Wildfire

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Elliot sighed as he looked at the apartment. It was a high rise in northern Manhattan that posed as his and Liv's fake identities. He was Gerald Smith and she was Willow Smith. A CI introduced them to the suspected pedophilia ring and he hoped that the kid that was kidnapped two weeks ago was with them. At least the boy would be alive. 

They were to eat, sleep, and breath as Mr. and Mrs. Smith. He just hoped they didn't have to do anything major as the husband and wife. He wanted to though. He wasn't sure he'd be able to hold himself back if that sort of thing were to come up. The image of he and Liv being forced into bed together by the suspects of this ring came to mind. It angered him. 

Yes, he wanted to be in bed with her, but not this way. He shook his head as he flipped the burgers over. They were only on day two of this husband and wife thing. The pedo ring probably wouldn't have them do anything with each other unless they were suspect of them, and he and Liv knew how to act as a couple. Liv came out of the bathroom with a tank top and night shorts on, hair in a loose ponytail. 

She looked tired, which she probably was. They got in late last night and didn't sleep much before having to go to their 'jobs' this morning. "That smells good, El," she smiled as she walked over to him and inhaled the scent of the burgers. 

His heart started to beat faster as her breast pressed against his arm. "Thanks, one of my best dishes," he said, ignoring the twitching in his cock. 

"The kids love your burgers?" Liv asked as she reached up to get a couple glasses for their wine. 

He shrugged. "Mostly, except that time when Maureen said she was going vegetarian."

Liv stopped and looked at him. "Maureen went vegetarian?" 

Laughing, he nodded. "For about two months, yeah. When I made my steaks one day, though she broke and said she was done with it."

"Wow, I never knew that," Liv said, amused. The wine was chilling in the fridge, so Liv placed the glasses on the table and got the plates out for him. She sat the plates by the stove so he could make the plates there and then got the wine out when he said it was about done. "Wine and burgers. Not a pair I'd pick, but maybe." She poured a generous amount of wine in each glass and sat down to wait. 

Elliot fixed her burger exactly how he knew she liked it and got the fries out of the oven. After making sure the oven and stove was off, he nodded at the plates and carried them over to the table. "Enjoy," he said with a smile as he sat the plates down. He went to pour water in the pans before the grease stuck to the pan and took a deep breath. 

This was almost like a date, but it was work. He turned to see Liv already tucking in the the burger. Her eyes were closed and she was chewing very slowly, moaning with every new chew. The twitch in his groin was growing, accompanied by a very fast heartbeat. He sat down and started eating his own burger and gave himself a mental pat on the back. 

"How long do you think this assignment will last?" Liv asked after she swallowed her food. 

Elliot shrugged. "Hopefully not long. They seem to like me. I heard them mention a kid and that I'd have to be tested." 

"I hope it's not a test to actually commit the crime of molestation." Liv took a thoughtful drink of wine. 

Shaking his head, he said, "I don't think so. They might ask me several questions based on pedphile responses. I mean they have a shrink there."

Liv nodded. "True. If so, then you'll have to go against your instincts and chose the wrong answers."

"Tell them I love you, but I'd like to express a different love for little boys?" He suggested. 

Shrugging, Liv took another bite of her burger and moaned again. He tried to ignore the sound and focus on his own chewing even though he was wishing that her moans were from him. "El, this really is the best burger I've ever had," she said happily. Elliot smiled as the phone started to ring. Only Ross Zitnaker and his pedophilia ring goons know the number to the apartment. 

Liv and Elliot looked at one another with a look of regret. The things that they will have to lie about for this case would mean they would need some therapy. Elliot picked up the phone and looked at Liv when he said, "Gerald Smith." 

A deep, husky voice answered. It was Nikoli Newport, Zitnaker's number 2. He always wore a leather jacket over a yellow shirt. Sometimes the shirt was dirty and torn, other times he had on a very nice high brand yellow shirt tucked into his ripped pale blue jeans. It was like he either wanted to act cool one day then try to impress someone another. Elliot thought that yellow was a terrible color for his complexion. 

"Gerald, it's Nikoli. Ross wants you to come meet the little boy," he said gruffly. 

Elliot leaned against the eggshell colored table that the phone staring at the wooden floor. It was time to start his lie in full. "Okay, when do you want to meet?" 

"Tomorrow, seven that night for dinner. Bring the missus to see if he will be a good son." He didn't linger around, hanging up seconds after. Elliot looked at the phone and sighed. 

He hung up the receiver and nodded. "Tomorrow at 7, both of us."