A/N: Who's after Cragen? What is their home life like, now that they have kids? Has Olivia softened since she became a mother? How did her pregnancy affect her? All that, right here.

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The flight was short, owing to the incredibly fast jet Olivia had commissioned from the Special Ops Transport and Mobilization Taskforce. Once it landed at their New York Headquarters, Damon was, again, asked to bring the kids back to their penthouse, while Olivia and Elliot were briefed on the new task that had sprung up while they were in London.

"Donovan," Olivia spat, walking down the stark white corridor, heading into the Orange wing, "When I am on a task out of the country, what is supposed to happen when a new one arises?"

Donovan swallowed hard as he looked back at his Universal Commander. "UCIC Benson, Ma'am, the alert is to be sent directly to your wrist computation device. We're not sure how it mis..."

"Correct," Olivia snapped, interrupting, pressing her palm to the panel to the side of the conference room doors. "So why did I get the call from you, instead of getting it directly?" The doors slid open and she, Elliot, and the seventeen agents behind her filed into the room and sat around the table.

"That's my fault, UCIC Benson, Ma'am," another agent spoke up as Olivia reached for the black task folders.

"Agent Lake," Olivia said, "How is that your fault?"

The tall, dark haired agent rose from his seat and replied, "I informed Agent Donovan of the task before it was officially docketed. Inside information came to my attention while working my cover occupation, and I took it upon myself to…"

"Hold it," Olivia said, holding up her hand. "You're telling me that you, personally, prompted a task without an express need for it, without my consent, and without first finding out if I was already on the task."

"Yes, UCIC Benson, Ma'am," Agent Lake said, nodding once.

"Never do that again," Elliot said, looking at the newly transferred agent. He already decided he didn't like him.

Olivia smirked at Elliot, and handed him a black folder. "Luckily for Agent Lake, he only propelled a current task into an operational phase. If he had, in fact, gone over my head, he'd be facing some serious consequences. The man we are assigned to protect should not take much effort, since several agents work with him as it is. Task:Cragen is now, unfortunately, in Phase One. I implore you to read your files thoroughly, memorize every bit of information about the task, and I want any and all suggested assailants reported when we reconvene at oh-four-hundred."

There was a collective, "Yes, UCIC Benson, Ma'am," from the room, including Elliot, who still couldn't say it with a straight face. She was his "Liv," since the day they met, and calling her anything but that made him feel funny.

"Dismissed," Olivia said, turning on her heels. She pressed her palm to the panel and headed out through the glass doors.

Elliot caught up to her, grabbed her hand, and walked with her toward the elevator. He pressed his palm to the panel, opening the doors, and the guards inside greeted them both with a gruff, "Salutations."

"Yeah, hi," Elliot responded. He rolled his eyes at the staunch guards, hating the fact that no one in this new world of his had any personality except for Olivia, and even that was a stretch. She still didn't understand the point of the Super-Bowl, and she still refused to eat red-meat and sugar. He tried like hell to get her to try new things, and she would, but there were some things about Olivia Benson that had been way too damaged to fix. He feared, sometimes, that she was beyond repair.

Then he thought of her pregnancy. Every new emotion or physical change affected her. She was puzzled, amazed, excited, nervous…every emotion she had been forbidden to feel had hit her like a ton of bricks and it was wonderful to watch. He chuckled out loud when he remembered her reaction to the first time Lily kicked.

"She doesn't like me, El! Why is she kicking me? Do I kick her back? How do I do that without hurting myself?"

He bought her books, and she read them cover-to-cover, three times each. She was now an expert on what to expect when you're expecting. He remembered holding her hand in the delivery room, how for the first time in her life she experienced severe, physical pain, and didn't mind at all if it meant bringing her daughter into the world. He remembered her face when the doctor put Lily into her arms, and he loved seeing that same expression on her face every time she looked at their daughter. Motherhood had changed her, certainly, but now, it was as if she had a switch. One she could flip to turn the agent in her on and off. When they were alone, just them and the kids, it was as if she were a normal girl. Almost.

The 'vator doors slid opened, breaking Elliot out of his reverie, and he, still holding Olivia's hand, walked out into their posh penthouse. He let go of his wife's hand long enough to take off his jacket and sling it over the back of a chair, and watched as it was almost immediately picked up by Nyla, their android.

"That thing still freaks me out," Elliot said, watching it walk into their bedroom.

"She can hear you, you know," Olivia scolded. "She is not a thing, El."

Elliot scoffed. "She's made of metal and flesh colored rubber, Liv. She's a thing and she doesn't have feelings so is she really gonna care what I call her?"

Olivia chuckled. Elliot didn't even know Nyla was a robot until Olivia told him to go turn her on, once, and he almost flipped out at the thought of being with another woman, even if it was suggested by his wife. She laughed, hysterically, and then took him to Nyla's closet and showed him how to activate her. He was floored. She was incredibly realistic, as were the hundred other robots working in the building.

"I guess she isn't," Olivia finally said, still laughing at her memory. "Once she's done in the bathroom, you can shut her down. I know she gives you the creeps."

