So this story will be a bit Dodds/Benson with a lot of angst before we really reach Tuckson but don't worry it definitely will end up tuckson. Will they get a happy ending though? Maybe...maybe not. I haven't decided.

Although I know Dodds wasn't chief and Ed wasn't the Captain of IAB yet, the story takes place around 2012/2013. There's also slight Dodds/Benson smut towards the end, so read it or skip it.


Olivia frowned at her husband, who clearly was too busy snapping at whoever was on the other end of her phone. For weeks she had been trying for them to go out, for the past few months William had been absent a lot...from their home and also from their marriage. Even when he constantly put off her plans to go out, he always showed up late with a plate of home cooked food left untouched and cold. Even visiting his office, he was either too busy getting in someone's ass or dealing with a tough case. Married to the deputy chief, she expected him to be busy, but she thought both she and Noah would be more important to him than the job. It seemed he delved deeper into his work after they adopted Noah, a child of a now imprisoned drug lord. Noah wasn't biologically theirs but she loved him to death and Olivia was saddened that William treated him like some other boy not like how a father should love his son.

She feared he was cheating, but even though he wasn't around, he was still very much so attracted to her. It was mostly him that initiated sex, Olivia refusing to call it anything else since for the past year their sex has been anything but soft and slow. Plus seeing him in the office, he looked frustrated, angry, snapping at everyone in the office. One day bringing Noah along for lunch, William scared the little boy by yelling at an officer before smacking a file in his face. It had taken half an hour to calm Noah down and since them she hasn't visited William for lunch. It didn't seem like he was cheating but...he was hiding something, and was growing more aggressive every week. He never raised a hand at her though. They fought, Olivia taking the blame, apologizing for everything she knew wasn't her fault, just to calm him down.

She feared divorce.

But she did love him. Despite the rough patch recently, she loved him. Saving her life decades ago had automatically drawn her to him. It was William that had treated her like a queen, and unlike the other creeps she dated in her youth, he didn't expect anything in return...including sex. It was William that beat her pimp and got her off the streets, and he helped her get clean seeing as how drugs caught up to her like the other street workers. He had gotten her job and made sure no one knew of her past. She loved him and wanted their marriage to survive but she couldn't be the only one working to keep it intact.

"Will," she murmured, hoping he would hear her. She felt saddened that he hadn't even looked at her , speaking on his phone since he sat at the table, the table she had been sitting at alone for half an hour, waiting on him. She was even more upset he didn't notice her appearance, the curve hugging long-sleeved black dress, her long chestnut hair in curls, seductive red orange pumps, and light make up considering she looked better without her face caked in it.

He either didn't hear her or ignored her as he continued growling at whoever was on the phone.

"Well you know what why don't you fucking deal with it," William snapped. He had caught the attention of two different , who was a bit embarrassed, avoided their stares. "You are one worthless son of a bitch you know that?"

"Will," Olivia sternly said. William stopped talking, turning to look at her. The look he gave her intimidated her...even scared her, but she glared back at him. "Could you get off the phone? Please?"

William raised his eyebrow and stood up. He bent over, his plump lips brushing her ear. It sent chills down her spine, but not the way she liked.

"I'll take it outside," he whispered, "but could you fix that attitude before I come back? You're killing the mood,"

Olivia's eyes got wide, her lips parted as he walked off. She didn't bother to look back, but instead look at the diamond ring her finger. Her eyes began to burn, her vision becoming blurry as she felt tears forming. She picked up the napkin on her table, the utensils on top of it sliding off.

Ed Tucker sat at his table on the far wall, watching Olivia Benson (thank god the woman didn't take Dodds last name) dabbing at her eyes with a napkin. He watched the exchange, angered at how Dodds was treating her and sympathetic to Olivia for having to deal with it. He watched as their waiter looked at her in sympathy as well, placing their meal on the table. Ed sighed as he saw Dodds rush out the restaurant door, his phone pressed to his ear. Doing his surveillance, he knew Dodds was most likely talking to either a crooked cop helping him or a drug dealer he was blackmailing...and Ed couldn't prove anything without evidence, but his hatred for the man fueled him to find some. He had been doing enough for that man.

"Ah!" the pimp cried as a young Ed Tucker stood over him, punching him until he was barely conscious. Tucker kicked him in the stomach, the pimp howling in pain at another impact to his already cracked rips. Ed grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall.

"Okay!Okay!" the pimp cried, disgusted at the taste of blood coming from his lips, "I'll leave her alone!"

