Sorry about the timing of this update. I got caught up with Once Upon a Time and am now slave to the Swanqueen fandom, but the SVU premiere fucked my shit up, of course, and reeled me right back in. It was pretty intense, so this last chapter is going to be pretty goofy. There are a couple references to The Fox by Ylvis if you can catch them. This is how I deal with my feels. #BENSONLIVES! Forgive me.

Amanda suddenly wished she wasn't stoned. This was definitely their perp, and she'd forgotten what she was supposed to do to him. She stood behind Olivia, who opened her mouth to respond to his invitation, but was cut short by Summer, who had returned with Sophie.

"We'll join your party in a minute, handsome, I gotta give this sexy lady a lap dance first," Summer said flirtatiously as she squeezed Olivia's arm suggestively.

"Yeah," Sophie agreed. "And I'm getting one too, from Ashley."

The john leered his approval and they dragged Amanda and Olivia over to a shadowy corner. Summer shoved Olivia on one of the chairs and Amanda begin to wiggle around on Sophie's lap as she sat down, watching Olivia out of the corner of her eye. Sophie giggled and straightened her hat.

"What the hell are you two lunatics doing?" Olivia hissed as Summer rubbed her thigh against the Detective's crotch.

"We've got info," Summer purred. "That guy you were just talking to, we're pretty sure that's the rapist."

"We knew that all ready!" Benson sputtered, her face reddening as Summer rubbed her bosom against Olivia's. Amanda felt the stirrings of jealousy and it annoyed her, since she and Liv were sort of arguing still.

"Yeah, but we have a plan," Summer reasoned. She caught their john staring at them and said, "whoops! Gotta keep up appearances." She began to slither around as Liv squirmed underneath her.

"Summer, what—Jesus Christ!" The dancer was now flat on her belly in between Liv's knees. her thighs on either side of the Brunette's head and her barely covered snatch mere inches from Olivia's face in a sort of 69ing position.

"The plan, Sophie?" she could be heard saying from somewhere near the floor.

"Right!" Sophie said underneath Amanda, who had spread her legs and was absentmindedly pretending to play with herself. "You and Summer are gonna take him to a hotel room to knock him, and then me and Liv are gonna barge in and catch him with his pants down!"

"That's a terrible plan!" Olivia said from in between Summer's legs. "I'm not letting you use Amanda as bait! And you are not coming along with us on a sting, you numbskulls!"

It was at that awkward moment that Amaro walked in and spotted them. His face turned beat red and he turned around and exited the club again. The song they were dancing to ended, and another one came on. Amanda imitated Summer and slithered around Sophie until she was in a 69 position, planting her hoo ha as close to Sophie's face as possible in hopes of making Olivia jealous.

"What the—what the hell kind of song is this? Did you pick this song? Are you both on shrooms?" Olivia ranted on. Amanda listened with fascination as a sort of Swedish techno band came on and began singing about the sounds animals made. The chorus ended in an emotional diatribe about foxes and included various yipping and grunting sounds. She began to laugh and was soon so overcome with mirth she fell off of Sophie, who was also howling with laughter. "They don't pay the DJ enough to deal with my girl Summer!"

Amanda recovered and got back on her lap. "I want popcorn," she announced.

"Oh my God," Olivia said. "If you two ruin this investigation—

"We won't!" Sophie chimed in.

"Yeah," Summer righted herself and looked Olivia straight in the eye. "This is our bar. We're helping."

"It's our friends getting hurt," Sophie added.

Olivia shook her head. "No. Hell no. Absolutely not. I am not letting a couple of hormonal stoner girls from outer space interfere with my police work. You're not 'knocking' him, or whatever you said you were going to do. I will stick my head into an unflushed toilet and set my goddamn hair on fire before that happens. I'm a professional, god dammit!"

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Twenty minutes later, Olivia sat with her arms crossed furiously over her chest in the back seat of their police cruiser next to Sophie. Amaro was in the driver's seat, discreetly following their john, Amanda and Summer to a hotel.