Elliot shuddered. "I just…if that's the kind of technology Special Ops has at their disposal, how do I know you're not an android?"

Olivia turned and looked at him, smirking. "Androids, while you can program them to act as a, uh, significant other, can absolutely not have kids. I'm pretty damn sure I'm human. But if you need me to prove it..."

"I know you are," Elliot laughed. "I was kidding, baby. You still can't tell when I'm joking?"

Olivia shrugged, and said, "I'm getting better. You gotta admit I'm not taking you as serisouly as I did when we met, honey."

"I'll give you that," Elliot nodded. "Wait, Liv. Did you just tell me that you can have sex with those things?" he asked, shocked.

Olivia laughed and shook her head. "Wow, El. And I'm the slow one?" she quipped, walking into the nursery. Elliot followed her and smiled when she bent down to pick up Lily. He saw that look in her eyes, the warm, soft look on her face, and he fell in love with her all over again. "Hey, sweetie," she cooed. "Mommy missed you."

"So did Daddy," Elliot said as he wrapped his arms around Olivia. He brushed his finger down the tiny girl's cheek, laughing as she smiled and giggled, and said, "We make beautiful babies, Liv."

"We sure do, El," Olivia agreed, rocking the girl in her arms. She turned to kiss her husband, then they walked with Lily to the changing table. They changed her, fed her, and played with her until she fell asleep, in the middle of a rousing game of "grab Daddy's ears." They each gave her a soft kiss and placed her back down in the crib, then walked down the hall to check on Evan. He was fast asleep with a smile on his face. Olivia and Elliot walked into his room, kissed his cheeks, then Olivia noticed something on his desk. "El," she said, flipping through the red and green crayon drawings, "He's doing it again."

"What are they, this time?" Elliot asked, walking over to look over Olivia's shoulder.

Olivia held up the first drawing, smiling. "Apparently he thinks he's getting a baby brother," she said. "Named Richard," she added, pointing to the scrawled name beneath the picture.

"Well, he's never wrong," Elliot said, wagging his eyebrows as he leaned in to kiss her. "But Richard, though?"

Olivia chuckled against his lips. "We'll see," she said, knowing full well that Evan's visions were never wrong. He knew she was pregnant with Lily before she did. "At least Lily looks to be about two years old in this picture," she mused, looking back at the drawing.

"Yeah," Elliot sighed, "That means I have to wait a while to see you glow the way you did when you were carrying Lil."

"Good, I just got my figure back," Olivia laughed.

Elliot shook his head and kissed her. "You never lost it, baby," he said to her, running his hands down her body.

Olivia rolled her eyes as she was pulled closer to Elliot, then picked up the second picture. "This one is the one that worries me," she said, handing it to Elliot.

"Why? He drew you in your agent gear, me in mine, that shouldn't be a surprise. Then he drew some blonde chick and he drew Don…oh," he paused, taking in the significance of the drawing. "He's seen this, then? This happens?"

Olivia bit her lip. "He could be wrong," Olivia said. "There's a first time for everything, isn't that what you always tell me?"

"Yeah," Elliot spat in a whisper, "When I try to get you to eat bacon, baby. But this is…we can stop this, right? This is just a warning? Like with the princess?"

"Could be," Olivia said, turning on her heels to leave the room. Elliot followed her, and was led to her office. She sat and flipped on three computers. One, just a white screen, blipped to life and she typed rapidly. Elliot, looking over her shoulder, saw nothing but encrypted, coded writing. He was trying to learn how to read it, but it was confusing. There were several different codes to memorize, and you had to be fluent in all of them to be able to read interoffice memos, but Olivia knew what it said.

ATTN: Agent Lake

Re: Task: Cragen: Status: Phase One

Task: Unkown: Status: Research and Report

Be advised assailant in Task: Cragen has access to sixteenth precinct, has infiltrated Task:Cragen's circle of employers and friends, and is now believed to have an accomplice. Second task, unknown, brought to attention at nineteen-hundred. Primaries on task are myself and SIC Stabler, with Agent Tutuola running second. Briefing will commence at oh-four-hundred to discuss dual-task process.

ATTACHMENT: File and photo. Assailant: E. Tucker.

ATTACHMENT: File and photo. Assailant: E. Donnelly.

ATTACHMENT: File, no photo available, Assailant: V. Gitano

She hit send, then turned to see Elliot running background checks on Tucker and Donnelly, trying to find a reason they would want to hurt Cragen, and he printed everything he could.

"El, baby, you're getting the hang of this," Olivia commended, running her hands over his arms as she came up behind him.

"I am," he replied with a nod. He turned to her, kissed her, and nuzzled her nose. "Enough work for tonight," he said, running his hand through her hair. "I wanna make love to you. Slowly."

Olivia looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. She grabbed his hand and led him out of the office, and into the bedroom, where they commenced a task all their own.

A/N: So Tucker and Donnelly have teamed up? Couldn't be! Something's gotta be wrong, there. And we get to see how they take on Gitano, the Special Ops way!