I'm adding the first two chapters... if you like it, tell me! I wrote a total of fifty-one pages, and thirteen chapters. It's more of Detective Alec Bay's POV, but towards the end I did add a little E/O fluff. So, without further adiuo (or however you spell that), enjoy! Please R&R!

Chapter One—To the Office

I walked into the headquarters, looking completely ready. But on the inside, I knew that I was ready to throw up. SVU…. I had always wanted to work in this category of the force ever since I was a teenager. And now I was here, in beautiful New York City.

I had on my business suit, and black high heels. I wasn't one to dress up—if I could, I would come into work wearing jeans and a t-shirt—but when I did dress up, I did look nice. My mother always used to tell me, "They say that it's what you do that makes your job, but it's also how you dress that make people respect you more." And she was right.

I continued to walk. Honestly, I was scared. But it wasn't like I knew anyone.

"Alec Bay?" Someone asked. My first thoughts were, "I know that voice." I turned around, and saw that it was my closest friend from Boston, Casey Novak. My eyes widened in remembrance and surprise. "Casey Novak?"

It all happened so fast that it just hit me at once. I first saw Casey sprinting towards me, and then the next thing I knew I was hugging her. "It's so good to see you!" She said, happily. I pulled my head off her shoulder and said, "Same! Oh, my God, I'm so glad you work here."

She laughed as she replied, "Why?"

"Because at least I know someone here! I'm so nervous; I'm not going to lie to you Case."

She smirked a smirk of wonderment before she answered, "Well, do you know who you're working with? I might know them." At this point she was standing in front of me, with a manila folder clutched to her chest with both arms.

I shrugged. "I think it was Benson and… Stapler? Stabler? I can't remember."

Her face lit up as she said, "Oh! You've got Elliot and Olivia! They're wicked nice. Elliot's a little on the blunt side, though, and he has a temper. You might get a little of it, but it will be mostly directed to the people who he's interrogating. And Olivia's like an older sister; she's always got your back, and you'll feel like you've known her for years."

It felt like a five-hundred pound brick was lifted off of my shoulders. At least I was working with nice people. Casey smiled as she saw my face flood in relief, and she added, "And I'm the ADA for them, so I'll be there a lot."

I was too excited to contain it—I wrapped my arms around her neck. "Yes!" I said, my voice muffled.

She laughed as I released her. "Do you know where you're going?" She asked, the smile from her laughter still etched on her face.

"Um… not really." I admitted.

She laughed as she said, "Follow me."

"Thanks!" I called over my shoulder to Casey, as I rounded the corner and into the precinct.

I reached my desk, one that was placed in the left center of the room. Compared to others, it was the loneliest desk in the busy room; no pictures, no knick-knacks… nothing. The only thing that was placed on my desk was notepad, my shield and ID, and a Sticky-Note that read: "Detective Alec Bay, you will be working with detectives Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler. Their desk is the one on the right of yours." I ripped it off my desk, guessing that it was from Captain Cragen.

I then picked up my shield. The power in this tiny metal thing was incredible… and now I finally had one. Of course, I would use it for good, but even still…. Eight years of Harvard Law had finally paid off. With this happy thought in my mind, I slipped my badge into my coat pocket.

I sat down in my black leather seat that accompanied my empty desk. It felt awkward; I felt like should be doing something rather than sitting there doing nothing. I decided to look like I was doing something, and opened a drawer in my desk. In it laid a black shot gun. I stared at it for a moment, not knowing what to do—put it in my pocket? Keep it there? I mean, I was trained how to use it, but even still…Drowning in my own thoughts, a gentle hand touched my back. "Alec Bay?" Asked a female voice.

I turned around to face a woman who looked like she was in her mid 40's, but could pull off 35. She had medium length mouse-colored hair with highlights in them, and big, hazel eyes. Her smile was warm and radiant, and she had perfect, white teeth. She was my height, which was a plus. I guessed this was Olivia Benson.

"Yes, that's me," I replied, somewhat timidly as I stood up. "Can I help you?" I asked, kindly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hide my Boston accent; not thick, but obvious enough to know where I was from.

"Yes, I believe that we're working together." She held out her left hand; no ring.

