A/N: Who was following Olivia? Who's stalking them? And is their case over? Or has it only just begun? TStabler© ends at the line. x8xKrazee. Benson. Fanx8x.© begins there.

DISCLAIMER: Neither of us owns SVU. Dick Wolf owns it, and the characters. This story belongs to TStabler© and x8xKrazee. Benson. Fanx8x©

Elliot was jolted awake, he'd been napping on the couch, when he heard the door slam shut. "Baby?" he asked, the first word he'd thought of. He looked at the door, spotting Olivia pressed up against the wall, livid, looking out of the peephole. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Someone's been following me," Olivia said, her eyes narrow. "Black four-door, Florida plates. Tailed me to work, parked right behind me, waited for me, followed me home, and is now sitting in the car across the street." She turned and whispered, "I called Porter, it's not a protective detail, so stop thinking it is."

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Elliot asked, smirking despite his anger and panic festering in his chest. "And why are you whispering?"

Olivia turned her head, giving him a smile. "Ross, baby, I always know what you're thinking," she said. Then she pulled out her cell phone, and texted him.

"What?" Elliot spat, after reading the text that informed him she'd found a bug in her car, so she thought perhaps the house was bugged, too.

Olivia shot him a look, telling him to shut up, then nodded as she texted him again. "No real names, no talking about the case, we're married, the end!" her text said, the words themselves seeming angry and frustrated. "So," she said out loud, "How was your day, baby?" she asked, taking off her jacket and hanging it on the rack, sliding her hand down the wall looking for a bug as she did it.

Elliot grinned. He couldn't help it. He loved hearing her call him that, almost as much as he loved calling her it. "Same shit, different day," he said, smirking, getting off of the couch and walking over to her. He pulled her into his arms and said, "Meeting with a client, lunch meeting with the partners, came home early, and now I've got you in my arms, so the night is looking pretty damn good."

Olivia chuckled. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I supposed you want me to cook?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Elliot nodded. "The Joneses are coming over tonight, remember?" he informed, pulling her closer. "They'll be here at eight. It's six now. Two hours to kill, whatever shall we do?"

"I could think of a couple things," Olivia said, surprised at her boldness. She wasn't sure if the need to commit to their characters was making her do it, or the need to commit to him, but something inside of her told her that this was going to be easy. She'd been over-thinking, over-analyzing. She looked into his eyes, felt his hands running down her arms, slowly, as if he were trying to read a Braille novel that had been etched into her body. That's when she knew. This was Elliot. This was her Elliot. She'd never been afraid to take what she wanted before, and he was so willingly giving himself to her. She sucked in a breath as she ran her hands up and over his chest, down his back, doing the same thing he was doing to her. Just feeling.

Elliot, surprised that she was responding to him so willingly, not taking his eyes off of hers, not for a single second, forgot to breathe. He ran his hands down her back, cupped her ass, and pulled her close to him. "Kiss me," he said to her. "I have been dying to kiss you, really kiss you, all fucking day," he told her.

Olivia's eyes sparkled with the realization that he's not only been thinking about her, but about kissing her, about being with her, all day. She tilted her head up, slightly, and leaned forward. Their lips brushed together only slightly, but it was enough of an impetus for them. She looped one hand around his neck, bringing his mouth that final millimeter closer to hers, pressing them together, making them one.

The kiss deepened in seconds, but it wasn't clear how. It was instinct, natural, happening organically. Olivia's knees went week and she fell onto the couch, pulling Elliot down with her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and scooped her up, moving her over him, making her straddle him as they explored each crevice and divet of each other's mouth. Olivia pulled away for a moment to breathe, her forehead resting against his, her nose nuzzling his, a smile on her face as she recaptured his lips. She rubbed against him, providing the friction she so desperately craved.

Elliot moaned into her mouth and bucked his hips up into her, getting her to make a similarly delicious noise. He pulled back first this time, eager to look into her eyes. "Li-" she stopped his voice with a paralyzing kiss, bucking into him again, hearing him groan.

