A/N: Thought it would be a good idea to make a story of one shots since I have so many circling my brain at this hour :) I'll try to update it as much as I can because I won't lie...one shots are my guilty pleasure. I've rated it M just to be safe, not all stories will be sexually explicit. Pretty, pretty please leave a review and follow or favorite so I know that people like it so far. Thank you lovelies ;)

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No Matter What

(Takes place in 1st season)

It was extremely late late, probably past one. Elliot didn't notice, nor did he care. All he was focusing on right now was the blurry, gray video being streamed live in front of him from a tiny camera hidden safely in Olivia's small diamond incrusted ring. Their were two men, both large and greasy looking, sitting next to two blonde women about Olivia's age, 34 in a secluded booth. To be honest, Elliot wasn't so much concerned with the women and sex traffickers he was supposed to be focused on. All of his attention was aimed purely at the safety of Olivia Benson, who was posing as a normal women, tending the bar where this sex trafficking meeting was being held.

Munch on the other hand was actually paying attention to the important factor of the operation, unlike Elliot. He rolled his eyes as he saw the worried and focused expression on Elliot's face which he knew wasn't coming from where it was supposed to. He heard the the conversation clearly coming from the two men along with the blondes who both had hispanic accents.

"Don't we look beautiful tonight darling?," A heavyset white man, Gabriel, was muttering to the smaller of the blondes, lust consuming his voice as he caressed his face with his thick fingers. The woman put on the perfect act of need as she melted against his touch and moaned sexily. From what John could see, her well-manicured hand was sliding up and down his thigh, undoubtedly tempting him.

"Hmmm, I think I would look even more beautiful, if perhaps I had nothing on," She whispered in a low, sultry voice as she continued her teasing actions on him. Gabriel grinned wickedly as one of his hands reached between the woman's legs and she let out another sexy moan.

"God, hurry the fuck up," Elliot murmured to Munch's left as he scrubbed his hands down his face. Munch knew he was frustrated, probably even more than he was. In order for them to collar the two men, they needed cold, hard proof of the scandal that was being held tonight. They knew for a fact, from a undisclosed source, that an exchange would be happening tonight. Three men, all white, would be coming to Dick's Pub tonight paying the two sex traffickers, known as Miguel and Gabriel, for full use and control of the two blonde women. With any luck which was certainly on their side tonight, Olivia would be able to capture the whole deal on the hidden camera and they could collar all four men and get the two women to safety.

John had to admit so far that Olivia was doing extremely well for a newbie. Sure she'd been with the unit around five years, but still she hadn't gotten assigned any undercover work, not like this.

"It'll be over soon, Stabler," Munch whispered to the resentful, younger detective as his eyes remained glued to the two hispanics practically having sex on screen. It was a sick, disgusting sight, but it would almost certainly be over in a matter of minutes.

Olivia shifted at her position in the bar. The black, leather, nee-high boots she was wearing were literally killing her feet. Besides the shoes, the irritating fishnet stockings, tight red dress that was just shy of revealing her thong, and pushup bra were enough to make her almost scream at the top of her lungs. Never had Olivia Benson ever felt like a prostitute before, but tonight, yeah that was different. She felt like a complete and utter whore just by the outfit. Just as she was about to ponder the fact that she was doing absolutely nothing but laying her hand on the counter, the ring facing the four people, and pretending to be watching the basketball game on the television across from the bar, the front door of the bar creaked open and three men walked in. They were all caucasian and rich-looking; their hair gelled back complete with ironed, new suits. They had cocky, slightly creepy, smirks on their faces and Olivia immediately had no doubt in her mind that they were the men that were making the deal tonight.

"Good evening," Gabriel said as he stood to great the three men who had walked in, extending his hand politely. The three of them each shook the man's hand, talking happily at how they expected the most out of him from his high reputation in the business.

"I'm a bit parched," A dark haired men stated, his eyes snapping over to where Olivia was watching out of the corner of her eye.

"I'll order you something, Mr. Vendetti," Miguel said with a fake smile as he snapped his fingers at Olivia. It took all of Olivia's might to saunter sexily over to the seven of them to take their orders, trying not to look suspicious, just like the slut she was playing.