"How," she said, "Did I let you fruitcakes talk me into this? How are we gonna know when to go up there and save them? Summer said to just 'wait five minutes'? A lot can happen in five minutes, Sophie! Have you seen Detective Rollins' partner? Would you like to be the one to explain to him how Amanda is in a hotel room with a rapist later? Because I'm not."

"Relax," Sophie said, her dark eyes twinkling innocently. "I'll know when she needs me. Summer, I mean. And you'll know too."

Olivia glared. "I don't put a member of my squad's life in danger on a leap of faith, Sophie."

The young woman batted long, fake eyelashes. "But Rollins will be fine. You know she can handle herself. And this way, you'll catch him with his pants down and you won't even have to build a case. We can smoke that bastard." She lowered her voice then, so Amaro couldn't hear them. "And if you ask me, I think you should tell her how much you care instead of being all broody. It's hot, but she counts on you to make her feel safe."

"Shut up about that," Olivia muttered. "We're not going there."

"Not that she doesn't worry about you. I bet she does." Sophie brandished her cigarette holder and slipped into character again. "She's one of those broads, Detective. She's the bees knees, the cat's meow, the kinda dame that'll make ya swear off drinkin'!"

"I'm not discussing it," Liv growled. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Ladies," Amaro interrupted them to point at their John, Summer and Amanda pulling up to a hotel and walking inside. Amanda had put an extremely short silver dress on over her costume and Summer had put on a similar black one. They looked like a couple of hookers. Olivia squirmed in horror.

"They'll be fine," Sophie purred. "Just give them a few minutes."

Waiting there was agonizing as Benson imagined all manner of horrible things happening to her lover. It was only after a couple of minutes that Sophie was suddenly alert. "Now," she said. "They need us to come now."

Sophie and Olivia wasted no time in bolting out of the car. The man at the front desk immediately told them what room they were in after Olivia flashed her badge and growled menacing threats. Instead of waiting for the elevators, they took the stairs two at a time and when they found the room number, Olivia smashed the door in.

"Summer!" Sophie shrieked. She and Amanda both lay passed out on the suite's king sized bed, and the white haired john had no pants on.

Olivia leapt forward and smashed him over the head with her gun. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes and Sophie leapt forward and kicked him in his side. "Bastard!" she shrieked.

"Geez, chill guys," Summer said as she and Amanda both sat up. "He made us cocktails and we pretended to drink them cuz we knew he roofied them."

"Yeah, then we pretended to pass out," Amanda added sheepishly.

Sophie laughed and she and Summer hugged each other. Olivia pulled Amanda to her feet. "Are you all right?" She asked in a low voice. "That was incredibly stupid, Rollins."

"It worked, though." The southerner drawled. Her eyes didn't look quite as red-rimmed as before. Olivia suspected she'd finally come down and the marijuana had worn off.

The brunette sighed and called Amaro for back up. It had been a long night.

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Cragen shook his head after Olivia explained how they booked the perp later that evening. He'd sent Amanda home a few hours ago, saying she'd been through enough for one night and needed to turn in. The rest of the red tape was for Benson and Finn to deal with. "I would question your methods, but you and Rollins always manage to close the case pretty fast when those two girls help you. We should think about making them permanent CIs."

Olivia shuffled her feet. "They admittedly do bring some comic relief to the table."

"We need more of that," Cragen agreed. "In the meantime, I think you should go talk to Rollins."

"Geez, is everyone sticking their nose in my business today?"

"Liv," Cragen sighed. "It's just a suggestion. I noticed something was up between you two."

He didn't sound like he knew just exactly what was up, but she wasn't about to let him work his way around to it. Luckily for her and Rollins, men were usually pretty clueless. "Yeah, I'm gonna go see her now. Our John is booked?"

"Yup," Cragen replied. "It's taken care of. Go."

Liv took her cue and rocketed out of there. They were right. She should probably go talk to Rollins, but she had something else to take care of first.

