AN: This is my first SVU fic, so please forgive me if I'm not right the first time around. Summary: When our two favorite ADA's (Alex and Casey), and our favorite FBI Agent (Georgie Huang), have to go undercover to undermine a human trafficking ring, the most unlikely persona's are discovered. Minjor E/O subplot. Enjoy!
"Ladies and gentleman, I have an undercover assignment for you," Cragen announced cheerfully to the group he had gathered in the precinct building. He was holding a manila file, and a huge, shit-eating grin coated his face, lighting his eyes. Everyone, well except for the detectives, was wondering why they were gathered here. Dr. Huang, Alex Cabot, and Casey Novak, had confused looks on their faces.
"Cool, Cap, what is it? What's the op? Are me and Liv going undercover together this time? Is it a solo op?" Detective Stabler's excited face made his partner roll her eyes in amusement. He was firing questions off so quickly that he sounded like a kid on Christmas Eve. Olivia Benson was the only one Cragen had told, and that was just because she was bugging him about his big secret that had the entire squad wondering for two weeks.
"Well, we're trying to bust a human trafficking ring, that exploits minors from other countries. We've already got an informant inside, but we're going to send in some of our guys. Oh, and you aren't the ones who are going undercover," grinned Cragen, speaking to Munch, Fin, Elliot, and Olivia. Instead, he turned to George, Casey, and Alex. From the looks on their faces, they had it figured out pretty quickly. Alex's mouth was flopped open, and Casey's eyes were wide from surprise. George had the calm mask on, which, for him, meant that he was flat-out stunned.
"U-us?" Casey sputtered. "But Alex and I are prosecutors, not detectives." Her hazel eyes were glazing over, when she retreated into her mind to ponder this. George made a grunt of agreement, absolutely speechless.
"Cap, they're not trained for this, shouldn't we be doing this?" Munch inquired, wondering who this was, and what happened to their captain.
"Special Agent Huang has been, though…" Captain Cragen began.
"Yes, years ago, but I haven't had an undercover operation in a while," George interrupted. "I agree with John, your people should be doing this."
"My people have had their faces in the paper way too much lately. My people will brief you two," Don gestured to Alex and Casey, "on the proper procedures. You'll have a wire on you only for a couple of crucial moments, so you need to be able to rely on your skills of observation. You all will also get self defense training, and a weapons permit, after a couple of trips to the shooting range. You will have ample time, a month at the most, to prepare."
Don paused, took in a breath, and continued. "I wouldn't have asked this of you if I didn't think you couldn't handle it. The Brass already cleared this, so all I need is your say-so to go ahead and do this." He looked at the three people he needed for this operation. Casey was chewing on the inside of her lip, Alex looked absolutely terrified, and George looked absolutely calm.
There was a long silence, until Alex, who hadn't spoken at all yet, broke it. "I'm not doing anything until I learn more." She leaned against Liv's desk, which everyone was crowded next to. George sank into Elliot's chair, and put his chin in his hands.
Casey sighed deeply. "I knew I missed this job, I just didn't remember which aspect was so alluring. Who and what are we going as?" She paled when she glimpsed Cragen's look. "What?" she asked, knowing that look.
"That's the fun part." Cragen's smile had returned. " Alex, if you chose you accept it, you will be a Swedish immigrant who sings to scrape by." Alex looked like she had just been bitch-slapped. "Wuh-what?" She stammered, as Munch and Fin chuckled quietly. Olivia bit her lip, and Elliot grinned.
"Alex, I've heard you sing before, in your office, when I've been walking by. You're pretty good," Olivia said sheepishly. Alex looked mortified. She merely stammered, "People can hear me?"
"Casey, you'll be a Russian immigrant, and you'll be running a bodega in China Town." Casey's expression was that of someone who was attending their maternal unit's funeral, and some kid came up and told a 'yo momma' joke. Munch and Fin laughed a little louder this time, with Elliot chiming in as well. George was wearing a 'just get it over with' look.
"And, uh, George," Cragen paused to chuckle, "You get to be a trash- talking, slang- slinging, Chinese gangster." George looked absolutely murderous. The rest of the group howled with laughter, even Casey and Alex joined in. Munch was absolutely dying: bent over, clutching his stomach, tears of laughter streaming down his face. A couple of uniformed officers walking by gave them odd looks.
"Hey, dude," Munch gasped between bouts of laughter, speaking to Cragen. "Why don't we let Stabler teach anger management classes?" Even George had to laugh at that. Fin was wiping tears of laughter off his cheeks, and Munch was rubbing his ribs, wincing. After everyone had coughed out the finishing chuckles, the detectives looked expectantly at Casey, Alex, and George.
Casey was grinning, and said, with no hesitation: "I'm totally in." She was the only one in the trio who had planned on saying yes, before the laughter broke out.
Alex inhaled sharply. "Okay, but only if I don't have to sleep with dirty old men," she said finally. Munch sniggered. "Old men like you, John," she added, smiling. A chorus of "oohs", and a "Burnt!" from Fin, later, and everyone was staring expectantly at George.
George sighed, and shook his head. "Oh, fuck me sideways," he muttered under his breath. Everyone was surprised: no one had heard him say a cuss word before. "I'll do it," he paused, taking in the looks on the gleeful faces. "Only if I don't have to have a tattoo, a permanent one, anyway," he said, as if it settled the matter. The group chuckled appreciatively.
Cragen was only partially satisfied; he had something else that he wanted to take care of. Match maker was never really part of his dossier, but it was something he was willing to try out. He wanted to get them together, but how?
AN: Hee, cliffhanger. Who is Cragen trying to get together? How will our trio react to the self defense training? Why am I not already typing up the second chapter? I will, I promise, but I won't be able to get it up until next weekend. School, you know. Reviews + criticism welcome.