"What can I get for you?," Olivia asked with the same fake grin that Miguel had on earlier, that was used only to please customers. The dark haired man tapped his chin and didn't bother hiding his wandering green eyes as they drank in the sight of Olivia's curvy body in the skin tight, red dress that made her tan skin stand out against the dim light of the pub.

"How about a nice, cold scotch," Vendetti said, leaning slightly forward, getting a little to close for Olivia's comfort to her breasts.

"I'll get that for you right away," Olivia responded, not letting his lack of personal space affect her act in any way. As she turned to go and retrive the drink, the man spoke.

"How about I accompany you to the bar, Miss...?" Shit. Olivia hadn't gone over a name with Cragen. To be honest, none of them thought that it was necessary. In the heat of the moment, Olivia thought of the sluttiest name she could come up with.

"Candy. Miss Candy." A smirk brushed over the Vendetti's face. But this wasn't an amused smirk, this was a lustful smirk.

"All right, Miss Candy," He said standing up and brushing his pants, "I'll accompany you." Olivia wanted to face palm herself. Why now? Why did the first ever undercover operation she did have to be so complicated? Why couldn't she just point her diamond ring at the creeps seated at the table and wait for them to pay off the traffickers? This was just her luck, but of course, their was very rarely ever luck on the job... especially this job.

"It would be my pleasure," Olivia responded flirtatiously as she led the way to the bar, making sure to sway her ass as she was expected to do by those pigs. Of course, putting on the perfect act of a sexy, horny bartender wouldn't make the deal happen any faster, but it would sure as hell make the men feel in their comfort zone which was important for no turbulence or disasters to occur.

"So, Miss Candy," Vendetti said in a smooth, buttery voice as he sat down on a bar stool, "exactly how old are you? You couldn't be more than 29, maybe even 28." Olivia laughed in a low and mysterious tone and began to fill a glass up with ice cubes.

"Only 34," She responded catching his eye and biting her lip for the extra affect of innocence. Vendetti chuckled deeply and Olivia began to fill up the cup with the dark, amber liquid. Once more she felt his eyes burning holes into various parts of her body as he drank in the sight of her. She slid the scotch across to him when she was done and made sure to brush his hand provocatively.

"You know, Miss Candy," He said taking a sip of his scotch, "it would really please me if you could come and have a seat with me." Olivia knew this was going slightly to far, but she might have to go with it. From here his body was almost completely blocking the view of the six other people talking at the booth. Maybe it she nonchalantly placed her hand on his shoulder as she made teasing small talk with him, she could get a better view of them. So she walked confidently out of the nook of the bar and took a seat beside him, sliding her hand over the soft fabric of his sleeves.

"So what may your name be?," Olivia asked looking at him with her big, brown eyes that she knew must look stunningly sexy, especially since she spent nearly an hour getting all her makeup right. She had been determined not to screw this up and so far it was going better than she had expected.

"Adam." He took another swig of his scotch.

"And what did you come here to do, Mr. Adam?," Olivia purred massaging the back of his shoulders with her fingers, gently. Vendetti smirked.

"I came here to fuck those two beautiful women over there, but now I'm having second thoughts." For a moment confusion befuddled Olivia's mind, but in an instant she knew immediately what he had meant. But her realization was far too late. In an instant Vendetti's hands strong arms had slammed her down onto the floor, her head smashing painfully against the hardwood floors. She could see from her angle that the two women looked slightly uncomfortable, but the men were grinningly sadistically down at her. Without even looking around Olivia knew that there were no other people in Dick's Pub. Cragen had made sure to have no other citizens enter the premises. How he managed to do that, Olivia had no idea. She also knew that it would only be a matter of moments before Elliot and Munch crashed through the doors and tackled Vendetti to the ground. Before she knew what was happening Vendetti swung his leg over stomach and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, another traveling to his pocket, as Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs and writhed beneath him. In a beat she felt a cold, metal barral pressing against her temple and the cold chuckle that escaped Vendetti's mouth as he proceeded in tearing her dress from her body. Her screams had been reduced to pathetic whimpers and her struggle became a feeble shaking motion as Vendetti leaned in to suckle the sensitive flesh of her neck as he began to dry hump her. God he wasn't even inside of her and she had never felt more violated in her life.

"Tell daddy that you like it," Vendetti moaned. Where were they?! "Tell him that you want him in your tight, little pussy." Where the fuck were they?! A crash and Elliot's angry voice answered her question.