"If I so much as hear you're anywhere near her I'll have you locked up, being the bitch of whatever prisoner is willing to have you,"

"Okay! Okay! I'll leave Olivia alone!"

"Good," Ed said. He dropped the thin man to the floor, walking towards the door. He stopped...thinking a bit before he spoke again. "If she asks tell her that William fought her debt,"

He looked back at Olivia, watching Dodds wife pick at her food, clearly too upset to even eat. Knowing it was dangerous and hoping Dodds stayed outside longer, Ed stood up and made his way to her table. Ed Tucker was known as a poised one expression man, but he grew nervous and bit his lip as he walked to her. Once he reached her table, she looked up at him, surprised to see him standing there.

"Tucker?" she asked, confused. She rubbed her eye and looked away, Ed knowing she was wiping tears from her eyes. "Can I help you,"

"Yes actually," Ed cleared his throat, flustered, "would you like to dance,"

Olivia's eyebrows raised in shock, looking past him. There were a fair amount of couples dancing to the soft jazz the band was playing. She knew it would be safe to dance without drawing any attention, and it seemed that her husband wasn't paying her any mind tonight..or at all. But she also knew that something happened in the past, something neither Dodds nor Tucker told her, that caused bad blood between the two. She knew William couldn't stand Ed Tucker and she knew Ed Tucker couldn't stand her husband.

But she wanted to make something of what seemed like a pointless night.

Ed began to grow embarrassed, a blush forming on his irish skin. He thought the woman didn't want to be near him, until she grabbed his hand.

"Sure," she sighed. She led him into an area that wasn't so crowded, but still close to the other dancing couples. She turned and smiled at him, waiting for him to make the next move. Still nervous, Ed wrapped an arm around her waist, still keeping a fair share of distance between them. Olivia laid her hand on his shoulder, laying other hand in his. Olivia looked away, a bit uncomfortable with making eye contact with him. Her eyes were mainly focused on the door, hurt William was ignoring her and afraid her already upset husband would snap at the sight of her dancing with Tucker.

Ed on the other hand watched her. Watched her big brown eyes which were still a bit red, and studied her rose colored lips. Ed cleared his throat, glancing at the other couples, before looking back at her. He was surprised that instead of seeing her side profile, his eyes met hers. She forced a thin smile, intrigued by his blue eyes. But of course she never bothered to study the man, they didn't really even know each other. Besides a few galas and passing him by in coffee shops, they never exchanged more than a couple of greetings.

"You look beautiful tonight," he said, watching her blush.

"Thank you," she said, happy that someone had appreciated her appearance tonight.

He watched as she coughed and furrowed her eyebrows.

"You okay?" he asked. She nodded but looked at him accusingly.

"You smoke?" she asked.

"Yeah...oh sorry," he said, finally noticing Olivia didn't seem to happy about that.

"I'll never understand the appeal of smoking," she scoffed.

Annoyed at her judgment of his preference, he frowned. "Doesn't your husband smoke,"

"He quit,'

"I bet," he snarled.

Olivia, fed up with dealing with men's attitude, from the cab drivers to her co workers to her own husband and now to Tucker. "Thank you Tucker but I'm no longer in the mood to dance," she said. Ed held her tightly before he could pull away. He didn't know if she was looking for a fight, wanting to get something out of her, but he would be damn in they stopped dancing because of stupid accusations of smoking.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, but knowing full well it was Benson who had started it. "Plus I really like this song," he smirked, trying to ease the tension.

"You can dance by yourself," she cheekily said, smirking back at him. He chuckled a bit.

"I'd look like a fool,"

"A little too late for that,"

Ed laughed a bit, happy she hadn't really left him alone. Ed unintentionally pulled her closer, looking deeper into her eyes. Olivia was uncertain of Tucker's intentions but gave him a polite smile. The swayed slowly to the jazz music, Ed fighting the urge to hum along to the tune. As they swayed a stray her moved to her forehead and before she could do anything, Ed's fingers put it back in place. Ed found her split hair intriguing, even more so in curls. Olivia was even more intrigued at how soft his skin was. With a man like Ed Tucker, poised and stiff, she expected his hands to be rough and dry...not soft, smooth, and comforting.

"Ahem," came a rather familiar voice. They nearly jumped apart as William gave Tucker a fake smile, possessively wrapping an arm around her waist. Olivia looked between the two men, hoping William would back off and hoping Tucker wouldn't say anything to agitate him. "Tucker how are you?"

