Hi Everyone!

The other day, after watching like a season's worth of LAO SVU, I had this idea, and the plot bunny didn't leave me alone so I started jotting down this story. And the first chapter, well, that was kind of a teaser. I hope you liked it, and I would love to hear your thoughts. Now I'm back with a new chapter! A bit longer one this time. And I hope you like this one too. Please tell me what you think.

I am completely new to SVU fandom, I only started watching this show a couple of months ago, but the episodes give me so many ideas! I hope to keep the people in character, though they act through my understanding of their personalities. And I don't own a thing, except for my ideas.

Enjoy, and let me know how am I doing with this story!

Crysania

'I'm sorry,' he said in broken voice. Olivia was jerked out of her petrified state by the sound of his voice. She half-expected shouting, or him blaming her, or anything else in that scale. After an outburst it usually takes longer for him to calm down. But not now. His expression changed as he looked at the little boy still anxiously holding on to her waist with his tiny arms. He could barely clasp his hands around her but he was squeezing her with all his power, burying his face in her side.

'I'm sorry, buddy,' Elliot spoke up again, first looking Olivia in the eyes, trying to tell her that his anger is in check, and then crouching down to be eye level with the boy. 'I didn't mean to scare you guys here…' he said apologizing. His shoulders slumped forward in defeat, feeling like a coward. These kids lived through hell in the past day. Hell, in the past couple of hours, maybe twelve, and here he was with his stupid tantrum like a spoiled two year old. He didn't think about the terrified young boy, he didn't think about the couple months old baby, and he didn't think about his injured partner. All he thought about was his bruised ego, because he misjudged the situation and the situation blew up in his face. And Olivia's because he dragged her into it again. He really did screw up.

The previous morning he walked into the precinct quite upbeat. He could hardly wait for the weekend that he would spend with his children. The first weekend he would do that since the separation with Kathy. Before he got to the precinct he stopped by the usual coffee shop and picked up his usual coffee and the usual tea for Olivia. The cashier greeted him with a smile and he reciprocated. It was a beautiful morning, after all. He asked her to add two doughnuts as well. Liv liked sweets and he himself was in a mood for a little endorphin intake. And, by the way. They were still cops. What cop would refuse a doughnut?

He took a sip from his morning coffee in the elevator on his way to the squadroom. And then reality checked in. He ran his eyes over the packed place as he walked into the scene of pure horror. There were pictures of tortured women, dismembered corpses and decomposed bodies all over the board with notes scribbled on one every once in a while. He put the bag and the two cups down, and joined the briefing.

As it turned out, the man who was standing next to Cragen was the commanding officer of the Manhattan narcotics unit. His presence made Elliot feel uneasy. If they were working this case jointly with narcotics, then it must be something big. If it was something big, than it was a pain in the ass to wrap up and he could already see himself apologizing to his kids because he had to work in the weekend and missed their time together.

He pushed through the crowd and settled next to Fin. Elliot looked around slightly to find Olivia but he couldn't spot her. Fin gave him a knowing glance, but he didn't say anything. They all listened to the details of the case. Six women turned up battered, raped and dead on the streets of Manhattan. All in a fucking night- Elliot thought to himself and quickly focused his attention back on the board. And then there was that picture. A posh looking Cuban man, wearing a nice suit. Greying hair, blinding blue eyes, square jaw and broad shoulders. With the luck of drug dealers, that son-of-a-bitch must be even tall as a basketball player. Everything a girl could dream of. Except for the danger and death lingering around him. No wonder he had so many girls to dispose of.

Pepe Roldan was the new Cuban king in New York. Good to know New York has Cuban kings. But he was to taken seriously. It was his party at the rooftop penthouse that was associated with the dead women. Ages between 25 and 40. Tall, short, curvy and skinny. Black, white, Hispanic. That son-of-a-bitch wasn't even picky. They were all beautiful though. What was their sin? The most logical explanation was that they were paying off their debts. Did they owe him money? And if they did, why didn't he let them go after? They didn't satisfy him? Was it really Roldan, who killed them?

The only problem was that although they could easily place almost all of the women on the scene, they couldn't prove that they were killed there, and especially could place the killer objects directly in Pepe Roldan's hands. They couldn't place them in anyone's hands, as a matter of fact. Evan after the ME collected around 20 separate DNAs, 7 from one victim, they had no face for any of the DNAs. Not even for the two that was present in all victims. It was convenient. These men were probably Cubans. They probably didn't even have citizenship. Officially, at least.

Narcotics was investigating him for a long time now, but couldn't get into the innermost circles. They were not close enough to know valuable information and far from gathering anything that would harm the boss, the Cuban king. Elliot already hated him.

So how are they going to infiltrate his trusted circles? There must be more women around him, and who knows what happens when he decides to party again.

'These women must be paying their debts,' Elliot blurted out his thoughts. 'and if they are done, they kill them…' he marveled at the cruelty of the world. He was surprised that criminals and their actions can still surprise him after all those years in SVU.

