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"When the hell is maintenance coming to fix the damn AC?" Nick Amaro yelled, leaning back in his chair. His shirt was drenched in sweat, and he was fighting the urge to rip it off in front of the entire squad room. Not that anyone would mind, he decided, but Sargent Olivia Benson might not be too happy with his little show.

Amanda Rollins had to smile to herself. She knew what Nick was thinking - and she wasn't ready for a Magic Mike reenactment. They had been sleeping together, but a few weeks ago, she decided that their relationship wasn't what she wanted. She had been imagining someone… different in bed, and honestly, that was the end of things for her and Nick. Not to say she wouldn't get back with him if she was to get drunk and needy, but for now, things were good between them - as partners and friends. That was all she could handle right now.

"They'll be here, 'soon as they fix the rest of the city's problems," Odafin Tutuola teased, knowing it would get to Amaro. He was also sweating profusely, and wouldn't mind taking the top half of his outfit off, either. But he knew the rules. A short sleeved shirt was pushing it for him, really, but he couldn't take the heat… not today, anyway.

Nick rolled his eyes at Fin, and then looked at Amanda. "You see what I have to put up with this week?" he told her, referring to the fact that Amanda would be working with Olivia, because she decided to mix things up a little bit.

"Hey, Fin, Amaro… we've got a victim down at Bellevue, says she was raped by a federal agent…" the sergeant said, coming out of her office, looking at the men dripping with sweat. "Maybe get a shower in before you head down to the hospital?" She eyed them both.

"Yeah. Me first though," Fin said, hopping out of his chair to get back into the shower room.

"Maybe their AC will actually be on," Amaro gritted his teeth, before Olivia shot him a glance.

"Look, they're working as fast as they can. I know we're all a little tense because of the heat, but let's take it easy today. Rollins, I want you to see if you can find anybody else who claims a federal agent assaulted them. In the past few weeks. It seems to be every other day that this is happening, so I want to see where and when this pattern started," Olivia explained, turning to head back into her office.

Amanda nodded, and began researching what her boss asked her to.

"You doin' alright? With the heat I mean? You gotta fan or something to keep you cool tonight?" Nick asked, after Benson closed the door to her office. She must have had something important going on, as she usually left the door open. Or maybe it was just cooler in there… the detectives really weren't sure what was going on.

"Yeah, yeah… don't worry 'bout me. I'll be fine tonight," Amanda gave him a knowing smile. He was being a little too nice to her today. She knew he missed her, but she couldn't bring herself to give into what he wanted. No, this time, she needed to focus on herself. Something she didn't do too often. Ever since her yoga retreat, though, she decided that she had to think about what she wanted, and that was when she decided she had to break things off with Nick. It was not, under any circumstance, going to work out, and Amanda wasn't going to make it harder for her or Nick by staying with him out of guilt.

"Okay, well, I have a working AC, unlike this place, and could pick up some extra ice if you wanna have a drink…" Nick raised his brow, intentionally flirting, hoping he could talk her into coming over that night. His ego was a little bruised from when she turned him down last time he tried something like this, so he thought maybe, if he tried a little harder, she'd change her mind.

What Nick didn't know, though, was that Amanda made up her mind long before they'd ever started hanging out together. For Amanda, it wasn't that Nick was a bad guy, or even that he had a pushing personality, it was that he was such a good guy, and had such a great personality, that she would have done anything to get his attention in the beginning. But that was before she really took a look at herself, and thought about what she truly wanted. And that, unfortunately, wasn't Nick Amaro.

"I'll keep that in mind," Amanda said with a smile, letting him down gently, as she turned back to her computer screen to continue her search. Eventually, Fin came out, dressed in a new outfit, and Nick took his turn in the locker room. But before Nick could even appear showered to the party he was interested in, Amanda found something in the search database that made her mouth drop.

She went and knocked on Olivia's office door, and the sergeant motioned for her to come inside.

"Hey, Sarg-" she started to say, before Olivia shook her head. Amanda knew that Olivia hated it when people called her that, but she couldn't help it. It was the respectful thing to say, and Amanda knew that respect was very important in the profession that she was in.

"Olivia, please."

Amanda blatantly ignored her, and continued, "I found something in the database… just uploaded today… there have been three other cases, in the past week, of women being attacked by someone claiming to be FBI. The first woman lives in Virginia, the second in DC, and the third in Delaware."

"The fourth in Jersey, two days ago, and the fifth here, today," Olivia said, putting the pieces together in her mind. She knew there had to be a pattern, and she thought it originated in New York, went to Jersey, and then came back to the city. What she didn't count on, though, was that it began somewhere in Virginia and then made its way to the city.

Taking a breath, Olivia thought for a moment and then said, "Well, I guess you can go home and pack a bag."

"Why?"

"We're going to Virginia."