I own no one but my own people

"Ed!" Olivia gasped as her toes curled, her nails digging into the back of the man that was slamming into her, her back arching far off the bed. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Tucker's hand, which had previously been grabbing at her breast, yanked her hair and crashed his lips down on hers, knowing that she was a screamer when she climaxed and didn't particularly feel like having her wake Noah up before either of them finished again.

Knowing that release was coming for him as well, his free hand went in between them and he rubbed her clit hard, knowing just the right pattern that drove the Sergeant insane.

Very soon after, her legs that were wrapped around him pulled his body closer to hers and Olivia screamed, the sound muffled by his lips as her entire body exploded in satisfaction. Her release pushed him over the edge and he gasped as he buried himself in her as far as he could, unintentionally pulling her hair back even further but she was too far lost in her own pleasure to notice.

A minute or so passed before they had both come down from their temporary high. His breath still heavy, Tucker released the death grip in Olivia's hair and instead kindly stroked her face, pushing a stray brown lock from her face and kissed her, far more gentler and loving than anything he had done while they made love.

Olivia's whole body relaxed as she kissed him back with equal softness. "That was… amazing," she sighed with a lazy smile once they broke apart.

Tucker chuckled as he rolled off her but as if out of instinct wrapped his arms around her and turned her to face him, his striking blue eyes not holding that arrogance she was so used to seeing and that would, admittedly, turned her on. "I'm glad you approve, Liv."

Even though he had been using her full name or her shortened nickname for the past month, it still sent a pleasant shudder throughout her. She loved when he called her by her first name and not just 'Benson' or her official title. "Very much so," she told him before giving him another soft kiss.

Tucker looked at her for a moment, both enjoying the gentleness of him running his hand through her hair. "Lemme take you out," he asked in a soft whisper, the same request he made the last few times after they were finished. "It'll be somewhere nowhere neither one of our precincts, no one has to know."

Olivia swallowed hard as he asked her the question she now dreaded after each encounter. "Ed, you know that's not why I don't wanna go out," she explained, her tone apologetic. "I'm not ready for anything serious and right now I have to put all my focus on Noah. I'm sorry."

Tucker's face fell and Olivia looked down at the covers that covered the two of them. She knew he wanted more than… whatever this arrangement was between them but she couldn't give him that. After Brian, Olivia didn't want to chance falling for someone that wasn't looking for what she was; a family and someone to grow old with.

Not to mention after learning his 'father' was the biggest sex trafficking Kingpin on the east coast, her first, second, and third priority right now was Noah and getting everything settled before anything went wrong. She didn't need a relationship, much less a relationship with a lieutenant in Internal Affairs who her whole squad thought had a personal vendetta against them distracting her, or having anything that could be used against her if there was a custody battle between Olivia and Johnny Drake.

"So what?" asked Tucker, the hurt in his voice betraying him as he shrugged. "We just meet up a few times a week to have sex, I leave in the morning, and I'm supposed to pretend you don't mean anything to me or you don't have feelings for me?"

"This is why I hate when you ask that," she sighed as she sat up in bed, wrapping the sheet around her body. She turned to look at him, her brown eyes practically begging him to understand. "It's not the right time for this. Dodd's has me under a microscope, literally every single person in my squad has some kind of issue going on, Noah's caseworker hates me and would look for any excuse to take him from me including starting a relationship with a guy who'll make my work life hell and I can't lose him, Ed, I will NOT lose him to anyone or anything."

Olivia quickly turned form him and wiped her eyes vicariously, not letting Tucker to see her with tears in her eyes. Lately it seemed like any mention of Noah would bring her to tears. She couldn't imagine life without her little boy at all, she would rather day then live a single day without him as her son. The fact that a psychotic rapist could easily take him from her killed her.

Tucker reached over and gently rubbed her back. He had no idea she had found out the identity of Noah's father much less that he was the leader of the east coast sex ring. "Hey… Hey, Liv, look at me," he told her, leaning over and placing a feather light kiss on her shoulder.

She sniffed and turned back to face him, closing her eyes as he reached up and wiped the tears from her face. "I'm sorry," he said as softly as his voice would go. "I didn't mean to make you upset."

"It's not your fault," Olivia said taking a shaky breath and looking him dead in the eyes. "I just… there's a lot going on with him right now, I honestly cannot handle anything more then what we have right now. If you can't do that without a relationship, I understand if you never come over again. No hard feelings I promise."

He flashed Olivia her favorite crooked smile, that playful arrogance that made her toes curl shining in his eyes. "Are you kidding me? Throw away all of this?" He motioned to her body making her chuckle softly. "Not in a million years. Besides without the sex, what would I have to talk about at the water cooler?"

"True. Hearing this is the best part of Amaro's day," she said flashing him a grin.

"Uh, Liv, can you do me a favor and not mention your younger good looking subordinate who looks like a male stripper in uniform when we're in bed together?"

"Well I could but then I wouldn't get to see the look on your face right now.

"Well you know what look I like seeing on your face?" Tucker asked as he rolled back on top of her, his hands palming her ass.

