Well here I go again! This is definitely a different story for me content wise, but I'm excited to see how it all unfolds. I am obviously not a spy nor do I speak French. (Not from lack of trying to learn or the many hours of French homework!) But, if you will indulge my Google translations and my imagination when it comes to actually being a spy this should all go pretty well ;) This is an Olivia centered story. Alex also plays a major role. The rest of the SVU cast will be written in as well as a few original characters.

As always, I appreciate your feedback and follows. They definitely inspire me to write, and your comments give me ideas and sometimes direction!

Let's get this thing started!

-M

She and I

Prologue

I never had any intention of lying to you, to anyone. But lying, I guess comes with the territory. Doing this, being here, I never left to hurt you. If anything, it was to save you from me, and my feelings for you. My life has been fulfilled, but empty. Knowing you exist makes the emptiness inside me even harder because I know that I can't have you.

We have played a constant game of disappearing from each other's lives. With each of our disappearances, I found that my heart would ache for you. And even when I was with you, my heart ached for you. This is my confession.

The day before I left this time I came to see you. I wanted to kiss you, touch you in more intimate ways than just holding your hand, or in just an embrace, but alas I refrained as I have for years. The look in your eyes, the way you looked at me, is now what I hold next to my heart and is what has prompted this note. Again, I had no intentions of hurting you, but I had to tell you how I feel. Please forgive me for my confession and me leaving you, again. I hold you in my heart and while I'm gone my thoughts of you will keep me strong.

Love always,

Liv

Olivia pulled her hair back into a ponytail; she looked at herself once again in her bathroom mirror. Her makeup soft, her hair dyed dark, jeans, a grey sweater. One last look at her self though it was only to chastise herself for caring about how she looked. She knew her identity, the clothes she wore, all would be gone in a matter of hours.

Olivia looked around her empty apartment.

A medium sized boxed containing the life of Olivia Benson sat by the door along with her jacket.

Olivia had taped a note addressed to the top of the box. Her most personal belongings would be delivered to the addressed after she was long gone.

All done per instruction.

Olivia's phone rang startling her.

A bit on edge to say the least.

"Ms. Gray?"

A name she had repeated in her mind a million times in the last week.

"Yes?" Olivia replied.

"Your car is here, may I help you with anything from the apartment?"

"No, I have everything. Thank you."

Olivia took one last look around as the setting sun glared through the living room windows.

She pulled on her jacket, lifting the box in to her arms.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Central Intelligence Agency

New York City, New York

The room was cold, but she didn't expect warm and cozy.

"You can leave everything you have in here. Empty your pockets, jewelry, anything personal. You will find your new clothes and anything you may need on the table. Your first contact will be coming to meet you shortly. You will be flying to Paris this evening."

Short, to the point.

The door clicked shut.

The room was cold.

Olivia made her way to the sterile, stainless steel topped table.

Stacks of clothes, shoes, personal items, make-up… He was right anything she would need.

Olivia surveyed the clothes.

Black, grey, leather, cashmere… accessories, boots, heels, all designer labels. Even workout clothes and intimates were designer… expensive.

A flight to Paris.

Olivia chose a pair of black leggings and a black cashmere sweater knowing the flight would be long. Boots, a ridiculously expensive watch and scarf, even new underwear…

She took a deep breath and shed her own sweater, her jeans, for all that was laid out for her.

She dressed and then pulled her dark hair from the ponytail to a more sophisticated up do.

She swiped the Vuitton makeup bag and shadowed and lined her eyes dark, her lips still pale, she deepened the color of her cheeks.

Even her olive skin seemed to even transform.

This was not Olivia Benson.

She took a step back, looking at her face, her attire.

She walked back towards the table presenting her old clothes, Olivia's clothes in to a pile to be discarded.

"I see you found the clothes laid out for you."

She turned around, to see a different man standing before her.

One she had never met.

She studied him.

From now on she would study everyone that she came in to contact with.

He looked to be 6 feet tall, dark hair, well-dressed, blue tie that matched his eyes, expensive suit.

"Michael" he said extending his hand. "You must be Samantha?"

Olivia confidently shook his hand as she noted he seemed much softer than the man before him.

"Everything here is for your taking. Before you leave, everything will be packed and ready for you. Will you join me? I need to give you all of your information, passport, technology, cash, etc."

Olivia followed Michael in to a small adjoining office. Again sterile, again everything laid out perfectly on the table before her.

"Your Passport." He said handing it over to her.

Olivia made a quick glance to the picture on the Passport of the woman who looked like her.

Samantha Gray, New York City, New York, United States of America.

"Your wallet, which includes American dollars as well as Euros for when you land in Paris. More money will be delivered to you at the appropriate time. You will keep all of your transactions in cash, no paper trail."

Olivia slid her Passport safely in to the wallet.

"Your phone, tablet… " He said forwarding the item towards her. "On your tablet is information on your target, maps of where you will be in Paris and surrounding areas. But I assume all of this has been committed to your memory by now. Sensitive information should be cleared before landing in Paris."

Olivia shook her head understanding.

Michael looked up at Olivia, holding her attention.

"You know who you are now. Forget who you were. This will be tough at first, but remind yourself everyday of who you are and what your target is, your life will depend on it. Your contacts will get in touch with you. Trust no one unless you are given proper identification. And always be aware of your surroundings."

Olivia took the information in, compartmentalizing what she was being told.

"Your bags are packed with the items you saw before. There will also be a small go bag with a phone, copy of your Passport and basic needs if you find yourself needing to disappear."

Olivia swallowed her, checking her gut.

"The box of your personal effects will be delivered to your desired destination after you arrive in Paris." Michael said standing, handing her a Hermes bag to gather her things in. "I will walk you to your car, you should be getting to the airport."

Olivia nodded agreeing as she followed him out in to the parking garage, to the car and driver waiting for her.

"Samantha?"

"Yes?" Olivia said taking one last glance to Michael.

"Remember Bishop is expecting your arrival in Paris."

"Oui, je me souviens." (Yes, I remember.)

"Bonne chance et au revoir." (Good luck and goodbye.)

"Au revoir." She said as the door to the car closed behind her.

Olivia boarded the plane looking out to the city she loved under the night sky. She focused then her attention to the tablet she had been given. She needed to not only familiarize herself with the new gadgets, but she also wanted a refresher on her target.

Gareth Bishop, London, British Citizen, United Kingdom.

She studied his pictures.

A handsome face.

Piercing unmistakable, green eyes.

The target.

"… please turn off all electronic devices…"

Olivia closed her tablet, leaning back in to her seat. She closed her eyes for the peaceful rest she would without a doubt crave in the days to come.

Au revoir, au revoir, au revoir.