Olivia kissed her way over to his ear, nibbled on the lobe slightly, sucked for a second, then let it go. She whispered, "I know it sucks, baby, but you can't say my name. You either have to, oh, God," she moaned when he rubbed himself into her and attached his lips to her collarbone, "Just call me 'baby', or 'Rachel," she said, returning his thrust as her head moved, their eyes meeting.

"I am not calling you 'Rachel' right now. I'm not in love with 'Rachel', shit, baby," Elliot whispered, feeling intense pressure building, the need to go further was strong, but he was not willing to rush things with her, "I'm not saying anything but your name. Your name, baby, that's..." he drifted off as his eyes squeezed shut. "We should really stop," he whispered to her. "Slow down, breathe," he said, trying to control himself.

Olivia stilled on top of him, but she didn't stop peppering his neck and chest with kisses. Right through the cotton of his tee shirt, she could feel his heart pounding. "I love you," she said, rolling her head up to look him in the eyes. "I love you," she repeated.

"Oh, honey," Elliot gasped. He knew how hard it was for her to say the words, how difficult it was for her to admit that she was feeling that way, and she'd just done it twoce. He brushed her hair back, his breathing still labored, his blood still pumping too quickly through his system, and he said, "I love you, too, You know I love you. I've always loved you."

Olivia nodded, smiling. "I know, baby," she said. She let her forehead drop to his, peering into his eyes, and she whispered, "I'm scared."

"Me, too, baby," Elliot whispered, "But we're gonna be fine. We're gonna be better than fine. You and I, baby, we protect each other. You never have to be afraid when you're with me. I'm never gonna hurt you, or let anyone else hurt you. You know that."

Olivia nodded, her nose rubbing lovingly against his. "I do know that," she said, "That's what scares me. I've never given myself to anyone the way I gave myself to you. All of me. Heart, mind, body, soul, baby, it's all yours."

Elliot smiled, his breathing finally calm, his heartbeat slowing. "Baby," he whispered, "You've got me, too. All of me. No one else..."

"But Kath-" Elliot pressed a finger over her lips.

"No one, baby," Elliot stressed, looking deeply into her eyes. "You have had it all, from the moment we met. We were both powerless to stop it, so the best thing we can do, right now, and for the rest of our lives, is give into it. Be happy. Be really fucking happy."

Olivia smiled at him, kissed him sweetly, and said, "I am happy."

"Me, too, baby," Elliot said. Then he patted her butt and jerked his head. "We have to make dinner, and some really good brownies, and we have to..." he was interrupted by the ringing phone.

Olivia reached over and answered it. "Parker residence," she said brightly. Then her face fell. She leaped off of Elliot and ran to the window, looking out. "Where are you?" she asked, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and rage. "Okay, okay! Hold on," she said, turning the phone over in her hands. She pushed the speaker-phone button and looked up at Elliot. "Go ahead," she said, and the voice on the other end of the phone broke through the air.

"The Joneses won't be able to join you this evening," the male voice said, sounding evil. "They're a bit...tied up. And you two can't leave the house. If you try, I will shoot you. The phone won't make any outgoing calls, and if you check, your guns aren't loaded. I've got you, Detectives. Tell me, how does it feel being on the other end of a set-up?"

Elliot spat, "What the fuck are you..."

"Language, Detective Stabler! You've been here, looking for a man who had already chosen his next victim," the voice told them. "The target was Detective Benson, but when you showed up with her, my plans had to change. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. Both of you. And stop reaching for your cell phone, Detective Benson, I can see you, and I have a clear shot. I don't want to hurt you."

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut and moved her hand away from her phone. Her eyes met Elliot's and a silent message passed through them. It would take a while, a very long while, but they'd get out of this. They had no choice. "Who are you? What do you want?" Olivia asked, her eyes never leaving Elliot's.

