Bensler Oneshots

Snuggling

"Elliot, you have to sleep sometime," she said, taking in the bags under his bloodshot eyes.

"I'll sleep after we catch him," he answered, not looking away from the papers strewn about his desk.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "You know well enough that sleep deprivation doesn't help solve cases. Hit the cribs for an hour or two. I'll come and get you if anything."

"Last I checked, you weren't my mother," Elliot said instantly, his sour mood edging into his words.

"It wasn't a suggestion. Go. Now," she shot back.

He glanced up, noticing that Fin was giving them the side eye.

"Liv..." Elliot started.

"Did I stutter?"

He swallowed hard, taking in her glare. Then, he stood, backing away from his desk, certain that he heard Fin laughing.

....

"El. Elliot, wake up," Olivia said softly, shaking his shoulder.

"What?" he hissed, throwing an eye arm over his eyes. "I thought I was ordered to get some sleep."

"Sorry. We've got a lead. Captain wants us to go check it out."

Elliot sighed, rolling over and looking up at her. "I repeat: what happened to sleeping? I've been in here five minutes."

Olivia grinned. "Thought you didn't need any?"

He swung his feet around to the floor. "Alright, Benson. I know I get grouchy, but later, you remember that you're the one who dragged me out of bed."

"You won't let me forget it."

....

"Okay, now I'm really tired," Elliot said as they jumped out of the car at the precinct.

"So you admit it?" Olivia asked.

He nodded. "I've been up for two days, Liv. Getting hard to try and deny it."

"Why don't you head home for awhile?" she suggested.

"You aren't going to?"

Olivia shook her head. "I'll hang around in case anything comes up."

"Hypocrite. You need to rest, too."

"I'm fine."

"Are you?" Elliot asked, his voice growing softer as he asked more seriously.

Olivia was silent, continued walking inside.

"Liv, you alright?" His hand brushed her arm.

"I'm fine," she said with a smile he recognized all too well as fake.

Elliot sighed. "I know you're not."

"I'll see you tomorrow, El," Olivia said, her voice cracking before she hurried away into the building.

"Hey, wait," he called after her, jogging to catch up.

Elliot stopped her as they entered the building, turning her to face him. Her brown eyes were glassy with held back tears.

"You gotta talk to me," he said softly.

She blinked her eyes rapidly, tilting her head to face the ground.

"Please, tell me what's wrong. You know I'll do anything to fix it."

Olivia let out a soft sob at his words, pulling her arms tighter around herself as the tears started flowing down her face. He didn't ask any more questions then, just tugged her into his arms and held her.