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"He has a point," Alex said after a very long, silent moment.

"I ain't drawin' straws," Fin said, scowling at her. She shook her head.

"No, about this room. Can't you feel it already, like the weight of a thunderstorm about to break?" Olivia nodded slowly. Stabler shuddered. Alex took a deep breath. "Is there someplace in the building that's more secure, more ... private, that we could move him to?"

"Lockup's empty," Stabler suggested. "The beds aren't great, but the plumbing works."

"Yeah, and the last cell is about as far from here as you can get without leaving the building," Fin said. After silently closing her laptop, Alex stood up and stepped away from the desk. Her stomach was doing flip-flops.

"Monitored by cameras?" she asked. Olivia nodded. "I want them turned off. And I need about ten feet of stout cord or rope, two or three blankets and a handful of safety pins." Everyone stared at her for a moment, and she couldn't figure out why they looked like she was on death row. It was her job to protect people, and that included everyone in this room, and especially the man down the hall. She knew without a doubt that Bobby would give his life to protect her; what she would give was not nearly as great a sacrifice.

The three SVU detectives headed off in different directions to scrounge up her supplies, leaving her alone with Sledge. Captain Cragen and Dr. Huang were still cloistered in the Captain's office, making phone calls. She sank back into her empty chair, closing her eyes as she buried her face in her hands.

Bobby was not going to like this. With him, she always felt like a partner, a best friend, an anchor, a sister, a buddy, but never like a woman, not that way. Sometimes, when they were playing their games, setting up the suspects, it felt different. A look in his eye, a touch of his hand, a tone in his voice, but it was just part of the game. It had to look real to fool their quarry. She'd never admit that, for the length of a heartbeat, she was sometimes fooled as well.

She opened her eyes to find a pair of shiny black shoes standing just to her left.

"Do you always take this good a care of your partners?" Alex stood up and pushed past him.

"Don't even start, Sledge," she said, stalking over to Stabler's desk and riffling through the stack of files on it. Sledge stepped up behind her and reached around her arm, placing his hand flat on the pile of files. It was so like something Bobby would do that she had to look up and make sure it wasn't him. It wasn't.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It's not like me to joke like that. I came over to tell you that ... after this is over, if you find yourself without a partner, I'll work a case with you anytime."

"Thank you, but I'm not going to let him die."

"I know, but--" He seemed to choosing his words very carefully. Maybe that was just him. "--if this ordeal changes things, and the two of you can't be partners--"

"What are you saying?" She turned to face him, still partially encircled by his arm.

"I got the--" Olivia stopped a few feet into the room, a stack of neatly folded gray blankets in her arms. Her eyes moved back and forth between them, hardly a great distance. "Everything okay in here?"

"Fine," Alex said, taking a step backward. Sledge did the same. "We were just talking." Olivia finished the walk across the squad room and deposited her load on an empty desk.

"Even so, it might be a good idea to keep a safe distance whenever possible. You never know when ..." She didn't need to finish the sentence. Alex and Sledge exchanged glances and moved to opposite sides of the room.

Stabler came in trailing an orange extension cord.

"This is the best I could do," he said. "You'd think a squad dealing with sex crimes would have more rope lying around." He frowned, as if he didn't like what he just said, and shook his head. Olivia shot her a curious look, but then Fin came in, carrying a medium-sized cardboard box.

"Couldn't find no safety pins," he said, setting the box on the desk beside the blankets. "Wasn't sure what you'd want instead, so I brought thumb tacks, straight pins, staples, rubber bands and duct tape."

"Sounds like a party to me," Stabler said, and then frowned again.

"Detective Stabler, why don't you go outside and get some air," Alex suggested.

"I think ... I will," he said, heading for the door. Alex walked over and pulled the duct tape out of the box.

"He's not usually like that, I take it?" she asked, taking out a box of straight pins as an after-thought.

"To Elliot, innuendo is a four letter word," Olivia said, leaning closer so Fin and Sledge wouldn't overhear. "I think the incubus is having a bad effect on our men." Alex glanced up at her, and then quickly away.

"I think it's dragging all out minds down into the gutter," she said, taking the top blanket off the stack. She looked at Sledge, and then at Fin, both of whom were watching the two women with undivided attention. Alex cleared her throat, making them all jump. "Let's do this before things get worse, shall we?"

They moved a pair of desks to one side and spread the first blanket on the floor. The extension cord was laid along one side, about four inches from the edge. The material was folded over and pinned in place, then duct taped to prevent the pins from sliding out. Voila, instant curtain. The other two blankets were strung alongside the first. Stabler returned just as they smoothed down the last piece of tape.

"It's like walking into a cloud of insects," he said. "The energy in this room just beats at you."

"Feeling better?" Olivia asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, I am," he said with a crooked grin. Alex rolled her eyes and turned away. No attraction, my ass, she thought as she gathered up the heavy curtains. It didn't take a detective to notice the chemistry between them. Then again, she might be seeing things that weren't there, thanks to the curse.

"Okay, I'm going to need a hand hanging these," Alex said, hefting the curtains onto her shoulder. "Any volunteers?"

"I'll help," Fin said as he and Sledge stepped forward. They shot each other dirty looks.

"Gee, thanks guys," she said, "but I think Detective Benson and I can handle it."

"Can I watch?" Sledge asked.

"Detective Stabler?" Alex asked. He stepped forward and gestured toward the door.

"C'mon, you two, outside," he ordered. They left reluctantly, casting hungry glances back over their shoulders. Alex sighed in relief, glad that the guys were gone, and for more reasons than one.
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