"NYPD, DROP THE GUN!" Vendetti looked up, clearly startled. Olivia could see, from her obstructed view, Elliot and Munch, both of their guns pointed squarely at Vendetti who looked like a deer in headlights. It seemed like hours but it was only seconds before the sick bastard climbed off of Liv and stood, his gun still pointed right at the exposed detective on the floor.

"Turn over." He spoke in a calm, smooth voice, the same way it had been back before he had gone all psycho on her. Olivia immediately obliged and flipped over, with as little movement as possible, onto her stomach. She felt her heart pounding against her rib cage, almost violently and it hurt.

"Drop the gun." This time it was Munch who spoke in the same demanding tone as Elliot, although he sounded much more calm than her partner had.

"I don't think so," Vendetti said. Even though Olivia could only see a glimpse of the two of her fellow detectives in front of her, she knew that Vendetti had the same arrogant grin on his face like he had before.

"Come on, we can work something out, just put the gun on the floor and no one has to get hurt," Munch said. Olivia heard Vendetti chuckle as she silently pleaded for him to please just listen to Detective John Munch for once and just please, please drop the gun before her head got blown off.

"I have a feeling you're going to arrest me if I do," Vendetti said, his weight shifting slightly from above her, "and we wouldn't want that now would we?" Olivia heard a loud bang and she bit her lip, hard, to fight back the scream as she felt sharp shards of glass and sticky, cold liquid cascading over her body. Vendetti must have shot the glass of brandy.

"What do you want?," Elliot's voice was cold, but much more composed than it had been minutes before.

"I wanted to fuck Miss Candy hard, but you have obviously prevented that from happening."

"Okay, okay, look if you just drop the gun and have Miss Candy confirm that it was all a part of role play, we will gladly let you two proceed in your night. Isn't that right Miss Candy?," Munch asked, his act nearly perfect. Olivia nodded, not trusting herself to speak in fear that she would break down in tears. Olivia knew that Vendetti was weighing the options.

"Okay." With that final word, Vendetti dropped the gun with a clatter to the ground and was instantly thrown on the ground by Elliot. Olivia only heard the undisguisable sound of Elliot's fists hitting Vendetti's flesh and Munch telling him soothingly to calm down. Olivia only felt happiness, sheer happiness that she was going to make it out of this relatively unharmed. She didn't even care that she was still laying facedown, half naked, on a filthy floor that smelled disgusting. It took her a moment to pull herself up and cover herself with her arms, looking for her ruined dress that had been flung by Vendetti into the corner of the room. She saw Munch hauling Vendetti out in cuffs outside. Before he was completely gone he nodded to her with a faint smile as if to say, "you did good, kid," like he would on any other occasion. Elliot was already on the job of covering Olivia's unconcealed body as he shrugged his NYPD jacket off of his shoulders, placed it around, and zipped it up before she knew what had happened. She knew that jacket was much better than the dress because it came down to right above her knees and it was warm with his body heat. Olivia wanted to thank him, but she still didn't trust herself to speak without loosing it completely. She knew in the bottom of her heart either way that sooner or later she was going to break down into tears. Elliot seemed to sense that too and without warning he wrapped his arms tightly around his partner and cradled her to his chest.

It was around two hours later and Elliot was laying in the crib, thinking about how close he was to losing his partner. It was the first time he'd actually been placed in a situation where he felt his heart pounding out of control at the look of pure and utter terror plastered on Olivia's face as Vendetti pointed the gun at her skull without mercy. It scared him. It scared him way more than he let on. If Olivia weren't being interviewed by a physiatrist at the moment, Elliot would undoubtedly have her in his arms. He knew that she had put up a hell of a fight against Cragen, explaining as calmly as she could that she was fine, but he had brought her forward into the present saying more bluntly than Elliot thought necessary, "You've been assaulted, Olivia, for god sakes." Elliot had whispered to her a moment later to meet him in the crib after she was finished with the one on one interview. He really didn't give a shit how long it took as long as he got to see her and make sure that she was okay, unscathed. Emotionally she was obviously going to be going through a lot, but he could help her through that. Physically, Elliot knew he was just plain lucky to still have her on earth.

"El?," Her voice rang out through the shadows as the door creaked open and she hesitantly walked in.