Olivia eagerly spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, already feeling the very big physical reaction she had on him. "And what look would that be?"

"The one you make when I do this," he whispered as he pushed two fingers inside her and curled them forward, her eyes closing as she just barely parted her lips to let a whimper of desire escape.

Just before he could kiss her, Olivia's phone rang. It wasn't a call or text alert but instead it was a video call.

Tucker rolled after her, knowing all too well that late night phone calls meant that she would be leaving the warmth of the bed. Olivia reached over and picked up her phone, expecting to see one of her squad's names and photo's on the glass screen but instead what she did see made her eyes go wide in shock.

"Oh my God," she breathed, the shock of seeing a name she hadn't seen in months appear on her screen waiting for her to press accept.

"What's wrong?" asked Tucker as he sat up in the bed. "Everything alright?"

The Sergeant didn't respond but instead jut took a deep breath, made sure her blanket covered her breasts, and pressed accept.

"You do realize what time it is here right?" Olivia asked as Chicago Intelligence Unit Sergeant Hank Voight showed up on her iPhone screen.

Voight appeared the exact same as last time she saw him. His dark brown hair was the same short militaristic cut as before, his dark brown eyes complimenting his strong square jawed face. He just smirked at her. "Well it's about 1:30 here," he said, his voice as gravelly as she remembered. Tucker raised his brow at the particularly harsh voice that emitted from her phone's speaker. "So I'm guessing 2:30 there?"

"2:31," she corrected.

"Like you care about the time anyway," Voight said as he nodded at her through the screen. "Flushed face, obvious sex hair, bare shoulders so I'm assuming nothing but a blanket covering you... Who were you just fucking, Benson?"

Tucker, still not sure if this was a fellow Manhattan cop and really didn't want to blow their secret by popping into her screen, just silently raised his brow at the crude statement. Olivia glanced over at him, unable to hide the grin at his un-amused face. "That… would be none of your business, Voight."

"He still there huh? Well tell him not to worry; it's not his fault he doesn't live up to the standards I set."

Tucker gently nudged Olivia. "Any connections to NYPD at all?" he mouthed silently when he had her attention. Olivia shook her head and without waiting another second Tucker popped his head in view of the phone. "Ed Tucker, who the hell are you?" Tucker said, any hints of playfulness long gone.

Olivia's face fell as she looked between her phone and the man sitting next to her. That had been one of the things she had noticed about Tucker long before they started sleeping together. He was jealous of her boyfriends, or perceived boyfriends as it had been in Elliot's case, and was not subtle in hiding it. Apparently that jealously extended to friends halfway across the country…

Voight raised his brow. "Name's Hank Voight, nice to meet you..." Voight turned from Tucker to Olivia, almost in disbelief. "Seriously, Benson?"

"Listen, Kermit-."

"Alright, both of you stop," Olivia interrupted to silence whatever snarky comments from Voight or un-amused barks from Tucker would be sure to follow if she let whatever this was continue. She turned to Tucker, silently begging him to listen to her. "Can you go check on Noah?" she asked softly.

"You mean leave to give you two some privacy." Whatever arrogant slyness Tucker had with her just minutes ago was gone and Olivia couldn't help but feel like she was in an interrogation room with him and she was being accused of a crime. "Fine by me."

Tucker started to get up from the bed but Olivia grabbed his hand "Hang on one second, Voight," she told the man on her phone before she set it face down on her bedside table. Tucker turned to look at her and without waiting she kissed him, running his hands through his grayish hair. Olivia would have been lying if she said she wasn't relieved when he kissed her back.

"Don't leave," she told him soft enough so Voight couldn't over hear them, leaning her forehead against his.

Tucker nodded, wrapping his very well built arms around her. "Wouldn't dream of it."

She grinned at the answer and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I really do need someone to check on Noah though."

Tucker chuckled, nodding as he got out of bed and pulled on his briefs. "Yeah sure. Lemme know when you're done with Kermit the Frog there."

"Don't make fun of his voice I mean it," Olivia chided but Tucker just gave her his crooked smile and left the room.

Hearing the door lathed, Olivia picked up the phone and brought it to her face, a sour look evident on her features. "Why would you do that?" asked Olivia, all hints of joking aside.

Voight shrugged. "Because it's fun."

Olivia rolled her eyes, her voice dry as a hot desert. "Yeah, you're hilarious. Anyway, what do you want?"

"Well you said anytime I wanted to see your smiling face all I had to do was Skype you," he reminded her.

"Uh huh, and you just had to see my smiling face at two thirty in the morning?"

"I always wanna see your face, Benson. I wanted to see it since we woke up together that morning."

Olivia glanced at the door nervously, like Tucker would come running in any second to confront the two of them about his last comment but thankfully he hadn't heard it. She turned back to her phone, unable to stop the smile that came from his cocky smirk. "You're gonna get me in trouble."

"Yeah? Well if I do, tell Lieutenant Intense out there I said to relax a bit..."

"He has a name."

"One I'm sure I'll forget in about three minutes time."

Olivia rolled her eyes, but the smile still didn't disappear. "Come on, Voight, be serious, what do you need?"

