Olivia Benson sat at her desk at the Computer Crimes unit going over some old paper work. The nine to five pace of her new job took a little while to but she was finding a way to manage.

Eventually it was quitting time so she turned off her computer and filed the rest of her work for tomorrow. She told Morales fair well and went home. When she got to her apartment and settled in she sat down at her sofa. She immediately reached for the sketch pad and flipped it open. Inside were various sketches she had done of household items around the apartment. She had an interest in art going back to childhood. She would usually do small drawings of animals and such. It was a nice distraction to the troubles she had growing up. Her interest in art continued off and on into college where she took some classes. When she joined the NYPD however she found she had less and less time to indulge in her hobby and eventually lost interest. After her transfer to Computer Crimes she had more time on her hands and decided to pick it up again.

Olivia put down the sketch and went to her computer she booted it up and clicked on her web browser and googled "Art Class Manhattan Area." After a minute or two of searching she found what she was looking for a night class at Hudson University that met every Tuesday or Thursday at seven thirty. It was a women's only class, which made Olivia feel better. A little break from the testosterone fest that was her day job. She called the registar's office and was able to get herself enrolled. Her first class would be the following Tuesday night

Tuesday came and she arrived at Hudson University around seven twenty. She met with the teacher an older woman with short dark hair named Sade who introduced her to the class of fifteen women. It was an eclectic mix of different age groups, nationalities and ethnic backgrounds. The classroom was itself a pretty large room with a raised platform for models in the middle of it. Thee students were situated behind easels in all directions around the platform. Sade pointed Olivia to an empty chair and asked her to take a seat.

Olivia took her seat behind an easel with a few large pieces of drawing paper on it as well as a few charcoal pencils.

"This week we'll be exploring texture and consistency." Sade explained.

As Sade continued talking Olivia heard a door open and looked to the side of the class. A Hispanic woman in her late twenties wearing a blue robe walked out of what Olivia guessed was a changing room.

Sade stood beside the platform as the Latina walked on to it.

"Marta will be our model tonight." Sade explained. "Is everyone ready?"

All of the class responded affirmatively and Sade turned to Marta and told her to begin. The young woman removed her robe, completely naked underneath. Marta had a curvy, hourglass figure. Marta's dark curly hair cascaded down to her back almost like a cape. She was certainly a good choice for a model.

Marta began a serious of poses, sitting, standing, laying on the ground. Eventually the session ended. As Olivia was putting away her materials Sade approached her and examined her work.

"Very interesting work Olivia." Sade said. "A little rough around the edges but I can tell you have an eye for art."

"Thank you, ma'am." Olivia replied

"Oh please call me Sade, Olivia. I've always hated such formalities." Sade said with a smile.

"Well, I'll be here Thursday night, Sade." Olivia said.

"Well Olivia, that's what I want to talk to you about." Sade said with a more serious tone. "I was wondering if you ready to take the next step."

"What's that?"

"My class is a little different than other art classes." Sade explained. "I don't hire models, instead I use the students themselves."

"Okay."

"For the next class I want you to pose."

"That's fine. What should I wear?" Olivia asked innocently

Sade chuckled at this. "Only what God gave you Olivia."

"I don't understand."

"This is a women's figure studies class. We only study nudes."

To say Olivia was a bit shocked by this was an understatement. Her jaw practically hit the floor.

"You want me the get naked in front of everyone?" The detective asked incredulously.

"I'm see you're a bit surprised by this, Olivia." Sade said "It is a requirement for the class, in fact it's written on the course description."

'Christ, I should've that thing more closely.' Olivia thought to herself.

"Everyone in the class as done this, Olivia, even I have." Sade explained.

"Maybe, but you have understand I'm a cop my bosses wouldn't exactly be thrilled by this." Olivia replied.

"Olivia, I'm not asking you to pose for a Playboy pictorial." Sade said trying to reassure the reluctant student. "Besides, it's only women here."

"I just… I just don't know." Olivia said. "I've never done anything like this before in my life."

"If you don't want to do this I'm sure there are other art classes in the area you could attend." Sade said she then took a business card out and handed it to Olivia "I'll give you until this time tomorrow night to decide, but I will need your decision then. Call me when you do."

Olivia nodded her head in agreement and sighed. She packed up her supplies and left having a million things floating through her mind.

The next day came and Olivia went do work putting her decision off until it was time to go home. When she got home she sat down and began to think. 'I can't do this I'm a cop. But it isn't like anyone is going to see them, their art student sketches.'

Olivia walked towards her bathroom undressing along the way, she turned in the shower and hopped inside.

As Olivia showered she began to think to herself. 'What am I worried about? I've never been self –conscience, I have a good body I know that. Besides, it's art, not pornography or something dirty.'

She began to rub her throat, feeling the small scarring from her encounter with Victor Gitano. 'You only live once, Olivia.' The detective thought to herself.

Olivia finished showering and got out. She wrapped a towel around herself and went into the bedroom.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number Sade had given her. "All right, I'll do it." Olivia said.

"Wonderful Olivia." Sade said. "I'm certain you'll make a good subject."

"If you say so, Sade." Olivia replied.

"Don't worry it'll be fine." Sade said reassuringly. "Be here about thirty minutes early to prepare."

"Certainly." Olivia said and before exchanging goodbyes and hanging up the phone. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" The detective asked herself.

Olivia turned and saw her vanity mirror. Olivia undid the towel and allowed it to fall to the floor. Instead of the grim detective she usually saw there was a beautiful, naked woman standing in her place. The detective took a minute to study her body like she never had before. Olivia studied her bronze skin, her round breasts and shapely hips. It was feminine yet strong. The kind of body artists had been capturing for years.

"I can do this."