The voice on the phone chuckled. "Now, I'm not going to tell you that! What kind of storyteller would I be if I gave away the ending? No, Detective Benson, we have to go through the entire process. Exposition, which of course we've just done. Introduce the characters, that's you two, and the problem, that you're now being held hostage during your own undercover op. We're gonna have a ton of fun with the rising action, you two will do whatever I say, when I say it. The climax, which I personally can't wait for, is going to be killer. Falling action, the drama dies and you find out the answers to some pretty interesting questions."

"What about the resolution, when the problem's solved and the mysteries are revealed?" Olivia asked, stepping closer to Elliot.

The voice chuckled again. "Detective Benson," it said, "You know I like a good cliffhanger."

Elliot pulled Olivia close to him, staring at the phone in her hand. "So, get on with it. The sooner we play your little game, the sooner we get out of this, right? So let's just fucking do it!" He hoped his anger, and the fact that he was shielding her body from the window, would be enough to distract the voice on the phone as Olivia reached into her pocket and felt around for the numbers on her phone, finding the five and hitting it, calling the fifth number on her speed dial. If he picked up, they'd be okay. If not, he would have a very long, very tense, and possibly very tragic message on his machine.


They heard a beep, like the person on the other end of the line had another call, then they heard a curse. "Damn it," the man groaned. He ignored the call and focused on his two new toys. "Stabler, I've got plans for you."

"I figured," Elliot said, but what the mad man had planned for Olivia was what worried him more.

Olivia, her hand still in her pocket, felt around for the raised button and ended the call, a sinking feeling in her stomach telling her to be afraid. She felt around for the number two, hoping to get through to someone who could help.

The man laughed. "Olivia, hands where I can see them! And you were right," he said. "I've been following you since you left Manhattan, but it seems your detective skills were obviously off. Until today.

"Oh screw you...we were supposed to be here undercover, so I was looking at people, not vehicles!" she yelled at him in anger and frustration.

"And that was how I got to you. This is your own silly fault," he snickered. "I'm tired, Olivia. Tired of my usual plot, this time, I'm not going to be physically assaulting you. I'll just be watching your partner do it."

"Fuck you!" Elliot growled. "You better be fucking bluffing about the chance of being shot if we leave...about the whole damn thing," he told the voice in an angry, firm manner. He discreetly rubbed Olivia's back, to let her know that his love for her was not an act.

Olivia couldn't help but smile knowing that, despite the situation that they were now in, Elliot was only concerned about her.

A laugh, which sent a cold shiver down Olivia's spine, crackled through the phone line. "You're most welcome to check if you want, Elliot," the man replied, the grin evident in his voice. It sounded like he was either on drugs or he had just totally lost it. They heard a gun coking its trigger. "Go ahead," he said. "Open the door."

Elliot gulped. "No, actually on second thought I don't wanna risk it," he replied, slipping his hand up the back of Olivia's blouse. He rested his hand on her bare, warm back.

"Yeah, I thought so," their captor replied through another evil laugh.

"What the Hell do you have against us though? What the Hell did we do so bad to you?" Elliot asked next, getting sick and tired of this game already. He wanted answers.

The man chuckled. "Uh-uh, you don't get to pull the interrogation crap with me," he said, snidely. "I'm the master of this game."

"So, you admit this is all a game then," Olivia yelled before taking a deep breath to try calm herself as she felt Elliot's hand rub gentle, soothing circles on the small of her back.

"Shut up!" the man screamed back at Olivia. "You two will play by my rules, damn it. Get it? Coppice?"

"Why should we?" Olivia asked with fury.

A bullet ripped through the window, shattering the glass, breezing passed their faces, hitting the framed wedding photo on the wall. "That's why," the man's voice chuckled.

Olivia barked, "You son of a..."

"Liv, baby, don t give him the satisfaction," Elliot whispered, continuing to rub her back.

Olivia closed her eyes briefly, taking deep breaths to calm herself. This was the wrong time to be angering this man further.

"Oh, will you two stop with the lovey dovey shit?" the voice sneered. "I can see every move you two make, ya know? Every single move."

Olivia groaned. She had been right. The whole house had been bugged. She suddenly felt so dirty, and an expression betraying that thought crossed her face.

