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"It was an accident," Sledge said. "I wasn't watching, I came out of the break room, right into him. I - I'm not a homosexual. I'm not." He was barely speaking above a whisper. Alex glanced at each of the others, reading nothing but empathy on their faces; the only person Sledge needed to convince was himself.

"Of course you're not," Alex said, brushing a couple of stray hairs off his shoulder. "We already suspected the incubus wasn't very picky." She gave a forced laugh. "Bobby used that very threat to keep Stabler from giving him another black eye."

"As if," Elliot muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. Dr. Huang stepped forward, sliding between Deakins and Carver, to offer his professional opinion.

"The incubus promises sexual gratification," he said, sounding every inch the head-shrinker. "Being aroused by that, no matter what the source, should not make you question your sexuality. From what I understand, it is a very powerful, sometimes irresistible, physical sensation, and a physical reaction is completely normal."

"But are you sure?" Sledge asked. "This - this happened to one of you?" His blue eyes were almost black as they darted from one man's face to the next and found no solace. "It is just me." A jumble of emotions played across Elliot's scowl as he took one step forward, then another, a kind of thoughtful swagger. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing a tattoo on his right forearm, and tucked his tie into the gap between the second and third buttons on his shirt.

"You owe me one," he said, thumping Sledge on the shoulder before stepping past Alex and heading down the hall. Fin, Huang, and Logan peered after him. Elliot glanced back and mouthed the words, How bad can it be?

"He's not going to ..." Logan said, a frown creasing his heavy brow.

"Yeah, he is," Olivia said, turning away and wandering over to her desk. The others soon followed her lead, perching themselves in chairs and on the edges of desks, watching the red second hand race around the face of the clock. Nearly three minutes passed before Elliot appeared at the far end of the corridor, his swagger replaced by a stiffer walk. The results of his 'experiment' were evident.

"It's not just you," he said to Sledge. "That thing inside Goren could give a dead man a hard on." He shuddered and made his way over near Olivia and leaned on the desk beside her, his palms flat against the faux wood surface as he hung his head.

"What happened?" Alex heard Olivia ask. Elliot was silent for a moment.

"Nothing I want to talk about." Olivia started to reach out and put her hand on his shoulder, but he sidestepped before she could. "Don't," he said, his mercurial gaze shifting from the floor to her shins and back again, �you�ll only make it worse.� At first, Olivia seemed torn between hurt and flattered, then she smiled and slid down off the desk.

�Come on,� she said, stepping past her partner, �let�s go see if we can�t do something about that substantial problem of yours.� Elliot inhaled sharply. �I�m sure there�s some ice in the freezer,� she added with a smirk. He gave a low, pained chuckle.

�You�re cruel, Liv,� he said, but followed her down the hall and into the break room, closing the door behind them. Smiling, Alex turned back to Sledge, her grin fading as she raised her eyes to his.

�I�ll do it,� he said, �I�ll help with the spell.� She covered his hand with hers and gave a gentle squeeze.

�You don�t have to, Sledge, really - �

�Yes, Eames, I do.� He took a deep breath, hunting for those elusive words again. �I don�t know you real well, but from what I�ve heard, and what I�ve seen, you do take good care of your partner - of Goren, and you will continue to take care of him, every night, for as long as this continues.� He swallowed hard. �That was the most horrible feeling, that helplessness, and I couldn�t live with myself if I had even the smallest part in making you suffer through that one second longer than necessary.� She just stared at him a moment, now searching for her own words. Plenty were coming to her, but not any that she felt comfortable speaking aloud.

�Thank you ... Edward,� she said at last, and turned away. What she couldn�t tell him, what she didn�t even want to hear herself say, was that she didn�t think of it as some horrific ordeal to be suffered again and again. She wasn�t exactly looking forward to having sex with him, but now that the awkward first time was out of the way, she didn�t foresee any major hang-ups. After all, humans had been having sex for forever.

Taking a cleansing breath, she squared her shoulders and made her way across the room, to where Munch had gathered Novak, Bishop, Carver, Deakins and Logan.

� - can�t guarantee their safety,� Munch was saying, �but we need two more guys for this to work.�

�One,� Alex corrected. �Sledge changed his mind.� Munch arched an eyebrow.

�How�d you manage that?�

�Empathy is a great motivator.� He nodded thoughtfully.

�Maybe I should try that on the kid who delivers my paper. I swear he just chucks them from the elevator.� He chuckled and shook his head. �Anyway, we need one guy who can handle this, preferably a cop, but anyone we can trust -� He eyed Novak, a point which was not lost on her. �- would work.�

�I know a guy over at the three six,� Logan said, drawing a hand back and forth across the side of his jaw. �Kind of a wacko, but that might not be a bad thing, considering.�

�How well do you know him?� Alex asked. Logan shrugged.

�We�ve had a few beers, shot some pool, so ... well enough, I guess.� Munch nodded.

�It�ll have to do; we need to wrap this up by four a.m. - for the sake of our pensions,� he added in response to Novak�s thinly arched eyebrow. To Logan, he said, �Call the guy.�

�Don�t bother,� Elliot said, strolling back into the room, Olivia a few steps behind him. He stepped up into their little group, between Carver and Munch, and stood with his hands in his pockets, his �problem� apparently taken care of. He wasn�t wearing the look of a man who�d just had ice in his drawers, though. That small, lazy smile, of which he probably wasn�t even aware, spoke volumes toward another conclusion.

Alex glanced at Olivia, who had taken a seat at her desk. The dark-haired woman lounged in her chair, one arm draped over the back as she laughed at something Fin was saying to her. Whatever Elliot was smiling about, she felt no guilt about it. Shrugging it off as none of her business, yet filing it away just in case, she turned back to Elliot.

�Okay, I�ll bite,� she said. �Why do we not need to bother?�

"I might have overreacted before," he said. "Your little spell doesn't sound like anything a few hundred Hail Mary's won't fix." He gave a crooked, self-depreciating grin. "I'm hardly the Pope, after all."

"All right," Alex said, "that's everybody." She turned to Munch. "Let's hear how this is going to work."
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