Prologue
"I have to do this, Captain. I cannot stay here. Alex is gone. Elliot is gone. I'm tired. I need a change."
"I know that, Liv, but the FBI, now? You hate the Feds," Cragen told her.
"I know. But, they asked. I need to do this to move on. I need a break."
"Then, go with my blessing. I'll see what I can do for you for leave. Get the Feds to send something saying that you are working for them and I'm sure that One PP will hold your job," Cragen replied.
"I am not sure that I want them to, but yeah, I'll get them to send something."
"Liv?"
"Yeah, Cap?"
"Who got you? Who is your contact? Can you tell me anything?"
"Call Agent Dana Lewis, she's the one leading this charge. I don't know anything else. She said she needed me. I'm going. I didn't put much thought into it. Sorry."
"Just do me one favor, then," Cragen asked.
"What's that?"
"Stay alive and come home, even if it isn't back to SVU."
"Gotcha, Cap," Olivia answered, walking out of his office.
She glanced around the SVU bullpen at the 1-6. She would miss them, but it was over. It was time to move on. It was bittersweet, but she had to go. There was nothing but pain for her there now, maybe with the Feds she could feel like she was alive and doing good, again. She wouldn't feel lost and alone.
Cragen watched her leave. He wondered if she knew that Alex was back in town, again. She was an E.A.D.A. heading up a new unit. He shook his head.
"One day, I hope you both realize what you mean to each other and quit fighting it," he said.
"Rollins, Fin, you just caught one. Here's the address. Get moving," Cragen told them, handing Fin the note.
"You sure you're ready for this?" Dana asked her.
"You asked me, remember?"
"Yeah, 'cause I didn't really think you would say yes. But, this is not a normal case for you. You'll be going undercover in Atlanta. I need you to feed your wild side for this one."
"Define wild side."
"How do you feel about a haircut and maybe some ink?"
"Whoa, now, what the hell will I be doing?"
"We got wind on a local biker gang in Atlanta moving things that shouldn't be moved, darling. We need someone to befriend the locals and see what they can sniff out for us. Like I said, I didn't think you would actually be interested. You'll have a crazy cover, still interested?" Dana asked her.
"Yeah, I am in. I could use a makeover. Got a file for me to memorize, a story to learn?"
"Here," Dana said, sliding the folder across the table.
"Julie Seabrook?"
"Yup, and you'll have a brother you're living with, Russell," Dana replied.
"Brother? He an agent, too? How long has been under?"
"Long enough to get you established quickly enough, don't worry about that. Just remember that you are now Julie Seabrook. So, from first glance, what can you tell me about yourself, Julie?"
"Hi, I'm Julie Seabrook. My birthday is May 15th. Older brother Russell, landscaper in Atlanta, big firm. I am transferring from Richmond, Virginia after a bad break up. I am assuming that I am a hard ass or something,"
"You can make that story up."
"Thanks, that'll make it easier. So, can you tell me anymore? What's up with the makeover?"
"Well, Benson, it's a lesbian biker gang."
"Great."
"Tell me 'no,' now and we'll dig through the FBI for someone else. You don't have to do this, Liv. I know that I'm not your favorite person. This is probably going to get nasty before we get anything good on anyone. I don't know how long you'll be under."
"I understand that," Liv answered.
"You will be deputized as an agent for the FBI."
"I understand. I'm not working for the NYPD. I'll be FBI for this. But, Dana, my name is Julie."
"Good. Good. I'll call Russell and Ike. Russell will pick you up at the airport in Atlanta. Ike will get you in at a bar in Atlanta. Ike will be your contact with the Bureau. He'll be in contact with me."
"No problem. See you soon, Dana."
"Be careful down there, Julie."
"Hey, I almost forgot. I get to send a letter right?"
"Yeah, to one person, whomever you want us to notify if something goes wrong. I just assumed that you want us to tell Cragen. He is very adamant that I bring you back in one piece," Dana answered.
"Yeah, I know," Liv answered.
"You don't want to tell Cragen, do you?"
"He already knows."
"Then, Elliot?"
"No, Elliot left. We haven't talked since. Too many bad memories, I guess. He has enough to deal with, having the Kathy and kids. He doesn't need to worry about me anymore."
"Then, who?"
"Alexandra Cabot."
"Your former A.D.A.? I thought she was working with U.N. and Interpol now. Well, not my call, yours and all. Go ahead and write it. I'll personally make sure that she gets it."
"Thanks, Dana. You do that and I'll call this even."
"You help me get these people and will be square. Now, go, scoot. Change. Become Julie Seabrook, because in a month. You'll be her until we're done."