So, I figured while I was waiting for people to comment on my other story, I could start a new one. I had given the option of starting a sequel to that one or just continuing it. I am one of those people who can't just stop writing so, I figured I could just start a new one while I waited. Let me know if you guys like this one. Please review. I don't own any recognizable characters. I my version, Elliot and Kathy aren't separated and Elliot didn't shoot the teenager. At least, not yet anyway. It makes the story so much easier to write if Olivia isn't tied up with Elliot. The whole things about Olivia's age is just random I kind of wanted her to be young so, that's just what I did.

Chapter 1:

She walked in with her usual stride as she crossed the threshold that gave way to the now crowded squad room. She held two large coffees in her hands and stop in front of her partner's desk. She looked at him as if she wanted to throw his coffee in his face.

"Elliot Stabler, I don't know what the hell is in this, but whatever it is, it takes way too long to make it, okay? Please order something else next time. I had to wait an hour."

"That explains why Mrs. Grumpy Pants is in such a crappy mood," Elliot said as he took his coffee out of Olivia's hand. He gave her a little smirk and took a sip of his coffee. "And, not that it's any of your business, but Kathy still has to lay off of the caffeine and I didn't want to torture her, so…" Elliot waved the coffee cup in front of Olivia's face as she sat down.

"Yeah, I forgot. How is Eli doing?" Olivia was trying to make small talk and Elliot knew it, because as soon as the files were placed on each of their desks, neither one of them wanted to do any paperwork. Olivia just looked at the pile on her desk and already told herself to just give up. She leaned back in her chair and Elliot laughed.

"Hey, Liv, I think you might wanna tackle Everest while you still gotta chance," Fin said from across the room as he sat down in his chair. He gave a small laugh which made Olivia giggle a little bit.

"Can't," Olivia said still leaning back in her chair.

"Why not," Munch questioned from his desk that was located next to hers.

"Because, I am definitely not the only one with a mountain on my desk," she said as she gestured to the other large stacks across the room, "So, I'll do mine when you do yours."

"Liv, if that's how things worked around here, New York would still be stuck on the Son of Sam case." Elliot said as he gave her his parental 'not procrastination' look.

Before Olivia could give a snarky remark back to her partner, Captain Cragen walked out of his office and started to walk towards the squad room.

"Alright, you four, pay attention." He put a photo up on the white board in the middle of the squad room and turned around. He pointed to the photo and explained who it was.

"Oliver Paisley, 45, 6'4". He is a major part of an ongoing investigation that requires all hands on deck, which includes my four best detectives. He is a major Mafia Boss located in little Italy. He is being suspected of laundering money and the smuggling of drugs and women in and out of the country. However, we can't pin anything on him because as soon as he gets wind of a snitch, they're gone the next day. His got big money in high places and we got to catch him in the act. There's no other way to get him. The F.B.I. has already tried and lost several agents in the process. I've been in with the chief all morning discussing our best way to catch him. When I talked to Huang about it, he said the best way to get him is to get close and personal. Real personal. He's the protective type, if you know what I mean." The captain looked at his four detectives who then looked at each other. There was a silent pause in the room for a few minutes until Olivia spoke.

"How are we going to do that if everyone who talks gets killed? Its not like we can just meet him one day and take him out the next. You said it yourself, he's a big name that no one wants to get on the wrong side of." Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. For some odd reason, even with her sixth sense, Olivia was the only one who didn't seem to get the picture. Everyone looked at her for a minute while her eyes bounced back and forth between faces.

"Oh no…no," Olivia said quickly as she shook her head and uncrossed her arms.

"Liv," Elliot said as he looked down at the floor.

"No…no, no, no, no, no. Not me."

"Benson, we don't have another option here. As soon as we think we're getting close to nailing this guy to the wall, he slips away again," the captain told her truthfully. The whole squad waited a good twenty minute as they watched Olivia weigh her options. She knew that there were girls out there who really needed her help. She also knew that she would have to take it slow for fear of getting made, but knew that she could be very impatient. She already wanted to get this over with and she hasn't even started the assignment yet.