"Just giving here a dance," Tucker said. He scowled at the man. "Just wanted to keep her entertained since you were absent,"

Even when you were at the table, sitting right across from her, he wanted to add but seeing Olivia's pleading eyes he chose to leave them be. He forced a smile at Olivia before walking away. Already paying for his meal, and not wanting Dodds to become more suspicious then he already was, Tucker left the restaurant.

Olivia sighed as William led her back to their table. They ate the remainder of their meal in silence, Olivia surprised that William hadn't looked at his phone once since they sat down. He even held out her chair, asking sweetly if she needed anything else as she ate. She only shook her head or shrugged, a bit suspicious at his sudden change. She began to grow pissed, thinking that her husband only took interest in her when another man (or woman sometimes) were interested in her.

She avoided him the rest of dinner, enjoying how awkward he seemed, enjoying her little victory of revenge. She watched him pay for dinner, still pissed as he put his hand on her lower back, leading her out the restaurant. They waited for their driver to come, the night breeze blowing Olivia's curls. Olivia pulled her jacket tighter around her, a bit chilly. She looked away when William wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into him. If it wasn't for the fact he really did warm her up, she would have pushed him away. In the car William watched his wife sit far away from him, pushing herself against the door, looking out of the window. She was avoiding him so much he was pretty sure she was even avoiding look at his reflection.

He sighed, realizing how much he'd been treating her the past few months. He rolled up the tinted privacy window, making sure it was only them. He scooted over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Olivia," he said softly.

"Hmmm?" she grunted.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I know I haven't been a husband to you recently and I'm sorry. I know 'I'm sorry' isn't going to be enough to fix the damage I've done but I love you...and I can't imagine being without you,"

Olivia looked over at him, giving her that look. His face in sadness as he looked genuinely apologetic.

"I..just wished you talked to me," she sighed, "is...something going on? Is there...someone el-"

"No," he said, "I wouldn't even have the time to cheat,". He tried to get a laugh out of her but saw her jaw clench as she bit her lip. "There is no one, Olivia," he said seriously, "only you. You're the only woman I need. It's just...work has been a pain in my ass, just...dealing with this frustrating case...and fucking Tucker..."

"What about Tucker?" she asked.

"Just a pain in my ass," he sighed, "always with bullshit cases. Betraying his brothers in blue, like we're not dealing with enough shit,"

"Some cops are dirty William," she said, knowing there were plenty who paid for her back in her dark past, some even seeming more sexually aggressive than any other customer she had. She recognized a few of her old clients, one of them being a chief of D's, William even inviting him over for dinner once. Luckily none of them remembered who she was...or just never brought it up.

"Still," he snapped, he watched her flinch and sighed, "Sorry"

He kissed her temple, running a hand through her hair. "I got you something,"

Olivia raised her eyebrow, watching William reach into his coat pocket. He lifted up an expensive necklace. Olivia grinned as William reached to put it around her neck. Charms of her and Noah's birthstone falling just above her breast.

"Happy anniversary," he smiled, leaning over to kiss her.

Olivia had smiled at William her hope that their marriage could be saved returning, even so more once they got home. Noah already asleep and their nanny gone for the day, William led Olivia to their bedroom, and for once it felt like they were making love. Olivia lied under William, moaning as he slowly kissed down her neck. She reached a hand through his thick hair, biting her lower lip to muffle her moans. He crawled over her, only left in his pants. He looked down at her, looking her in the eyes.

His blue eyes mesmerized her. She didn't know why but blue eyes excited her and as she laid under her husband her mind soon wandered to Ed Tucker's blue his eyes. His eyes brighter and more absorbing than her husbands.

"You okay?" Williams voice, brought her back to reality. She nodded, spreading her legs a bit. He brought his lips down onto hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Olivia whimpered and tried to take her heels off with the heel of her foot but he gripped her thigh.

"Leave them on," he murmured, his breath tickling her lips. She shuddered in anticipation as he quickly took her bra off, black lace no longer concealing her breast. Olivia moaned as he scooted down, running his large hands up her stomach, cupping one breast while wrapping his mouth around the other. She gasped feeling him nip at her nipple.

For what seemed like forever, Olivia had finally felt loved by her husband. Feeling connected to him as he moved inside her. she whimpered as she gripped his back. William grunted, leaning down to kiss his wife, biting her lower lip as he put his forehead to hers. He panted, reaching behind him for her hand, and gripped it as he held it above her head. As he increased his pace so did the sound of Olivia's moans.

"I love you," he murmured, kissing her roughly before she could reply.

And he did love her. But after a week of withdrawal, he was more anxious and excited about the white illegal powder he had hidden underneath the clothes in his gym bag.


Sorry for any mistakes.

TBC