Voight turned the phone away from his face and instead towards the mug shot that was resting on a wood desk of a fairly good looking man with dark blonde hair and dark hazel eyes. He was smirking at the photographer and a chill ran up Olivia's spine as she looked over the picture. There was a dark evil lurking in him, of that there was no question.

"Meet scum of the earth Tommy Williams," Voight explained. "Along with a very long illustrious career in crimes ranging from breaking and entering to assault with a deadly weapon, he raped tortured and murdered eight women here in Chicago."

Olivia shook her head, unable to tear her eyes away from the picture of him. "Bastard," she spat. "So what do you need from me?"

"Your help," he muttered as he turned the phone back on himself.

Knowing how hard that was for him to admit Olivia nodded. "Anything, Voight, just name it…"

"It's taken us weeks to find out enough information to figure out who the hell he was much less track him down," he explained. "About an hour ago we get an arrest warrant, go to his apartment… he isn't there. But we did find something that may help us find him."

"That's good you got a clue as to where he is but I don't see how I can help you track down a guy in Chicago."

"You won't have to help track down a guy in Chicago… but I would appreciate your help track down a guy in Manhattan."

"Wait, how do you know he's coming here?"

"He printed out a flight literary. He purchased a one way ticket from O'Hare to JFK."

"So call JFK, have them hold him when he lands."

"He already landed," Voight explained. "Two hours ago."

"Meaning he's now in the wind here," she sighed. Olivia nodded. "Okay… Email me the file I'll brief my guys tomorrow."

"Or I could just hand the file tomorrow."

A playful smile rose to Olivia's lips. "You're coming to New York," she said, more of a statement then a question.

Voight smirked at her as he nodded. "I'll be there nine AM tomorrow. I've been so obsessed with this damn case, I gotta see it through."

"I get it," she said with a slight nod. "Is it just you or is it you Halstead and Lindsay?"

"Not the squad, just me."

"You're leaving the kids alone for the weekend?"

"I trust them not to burn the house down, keep the parties to a minimum…"

Olivia chuckled and nodded. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. You got the hotel arrangements all set up?"

Voight shrugged. "I was kind of hoping I could save a few bucks, maybe crash with a fellow officer? Make the mandatory tourist trip to Time Square not the only fun I have while I'm there…?"

Olivia bit her lip, glancing at the shut door where she knew Tucker sat right outside waiting for her to get off the phone with her Chicago counterpart. She didn't even want to imagine those two even meeting much less have Tucker find out she was letting him stay with her.

"Boyfriend would have an issue," he guessed.

"He's not my boyfriend… but yes. It'd just cause a huge headache and you two would end up fighting-."

"Say no more. Wouldn't wanna come between you and your boyfriend..."

"He's not my boyfriend but thank you."

Voight chuckled and nodded, not quite believing her. "Sure. But hey, I gotta go, got an early flight, still gotta pack... Guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow too…" without even realizing it she threw him a flirty smile. "Good night, Sergeant Voight."

He threw her another flirty grin. "Good night Sergeant Benson…"

A low sounding chime, a black screen, and he was gone. Olivia let out a heavy sigh as she set her phone down on the stand again. "Ed?" she called out. "I'm done."

There was a moment when Olivia wasn't sure that he would come back, that he had left her alone, his jealously too much for him. Before the thought could firmly cement the door however, the door opened and Tucker walked back in the room, closing it behind him.

Olivia let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding as she smiled at him as he walked to her bed. "Noah's doing okay?"

"Sleeping like a rock," Tucker answered as he climbed back under the blanket, wrapping his arm around her waist. "You wanna tell me who that guy was?"

"How about we don't talk about him?" Olivia purred as she snaked her arms around his neck. She moved into kiss him but he pulled back just enough to let her know that wouldn't work on him this time.

"How about you tell me about the guy that just face timed you at two thirty in the morning?"

Olivia rolled her eyes as she leaned back against her headboard. "He's a Sergeant from Chicago's Intelligence Unit. He helped out with a case for a while back and just found out one of his perps escaped to New York. He called to tell me about the case."

She hated the fact his face could be so emotionless sometimes; she had no idea what he was thinking when he did that. Tucker's 'poker face' she called it…

But Tucker's voice relaxed her some. It was less accusatory and more curious now. "Is he coming here or is he just handing the case off to you and your squad?"

"He's gonna be here at nine AM tomorrow and he is staying in a hotel," she added, already knowing the next question he was gonna ask.

"Did you and him ever…"

"Now," she interrupted, a flirty playfulness in her tone as she straddled his hips, letting him know full and well she was not about to answer that question. Tucker's hands went to her waist as he looked her bare body up and down before settling on her brown eyes. "I say that we stop worrying about some guy in Chicago..." She leaned down to give him a hot kiss, running her hand down his powerfully built chest, finishing by wrapping her hand around his length. She couldn't help but smirk at the soft groan that she was responsible for. "And go back to where we were?"

"I like that idea," Tucker breathed, taking her face in his hands and kissing her hard…

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