mirror up to her neck to inspect the love her husband left on there. A gasp escaped her mouth as she saw the bruise herself. 'Why hadn't I notice it this morning?', she thought to herself. She rummaged through her drawer again in search of the foundation she kept there.

"So I take that as a yes.", Munch said. Liv turned to Munch, gave him a roll of the eye and then walked off to the bathroom to cover up the marks. Once she returned, her eyes immediately tried to find Elliot. When she couldn't find him, she turned to Munch.

"Where's Elliot?", she asked.

"He went upstairs right after you went to the bathroom. He looked rather pissed off."

"Okay, thanks.", she said and made her way up the stairs. She found him pummelling away at a locker with his fists. Her locker. He didn't even notice her standing there. "You imagining that locker was me?", as soon as those words left her mouth, she instantly regretted it and what it implied. Right after she uttered those words, Elliot stopped and turned to her.

"Excuse me?", he asked in a low growl, his eyes squinted. He took a step closer to her. He was actually starting to scare her now. "What did you just say to me?"

"I-I'm sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean it like that. I know you would never.", Liv apologized.

"You're damn right I would never!", he was now standing mere inches away from her. Before she could register, he shot his hand out, locking it in a tight grip around her upper arm. "I don't ever wanna hear those fucking words come out your damn mouth again, okay!", he gripped harder. Liv looked him in the eyes with a bewildered expression.

"You're hurting me.", she whispered. Elliot didn't loosen his grip.

"Just because your husband may be hurting you at home, don't mean all men are the same!"

"Carlisle would never hurt me, unlike you're doing now!", she ripped her are from his grip. He didn't step back, in fact, he got right in her face.

"You sure about that? He has got a real short fuse that one. I wouldn't put it past him.", he smirked then left the locker room like nothing had just happened.

A/N: Well, okay then...