'Or if his men are not satisfied…' added Fin nodding his agreement.

'How are we going to stop him?' Elliot asked more from himself, but the question came out loud and each and every person in the room was trying to come up with an idea to a seemingly impossible situation.

'SVU is landing a hand with that,' Cragen spoke up after thinking for a second.

'Narcotics has undercover cops among the guards and well, those who do the shitty work. One of them might be in the position to take in someone, but…' the commanding officer of the other squad continued the plan, but Fin interrupted him. He was way too familiar with the working of the Narcotics unit and he didn't like the place where that conversation was going.

'It's hell of a lot easier with a pretty lady. Too bad Narcotics don't have one…' he crossed his arms and waited for the implication to dawn on his colleagues. There wasn't enough time as Cragen picked up the story where Fin left it.

'We have a female officer going undercover tonight, and if all goes according to our plans, she will be able to attend the penthouse party of tonight,' as the captain spoke Elliot put the pieces together and instantly felt sick. It was Olivia, who was going undercover for this operation. That is why she wasn't there. She was working on her cover.

Soon the joint briefing came to an end and only the 1-6ers remained in the precinct. Elliot slumped back in his chair, desperately trying to figure out how to get Olivia out of that night's mission. He hated the idea that she was about to be a bait for a man, who might be responsible for the death of the six, or who knows how many more women. He could keep off his eyes of her tea and doughnut that he brought her that morning, sitting on her desk, untouched. It was a painful reminder of his new life if anything goes wrong that night; that there was a possibility, she won't be there. He couldn't take that idea any longer.

'Captain, where's Benson?' Elliot sneaked into his boss' office after the briefing ended. 'She's not the one who goes undercover, right?' he asked although he very well knew the answer. Of course it is her.

'She volunteered, Elliot,' Cragen sunk into his chair behind his desk and from his voice Elliot could tell that he didn't like this plan any more than he did. 'I am not going to pretend that this is not dangerous,' the captain continued when he saw the veins popping out on Elliot's forehead. 'But she makes her decisions for her own. Narcotics needed a female officer, and she volunteered. These guys know their job and they do it well. Now our job is to find out what the hell is going on with this guy as soon as possible, so that we can bring her out of there before she gets killed.'

'Can I talk to her?'

'She is working on her backstory with Huang,' said Cragen and before he could say anything else Elliot was out of the room rushing to the doctor's office. When he got there, he surely wasn't thinking clearly. He knocked on the door but didn't wait for any kind of answer. The knock simply announced his bursting into the room which still startled the occupants.

'Are you out of your mind?!' he shouted circling to Olivia, who was sitting across from Huang in an armchair.

'What is your problem, Elliot?' she asked nonchalantly, further fuelling Elliot's fury. What's his problem? That his partner is risking her life without a second consideration. And why did he even care? Cragen could probably get him a new partner if anything happens to her, but he didn't want a new partner. What he wanted is Olivia staying out of danger. He wanted her safe, by his side. He cared about her. Really cared about her. That is why he cared.

'What were you thinking, Olivia?' he leaned closer to her face putting more emphasis on his words. Huang watched their interaction in amusement. The partners' behavior secretly always amazed him. He knew they were friends, really close friends, but he could never guess how close they were really. Was there an intimate side of their relationship? He doubted, but of course he didn't expect Elliot bursting into his office, questioning Olivia, pretending he had a say in her decisions. Maybe he was wrong. The way Olivia stared up at Elliot had him doubt his previous presumptions. And deep in his heart he knew he shouldn't be surprised if Elliot pulled Olivia to her feet and kissed her. But Olivia broke their eye contact before she answered his accusation.

'Look, Elliot. There must be tens of women in danger. If not hundreds. If I can help them by going undercover and playing a drug whore, so be it,' she said standing up to face her partner. Now they were inching dangerously close. Huang leaned back keeping his eyes on the show. He would probably need to rethink everything he thought about the detectives' relationship after this conversation.

'What you don't understand is that being a drug whore for this asshole can get you beaten up, raped and God forbid killed,' his nostrils spread as his breaths became quicker and quicker. He wished he could shake some sense into her. He touched her arm slightly to make her look at him after she turned away. She didn't understand what was such a big deal about this case. She did undercover gigs all the time. With or without Elliot. But everything was different now. She was away for a long time in Oregon. He couldn't talk to her, he couldn't visit her, he couldn't be with her and it made him miserable. He didn't want to live with a scenario where he had to take his battered partner's rape kit to the ME's office. His heart broke even from thinking about it. And the fact that he could lose her forever if something goes wrong with this case, twisted his heart beyond belief.