"Damnit," Olivia whispered quietly under her breath. The team knew that Olivia was good to go. She really only swore under her breath like that when she caved in and the whole team knew it too.

"When do I start?"

"Eight o'clock," George Huang said as he entered the squad room with the Paisley file in his hand. He handed it over to Olivia.

"I had already made a profile of you on a website and put some things on there that I knew would catch his eye."

"Things like what?" Olivia was a little more than snarky now, and everyone knew that she was back to normal.

"Don't worry, Olivia, it's nothing to unthinkable. Just a few pictures of you doing everyday things. Anyway, what I was try to say, was that he had agreed to meet up with you. However, I think it's best that you don't have any more information on his profile or any of his crimes. I think it would make it that much harder for him to read you. We certainly don't want you to get made. I also made you a personal file. You're not Olivia Benson any more and you are certainly not a detective."

The captain spoke next before Olivia got a chance. "CSU has already set up a house with cameras and mics. We'll here everything he says to you. Unfortunately," he said as he looked at Olivia, "this assignment will be long-term, so you're not coming in for a while."

"But cap, I- "

"Olivia, there are girls out there. Hundreds of them, and all it takes to save them is you going under for a couple of months. This is our last shot. After you, we're out of ideas." The captain looked at Olivia, who was looking at her file.

"Fine," Olivia said quietly, "When do I start?"

"Now," the captain said hastily. As soon as Olivia agreed, she was told the address of her new home and Fin left with her.

While they were in the car, Fin was the one to start the conversation.

"You okay with this, Liv?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. It's just that I was sort of thrown into this new life all of a sudden and I haven't even really had time to look at everything. I've got to know this file so I'll be ready for later. It's just, I was sort of thrown into this all of a sudden and I haven't even gotten a chance to sort of get myself together, ya know? Anyway, what time am I supposed to meet him?"

"You're supposed to meet him at three, at the park. And, I get what you're saying. I would be a little overwhelmed too if I was just thrown into something like this. But just remember, if you need anything, I'm just a phone call away." Olivia smiled and so did he.

"Thanks, Fin."

"No problem."

A few more minutes passed before they reached Olivia's new house. When they arrived, all Olivia could hear was the word damn come out of Fin's mouth. She followed him inside the house where he still remained speechless. The department gave her a really nice deal. The house was a large manor in the New York suburbs. When you first walked in, there was a grand foyer and in the middle of the foyer was a large white, marble staircase. The staircase led to a halfway balcony with a dark brown wood as its railing. From the foyer, you could see the hallways at each end of the balcony and the large section of open area before each one at the beginning of the second floor. Olivia turned to her left and began walking. She walked through the large kitchen and noticed all of its stainless-steel appliances and continued walking. The door frame that led from the back of the kitchen into the dinning room was a dark brown wood like the railing on the balcony. She continued to walk through the dining room, noticing the large eight-seater table in the middle of the room and the large windows that were rounded at the top filled the room with sunlight. As she turned to her right to enter the large living room that connected back to the foyer, she noticed a note taped to the door frame. It was from Huang.

Dear Olivia,

I'm sure, by now, that you are a little bit in shock of the whole house situation, but I figured you have yet to read your file too. A little three-year-old girl will be arriving a little later from a morning out with the nanny. She is a foster kid from Queens and everything else about her involvement with the case is in that file. I don't want to put anything else in this letter just in case it gets into the wrong hands. Just remember, if you need anything, we are all just a phone call away.

Sincerely,

George

"One phone call, huh?" She looked at Fin.

"We thought it would be a little reassuring."

"Don't worry, it kind of is." She gave him a small smile and put down the note. The two of them stood there a few minutes longer and talked about the case. When they both realized that Fin had to go back to the station house, they both said their goodbyes and Fin left through the grand front doors. She took one last look around the grand living room before heading upstairs 'I could get used to this,' she thought to herself and headed up the grand staircase.

