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A/N: Alright guys this is my first stab at a Fanfic, so please be gentle :) and please please please please please please review! I want the good, the bad, and the ugly, but please if its gotta be ugly keep it constructive! Still not gonna review? What if I bribe you? Hrmmmmmm...COOKIE DOUGH TO ALL WHO REVIEW!

Olivia opened her eyes groggily, rolled over to try to make out the fuzzy numbers of the alarm clock

"Can it really be seven o'clock already? God I feel like crap."

She hadn't gotten in until 3 am because there had been a royal fuck up at the crime lab and the last thing that she wanted to do right now on only four hours of sleep was to go back to the station. Some hotshot new technician was trying to prove that he was hot shit and in the process had accidentally contaminated evidence and everything that was submitted in the last 48 hours had to be re-submitted and re-processed, including the rape kit that she had needed in order to close out a case they'd been working on.

She begrudgingly got outta bed and kind of stumbled to the bathroom strewing clothes as she went. She reached into the shower and turned the knobs so that the shower would be as hot as possible as she grabbed a towel from under neath the sink and finished undressing. After finally managing to get out of her clothes and find a new bar of soap she climbed into the shower and just stood there allowing the scalding hot water to beat against her skin. Ever since she started working at the one-six, hot and hard was the only way that she could take her showers. It rejuvinated her and made her feel as if all the filth that she worked with through out day was being washed away, and lately it was the only thing that made her feel better, that and her new boyfriend.

Elliot had finally gotten up the courage to ask her out again and suprisngly to both of them she'd said yes. He'd been pursuing her for the past three years and every time he'd ask her she'd turn him down but there was something about the look in his eyes this time that finally made her say yes. It was this pure look of admiration and desire that only his beautifulblue eyes possessed that had gotten to her. They'd only been out on a couple of dates even though they'd been dating for almost six months because work had been taking up so much of their time they couldn't find time to go out. She smiled softly as she thought about their first date. He had taken her to this little Italian restaurant that she'd been dying to try and then out for a walk in Central Park in the moonlight. She sighed as the smile escaped from her face, and tonight he was coming over to her apartment for dinner. She had started thinking about what on earth to cook the minute she had asked him to come over two weeks ago and she still had yet to come up with anything. She tried as hard as she could to remember what his favorite food was but couldn't remember for the life of her what it was, and she felt too ashamed of not not remembering to ask him. After all they'd only been partners for three years now.

Olivia washed her body and hair and turned off the water. She grabbed the towel, climbed out of the shower and wrapped her towel around her body as she reached for the blow dryer. After she'd blow dried her hair, she walked into the bedroom to get dressed and in the process caught a glimpse of the clock.

"Shit, its eight thirty already."

And with that she grabbed a pair of black slacks and a black t-shirt out of her closet and threw them on. She hastily threw on socks and shoes, ran out into the living room grabbing her jacket off the hanger in her closet on the way. She did a quick 360 and ran back into the bedroom opening up her top dresser drawer and grabbing out her badge and holster.

"9 mm, don't leave home without it."

And with that she ran out the front door grabbing her keys from the basket on side table. She ran down the stairs from her third floor walk up deciding that the elevator was too slow and walked out to the parking garage. She turned off the alarm on her car and climbed in. She tore out of her parking spot and out of the garage onto the street only to find that she'd pulled out into a parking lot.

"Oh come on, come on, come on! Not today, Jesus Christ not today. I need to get there NOW."

She rolled down her window and reached into her back seat and pulled the blue light out that she kept there for emergencies like this. She threw it onto the roof of her car and turned it on. It always amazed her that people got out of her way so quickly when she was going sixty miles an hour down second avenue. She tore into the parking lot and turned off the car and jumped out of the car. She looked at her watch and smiled.

"Fifteen minutes, not bad...not bad at all."

She opened up the front door and walked inside to find to her delight that there was no one there except for a man sitting in the corner with a trucker hat on sipping on a latte and staring at her.

"Talk about a lucky break. Hi, I'll take an extra-large french vanilla light and sweet, an extra-large hazelnut black, and another extra large coffee black and sweet."