I shook it, not as vigorously as I would have with a new person back in Boston. Instead, I grabbed it lightly and replied, "Alec Bay. It's a pleasure." Detective Benson smiled and said, "The pleasure's all mine."

I felt a weird connection—like Casey said—with Detective Benson, as if I could ask her anything and she wouldn't give me a weird look. So I tested this. "Detective Benson?" I asked, timidly.

"Olivia, please," she replied.

"Olivia, excuse me. Um… were you… I don't know… scared as hell on your fast day?"

Olivia laughed, and nodded. "Yes, I was. I actually lost my lunch at some point of the day."

Great, I thought, now I can count on puking.

"But I felt great after finding the rapist. Knowing that I saved a few people." She smiled weakly at me. She looked exhausted.

I smiled back. I liked the warmth of her. "Okay so now…" she started, "… you're turn. Why did you come here? Why not CI? Not to be too personal, I'm just trying to make pathetic small-talk." She rested her hand against my desk, in a position that could be held in for a while.

I bit my lip. There was a reason, but it was just so hard to explain…

"Oh, crap. Too personal, huh?"Asked Olivia. She was about to spill out about seven different apologies in twenty different ways, when I held up my hands in defense.

"No, it's fine. But I'd rather not talk about it, if you wouldn't mind." I said, politely. I kept my eyes glued to my feet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her nod her head. "Of course. Sorry."

I shook my head. "No problem, it's okay." I smiled, reassuringly. I then cleared my throat, and said, "So um… what do I do with the gun in my desk?"

She laughed. "You can take it. Did it come with a holster?"

I gave her my puzzled look, and opened the drawer. I took out the gun and put it on my desk. No holster in that drawer. I checked the one above it, and saw a black, belt-like holster, equipped with a pair of handcuffs and a walkie-talkie. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Olivia smile. I slipped on the holster, and put the gun in it. I felt so proud.

I opened my mouth to say something to her, when I was interrupted by a brisk brush of my shoulder. "Sorry," the man muttered, and continued to pace. He wore a striped suit, and had brown hair. That was all I could make out from behind, anyway.

As my eyes followed him, so did—absently—my head. "And that…" Olivia started, looking directly at me. "…Is our partner. Elliot Stabler."

"Hmm." I said, cocking my head a little bit. I thought about what Casey had said earlier, and found that he had fit her description. "Seems like a real people-person."

Olivia smiled. "He's not that bad. He's probably just getting the case from Cragen." I nodded, understandingly. I looked at the way Olivia was looking at him; her eyes set on him as they twinkled, her heart beating so loud and so fast that even I could hear it…She loves him, I thought.

I caught Mr. Stabler—well, Elliot, to be technical—walking out of the office. He didn't even notice me as her said, "Liv, I've got a new one." He held out folders to her.

She took them, threw them on the desk, grabbed his hand, took mine, and shook them by force. "Elliot, this is Alec. She's going to be working with us." Elliot looked at me, nodded and smiled. "Sorry about your shoulder."

I shrugged. "I've got another one." He smiled, and I noticed that he had no ring, either.

"So, now that we're all acquainted… what's the case?"

Elliot pointed to me. "Wanna do the honors?"

"Sure," I said, cautiously. I read the papers: "Name is Alessandra Groxton. She's seven, and goes to P.S. 74. Apparently, it was recess, and a man came to her picking her up as her father. She followed, he lead her into a deserted alleyway, and raped her. She's at the hospital now." I looked up, slowly taking in each detective's reaction. Olivia listened intently, as if her life depended on it. Elliot had his fists clenched his sides, and was looking at his feet.

"Have they done the rape kit yet?" Asked Olivia, softly.

I looked down at the papers. "No."

Olivia nodded. "Um…" Olivia started, delicately, "Maybe Alec and I should investigate Alessandra."

Elliot and Olivia were two inches away from their lips touching. Elliot was looking straight into Olivia's huge hazel eyes, as hers were fixated on his clear blue eyes. But hers would sometimes dart down to his lips. "Okay. I'll do some background checks." Olivia nodded. She took a long look at him, and then turned to me. "Ready to go?"

"Sure," I said, and quickly grabbed my coat. I slipped my hands in my pocket, and felt my badge. It was at that moment that I knew that I was going to do alright.