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She was never going to forgive herself for listening to this idiotic song again but here she was with a half empty bottle of vodka dancing to it in her living room. Naturally, she was in her underwear and a tanktop again. Coffee was dancing next to her as Frannie snoozed on her couch.

What does the Fox say!

Coffee stood on his hind legs and twirled around in a circle, yipping along in unison to Ylvis's yips. This dog was really starting to grow on her. Amanda did a little jig and tried not to remember the leers of the strip club clientele and then laying on that bed waiting for Olivia to come and help her as that creep removed his pants.

Just another fucked up day at SVU. She danced in a circle around Coffee who began to howl shrilly.

"Really, Rollins, you couldn't give me a break? As if I hadn't seen enough weird shit tonight."

Amanda stopped dancing and turned to see Olivia framed in her doorway, a halo of light forming around her chestnut hair from the lights in the hallway. She shook her head and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "It's not safe for you to leave your door unlocked at 3am either."

Amanda shrugged and swayed slightly. "Mama broke in and busted the lock."

Olivia raised her eyebrows. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Amanda said. "She burned a cross on my bar over there," she nodded towards her kitchenette. Olivia strode over on her long legs and looked at the cross-shaped ashes on the ceramic countertop.

Olivia shook her head. "Where is she?"

"Left town. Thank god."

Olivia eyed the bottle of vodka in Amanda's hand. "Drinking much?"

Amanda shrugged again. "It was either this or blackjack."

They stood across from each other for several moments, staring. "Amanda," Olivia finally began, gently. "Your mother—it doesn't matter what she says."

"Yeah," Amanda agreed.

"And also," the brunette continued. "I told Cassidy about us."

That gave Amanda a start. "Damn. Was he mad?"

Liv smirked a bit. "He wasn't thrilled. Let's put it that way."

"So what does that mean?"

Olivia took a step closer to her. "I don't know. But I'm sorry for… well, I'm sorry. You should know that there are times I really do want Cassidy. But what's also true is that I always need you. You're in my squad, so you're family."

Amanda cocked her head at her. "Well, I probably overreacted anyway. Its kind of fun having an affair, and it's not like you and Cassidy are married or anything."

Liv grinned and finally closed the distance between them. "Wanna have some fun right now?"

"Sure," Amanda replied, grinning back. "I gotta take the dogs out so they can drop a deuce first, though. Come with me?"

Olivia nodded and waited for Amanda to put her pants on. She rubbed Frannie's head affectionately as the blonde harnessed them and followed the three of them outside.

The air outside was warm. Olivia looked up at the sky. Of course there were no stars. You could never see them in Manhattan. "Did you ever see the stars in Georgia?" she asked Rollins as the southerner waited patiently for Frannie to do her business. Coffee seemed to be taking longer to relieve himself. He sat on the sidewalk and twisted around to lick his balls.

"Yeah," she drawled. "In the trailer park, you could see so many you could barely see the sky behind them."

"That sounds nice. I've lived in New York my whole life. I've not really seen a night sky filled with that many stars."

Amanda turned to her and smiled. She leaned forward and kissed her lightly—a gentle, teasing brush of her lips that ended in a playful nip. "I'll show you one day."

Olivia reached over and ran her hands through silky blonde hair, and Amanda's eyes pale eyes clouded with pleasure before her face suddenly soured. "God dammit, Coffee! Now?"

Liv looked down and saw that the Chihuahua was furiously humping Amanda's leg. "That dog ain't the only one," a homeless man chortled behind them.

Olivia laughed. "Let's go back inside, Rollins."

"Do I get to be on top, tonight?" Amanda asked brightly. "I can use Eliot Ness," she went on. That was the name they'd given their favorite strap-on. "And I'll show you how the lights went out in Georgia that night."

Olivia chuckled, and opened the door to her apartment. Coffee ran inside, his tail wagging rapidly, and Frannie followed. "Of course. As long as you're a good girl."

After they went inside, it was said that you could see all the stars in Manhattan.