"Liv," Elliot breathed, jumping up from his comfortable position and nearly dashing over to her as he took her in his arms. He was grateful when Olivia hugged him back, her hands curling around his back, pressing him close to her. She still smelled like the mellow scent scotch and when he pressed his cheek against her neck, it was sticky with the substance. "I thought I was going to lose you." He heard Olivia sniffle and for a moment Elliot contemplated kissing away her tears that were obviously falling from her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes. But he knew he couldn't do that. It would just confuse her more.

"I-I'm sorry," Olivia mutterred as she took heaving breaths, trying to steady her erratic breathing, "I didn't mean t-to scare you." Elliot pulled himself away from her, allowing his hands to rest on the soft curves of her hips. He cupped her cheek softy and thumbed away to tears that were falling. In an instant he was close to her, his forehead touching hers, his nose brushing against hers, as he kissed to little, salty beads of water away.

"Don't you dare apologize, honey," Elliot whispered to her softly as he brushed his lips delicately over her temple. It was only a few beats later when Olivia pulled gently away from him to glance for a moment into his deep blue eyes filled with love and concern. Then her lips were on his. She didn't care that he was married, nor that they were partners. All she cared about right now was the overwhelming feeling of love the both of them had burning in the depths of their souls. His mouth parted allowing her full acces to explore him, to have full control of the situation. Her tongue slid softly against his and he felt himself harden almost the moment she had touched his lips.

A few short moments later, Elliot hoisted Olivia up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried them to a bed where he lay her down, not daring to part from her tongue that tasted and felt so good. Elliot pressed himself against Olivia's stomach as she continued to map out his mouth. With one swift movement of his tongue he was now inside of her mouth, running his tongue once over her bottom lip. Olivia moaned and Elliot felt her hands traveling down his waist to his belt buckle and a tugging motion that drove him insane.

"Oh god Liv," He groaned at he took a panted breath. With that the two began undressing each other. He pulled down the NYPD sweatpants that had been pulled out of a closet and unzipped his jacket, tossing them onto the floor along with his belt which Olivia had removed in record time. He saw her hardened nipples, even beneath the thick fabric of her sexy, lace bra and it took him almost no time for him to unhook it a throw in on the floor along with the other articles of clothing. Elliot's mouth immediately wrapped around one of her nipples, tugging softly on the pebbled pink flesh. Olivia sighed contently as her nails raked across his back painfully. He knew he was causing her so much pleasure and that made him even more eager to get inside of her and show her how much he really and truly loved her. His mouth moved to the other sensitive flesh of her breast and his hand inadvertently began moving down to where her thong was, concealing...well almost nothing.

"Please, El," Olivia groaned lightly biting the skin on his neck to keep herself from crying out.

"Oh, Liv," Elliot soothed caressing her cheek gently, "don't beg me, love." Within a minute, Elliot's pants were gone from his body as was Olivia's thong, and he was poking at her entrance, nearly losing control at the meer sight of her, waiting for him with her mouth open and wet and her fingers rolling over her breasts.

"Are you sure?," Elliot asked one last time before they made the biggest action of their lives come true. Olivia looked up at him and smiled coyly.

"Of course," She responded, her hand reaching up to smooth his cheek. Elliot pushed inside of her, unable to stand the anticipation anymore. They both gasped and clawed at each other's skin, attaching their lips once more. He began moving back and fourth gently, forming a protective cage around her body as he held her against him. Their bodies were in complete harmony; Olivia rocked back and fourth and Elliot thrusted soothingly. It was when he felt her tightening around him, that he began to go harder than he thought he should have. But he got the completely opposite reaction than he was expecting. Her back was arching and little beads of sweat began breaking out over her forehead as she panted wanting more and more. Elliot felt himself starting to release and he let his hand travel down to her swollen clit to give her even more pleasure. An unnatural scream erupted from somewhere deep in Olivia's throat.

"Oh fuck, El!" He slumped over exhausted, on top of her. Both of them were sweaty and sticky. Olivia still smelled like scotch, but Elliot didn't care. All he cared about was that she was finally safe. He didn't think he would ever go home to his wife ever again after tonight. He was in love, but this was stronger than he ever thought possible and the thought of prying himself away from Olivia made him tighten his tender grip around her shoulders.

"I love you, Elliot," Olivia murmured, her eyes sliding shut.

"I love you too, baby girl," Elliot whispered, making a vow to himself that he would never leave her side. No matter what.