So Coffee might not be your everyday emergency but it definitely was for Olivia. She'd gone without her morning coffee once and it was a nightmare for everyone around her, that happened to also correspond to the only day that she'd ever actually broken the rules. She'd walked into an interrogation of a man that they knew had kidnapped a n eight-year old little boy, whipped out her gun, held it to the man's head and threatened to shoot him if he didn't tell her right then and there where the little boy was. Needless to say they found the kid and she was never allowed to show up at work without coffee again. She retrieved her coffee from the cashier, paid him, and turned to walk out the door.

When she finally got to the precinct after witnessing three car accidents and the one of the shortest traffic lights she'd ever seen, she pulled into a parking spot, and started to walk inside trying to juggle her breif case, the coffee, and the stack of files that didn't fit in her breif case that she'd brought home the night before last. She'd gotten half way to the door when the hazelnut cofffe tipped over and spilt all down the front of her shirt.

"Son of a...Damn it! Damn Fin and his Damn hazelnut coffee!"

She continued to spew out a long line of curses and damning Fin as she set her stuff down on a bench and started wiping the coffee off her shirt and cleaning herself up. She picked up her things and someone was nice enough to open the door for her and she walked inside the precinct. She walked down the hall and dropped everything on her desk, threw herself in her chair and took a huge gulp of her coffee.

"Mmmmmm, just what the doctor ordered."

Eliott, Fin, and Munch walked in and she handed Eliott his coffee as he sat across from her at his desk and enjoyed his own coffee.

"What nothing for me? I see how it is...where's my coffee?" Fin said glaring at Olivia.

"I'm wearing it, you gotta problem with that Fin then you can go take a long walk off a short pier." Olivia replied back shooting daggers at him.

"Sounds like to me you're not getting your coffee this morning partner, oh well. I personally detest the stuff God only knows what the government does to that crap." Munch commented.

They all groaned, if Munch didn't have a conspiracy theory about one thing it was another. But in reality they all didn't mind too much listening to his ramblings about how the government was stockpiling twinkies in case of nuclear melt-down, or his theories about how the animals were plotting to take over, but a coffee conspiracy was too much for them to take at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning. Captain Craggen walked into the precinct with a cup of coffee in one hand and a file in the other. They all mumbled out "Good Morning Capt'n"s but he paid no attention to them instead he just headed towards his office with a stern look on his face and shouted,

"Benson, Stabler my office now!"

They both looked at each other trying to figure out what they'd done this time as they got up and walked into Craggen's office. Olivia leaned against the bookshelf in his office with her coffee in hand as Eliott took a seat in one of the chairs.

"What's up captain?" Olivia asked tentatively.

"You couldn't at least give me the decency of telling me so that I could brace myself!" Don barked out as he slammed the door.

"Tell you what?" Eliott asked confused by the captain's statement.

"You could of told me that you two were seeing each other outside of work, I would have given you my blessing. I would have told you to keep it discrete but I would have been okay with it. But no, I walk blindly into a meeting with my superiors to get reamed out because two of my detectives are involved and I didn't even know about it."

"Oh." Eliott managed to get out as he feared the next words out of the captain's mouth were going to be "Your badges now!"

"Don, we were going to tell you, honestly we were. We haven't even told Fin and Munch yet, but we were trying to keep a low profile and with everything thats been going on lately we've both been busy and we forgot to mention it to you. We're sorry." Olivia said

Craggen took a long deep breathe and said, "it's fine, just like I said please be discrete. The last thing that I need is the ethics board on my back, oh and by the way you two are up. Here's your new case." He said as he slid a folder across the desk towards Eliott.

"Who's the vic?"

"John Doe. Male, late fifties, 5'11, 200 pounds, sodomized with a baseball bat that he was then beaten with, castrated, and three slugs to the chest."

"Sounds like the guy pissed off someone real bad." Eliott said as he passed the file over to Olivia.

They both stood up and walked out of the office as Craggen sat down to make some phone calls, and walked over to their desk. Olivia sat down and opened up the file and set it down in front of her. She looked down at the photo of their John Doe and turned pale.

"Liv, whats wrong you look like you're gonna be sick?"

"Eliott I know this guy, I know the vic."

"Who is he?"

"His name is Victor Benson."

"Benson?" Eliott asked in shock "Any relation?"

"El, he's my father."

A/N: Not too bad, I think it came out rather well but if you think differently tell me what to do better in chapter two! NOW REVIEW!