When she finally situated herself on the deep red covers of the master bed, she opened the file and began reading it. She couldn't help but laugh at her new lifestyle. She was to be a single, stay-at-home mom who handled all of her work from home. She started her own business when she was eighteen years old and now her flower shops were all over the country. 'That's the little girl he was talking about,' Olivia thought as she placed the file in her lap. She picked up the note that laid beside her and read it again. 'from a 'morning out with the nanny'. What the heck does that mean?' She had been confused for a moment when she remembered that Huang had set up her profile on that website a while ago and figured that her 'daughter' was already in a general routine. At least, that's what she hoped. If she wasn't, it would be difficult to get a three-year-old to just start calling her mommy.

She continued reading the file. Her name was Ella Parker and she was thirty years old. Her daughter's name was Quinn and the two of them were as thick as thieves. Olivia couldn't help but smile at that last part. Huang really did know how to read minds.

She was about to start reading more of the file when she heard the doorbell ring. She went out of the big master bedroom and into the hallway which led to the halfway balcony that connected to the marble staircase in the foyer. She walked down the giant staircase and opened the door. There stood a little girl and officer Delgado dressed like a nanny. Olivia remembered reading over the name in the file. Officer Delgado would appear at the house every day for Olivia's check in. She was also Quinn's nanny. Her name was supposed to be Josefine.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Parker," Delgado said to Olivia as she walked into the house caring Quinn. Olivia had never seen her 'daughter' before today, but, as she was reading the file, she had already started to miss her. She didn't understand why, but she just did.

"Hello, Josie," Olivia said, not knowing whether or not she was being watched. She wanted to make sure it looked like she had known Delgado for a while.

"Do you need me to stay for a little while longer," Delgado asked handing Olivia the little redhead in her arms.

"No, I think we'll be fine, right," she asked Quinn. She figured Huang had kept Quinn's real name so they wouldn't confuse the three-year-old.

"Okay, well, let me know if you need anything. I'm just a phone call away," she said as she left the house. Olivia was left there with Quinn. She didn't know how long the squad had been putting this together because, when she got upstairs, Quinn's room was completely flawless. Her room was covered from the ceiling to the floor with Disney princesses and different shades of pink. Olivia walked over to the pink canopy bed and tried to place Quinn down for her afternoon nap but, because Quinn was only three, she began to cling to Olivia's neck.

"No, dow wanna go," Quinn shouted when Olivia placed her down on the bed. She hadn't really been well versed in three-year-old speech patterns, but figured the real complicated sentences would come later. She also figured that Quinn had no idea she was supposed to call Olivia 'mommy', but didn't really know how to address the subject.

"Quinn, it's twelve thirty. You have to take your nap."

"No, dow wanna go, mommy," Quinn said.

'Well, I guess that's taken care of. No awkward conversations for me. At least, not today anyway.' Olivia's thoughts were interrupted when Quinn sat up in bed.

"Wanna stay wif you." Olivia instantly felt her heart melt with maternal feelings. She had never had any children and she had never really felt motherly emotions towards any children before either, but for some reason, as soon as Quinn called her mommy, she just couldn't leave her there by herself.

Olivia thought for a moment. She picked Quinn up off the bed and brought her into the office down the hall. Olivia was about to start looking through the online profile when the doorbell rang. She figured Quinn would throw a fit if she put her in her room, so she just took her with her to the door.

When Olivia finally reached the door and opened it, she looked all around, but couldn't find anyone. However, when Olivia looked down, there was a bouquet of roses and a letter attached to the paper around them.

I can't wait to finally meet you later,

Oliver

Olivia didn't even want to know how he got ahold of the address, but figured that Ella would just be happy to see the roses, so she smiled. She bent down and picked up the bouquet and closed the door.

"Wass dat," Quinn asked quietly.

"They're flowers, sweetie."

"Fwum who?"

"Mommy's friend," Olivia said as she subconsciously kissed Quinn's head. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a vase. She filled the vase with water and placed the flowers into it, leaving them on the dinning room table. She didn't know why, but she appreciated the gesture; she just didn't appreciate who it was from.

Olivia walked back upstairs and into the office where she sat down at the desk and sat Quinn in her lap where she rested her head on Olivia's chest. She began to look over the case file and smiled to herself. Yeah, she could definitely get used to this.