Olivia sank back into her chair with a deep sigh. 'They need someone to do it. I am up to the task. Going undercover is in my job description. If this is the only way I can help those women, than that is what I have to do,' she said in a calm voice. She already made her decision and a fight with Elliot would only make her task more difficult and she hated to admit it, but she had concerns about the whole thing without her partner agitating her about the case any further. She wanted to get over with it. 'You know, four out of the six victims had families with kids. These women were not pros. They were wives and mothers trying to provide for their family's well-being. Did they choose the worst possible way? Sure they did. But they paid the price, don't you think? Now let me do my job, so that I can help the others who might be in the same situation.' she stood up again and turned to face Elliot, putting a hand on his shoulder. 'Go back to the precinct, El, and do your job,' she said quietly. This whole case wasn't easy for her either, and she secretly thanked God that Elliot didn't burst into the office, while they were still at a bit more private part of their session with Huang.

She has admitted to the doctor, that she was not ready to die, and that she had very bad feelings about the whole operation. He asked her why she wouldn't back out. She told him the same thing she told Elliot. Maybe because it was the truth, or maybe that was something she wanted them to believe. Including herself. Truth be told, she was terrified of the upcoming days, but there was no turning back. In a couple of hours, she would transform into Aracely Rojo and the undercover man from narcotics would recruit her as entertainment for Pepe Roldan that night.

Elliot was nervously pacing in Olivia's living room as the minute she needed to enter the cave was gradually descending on them. He worked on the case all day after he got back from Huang's office. Every detail they uncovered made him even more furious. And more terrified for Olivia's life. He couldn't bear the thought of her being with that man. What if he wanted sex? Would she comply? And if she doesn't would he just rape her or throw her off the balcony? He was going insane waiting while Olivia was getting ready for the night.

'Stop pacing, man,' Fin grabbed his arm when he walked past him. Fin and another detective from narcotics were sitting on her couch watching as Elliot kept walking around.

'I can't, this whole thing is killing me,'

'Look Stabler,' Fin stood up to face Elliot. 'You are the one who's going to be the closest to her, the first one who can help, and I bet my life she is going to need help. Now you wouldn't be too much help if you passed out from exhaustion, would you?' he reasoned and Elliot knew the detective was right. But he needed something to take his mind off from Olivia getting ready go to that asshole who had who knows how many women murdered like she was getting ready for a date.

'You're right.' He admitted finally, sitting down on the edge of the coffee table. An unpleasant silence sat on the room until Liv appeared from her bedroom.

'Damn, I want a transfer to SVU,' said the narcotics detective as he checked out the woman approaching them from head to toe. She was breathtaking.

'Shut your mouth up, man,' Fin commanded the detective and gave Olivia her earpiece. 'We can talk to you through this. The captain and Munch will be outside in a van with some guys from narcotics. I'll be hangin' around in the bar with some other nice lookin guys, and Stabler will play a high businessman ready for some fun. We will get him into the penthouse to you,' he said holding her shoulders as a sign of encouragement. Even if Fin wasn't her partner, he was still worried about Olivia and what might this mission do to her.

Olivia wasn't pleased with the idea of Elliot being there with her. She knew he would be too big of a distraction from doing what she had to do. She knew he would hate the way she will need to behave in order to get Roldan's or one of his man's attention. And she knew she would hate it too, with or without Elliot being there, but him being there already made her feel guilty. Something she couldn't really understand. Because she put him in a dangerous situation? Maybe. She would like to think that was the reason.

'Lady, you have a hell of a night ahead you, be warned,' said the narcotics guy, as he put a necklace in her neck. 'Cute little thing, huh? It has a microphone and a tiny camera inside it. They don't have metal detectors at the entrance, so you don't need to worry. Everything you see, the mobile unit in the van is going to see. Everything you hear, and say, they are gonna hear,' he said explaining the details. 'I've got a location, I'm gonna drop you off, and the guy's gonna pick you up from there. Understood?' he asked and Olivia nodded. 'And don't be so tight in the ass, Pepe's gonna notice,' he winked at her.

'Man, you gotta hate your life' Fin stepped between them frowning at the detective.

'Just kidding,' he put up his hands in defense, but nobody cared about him anymore.

Elliot couldn't take his eyes off of Olivia. She wore her black leather jacket, with a tight fitting black dress that covered way too little of her skin. Her makeup was heavier than usual. She had huge gold earrings and some new rings he has never seen on her before. He couldn't decide whether he liked her appearance or not. She was beautiful without the smoky eyes and red lipstick as well. But the dress. Elliot hated and loved that dress at the same time. He hated that she dressed up like that because that dress would just get more attention on her. But, God, she looked gorgeous. The way the dress hugged her curves, and the way it left little to his imagination. If it was hard to cover his lust for her in the office, it was impossible to do it now, when she was dressed to kill. He could jump her without a second thought. And he immediately felt guilty for his thoughts.

Here she was getting ready to risk her life, and the only thing he could think about is kissing her neck and pushing himself into her center. Pathetic. He frowned at his own thoughts. 'Let's go,' he groaned and led the way out of her apartment.