"Yeah that's right, Olivia," the man spat. "There are also cameras in the bathroom. I watched you shower, among other things," he cackled evilly.

A tear fell from Olivia's eye beyond her control. She felt so violated. So cheap and disgusting. Someone had watched her in her most private moments. She wouldn't have cared if it was Elliot in the room with her because she loved him and hoped to marry him one day...but someone watching her via cameras crept her out.

"Stop crying, do as I say and you'll both live," the man commanded.

"What will happen if we don't?" Elliot asked, testing him.

They heard the gun cock back again, loading another bullet. "Olivia dies. And you'll have the pleasure of having front row seats to watch the life drain from her eyes," was the lunatic's creepy response.

Elliot sighed and gently squeezed Olivia's bottom, his way of telling her that he wouldn't be letting that happen to her.

In response, Olivia slightly nodded, to let him know she understood.

"What is it then?" Elliot asked, submissively, his eyes closing in defeat.

The man laughed. "Isn't it obvious? I want you and Olivia to have sex...no," he paused. "I want you to fuck. I want to watch," he laughed. The sound of a jean zipper being unzipped could faintly be heard too.

Olivia's eyes bulged, she knew what was going on. This prick was going to jerk off while he watched her and Elliot have sex.

"What? No!" Elliot replied, he didn't want to put a show on for him. He wanted every single time with Olivia to be loving and romantic. And private.

"You know what will happen if you don't, and you don't want that to happen, do you, Elliot?" the voice almost whispered, as if talking only to Elliot.

Sighing, Elliot shook his head. "No, of course not. Asshole."

"Well do as I say!" he ordered. "What are you waiting for?"

Elliot swallowed, hard, and looked at Olivia. "I'm so sorry, baby," he mouthed to her with tears in his eyes as he began to pull off her pants and underwear in one smooth, flowing movement.

"I know you are," Olivia whispered. She waited until his eyes met hers again. "I love you, El," she mouthed to him as she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers.

"Liv," Elliot sighed, wishing this wasn't turning him on, "I love you too, Liv." He slid his hands up her body, moving on to her blouse next. "I'll love you forever," he whispered, reaching around her to unclasp her bra. "Even though it, uh, may not be that long. I'm so sorry."

Olivia swallowed back a sob as she lifted his t-shirt up over his head and off, leaving them both naked in the middle of the living room, in front of a psychotic voyeur, wherever he was.

"Too slow!" the voice cackled. "Now just do it," he demanded. "On the couch. Olivia ride him!"

Elliot sighed as he sat down on the couch and Olivia climbed on top of his. "I'll be gentle, I promise, beautiful," he whispered, brushing back her silky brown hair.

"I know, El," she whispered back as she sunk down on to his erect member.

He got hard just watching. Olivia released a deep breath through parted lips as she took the whole length of his member into her. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"God, are you okay?" Elliot asked, running his hands down her bare back.

Olivia nodded. "You feel so good inside of me...perfect fit. Please, let's do this and ignore him. Just us."

Elliot smiled at her. "Deal, beautiful."

Olivia sighed and began to ride him, Elliot meeting her with each thrust, so she wasn't doing all the work.

It seemed to last forever. They both had almost reached their climaxes, ignoring the man's groans and pants over the line, when suddenly they heard two doors being kicked opened at the same time before they heard the man yelling and Munch's voice yelling through the phone.

"Liv! El!" Fin's voice coming in from the kitchen snapped them out of their shock. "Guys, I heard...oh, shit," he gasped, seeing the state his friends were in. "It's over, you can get dressed."

Olivia looked into Elliot's eyes and smiled. Elliot looked into hers and smiled back.

"Yo, Fin, man, can you give us a couple minutes?" he asked, not breaking the eye contact he was sharing with Olivia.

Fin laughed. "Sure, Elliot. Your secret is safe with me, Mister and Misses Parker. I'll tell the cap that you re just comforting Liv," he said with a smirk and walked out.

Elliot pulled Olivia toward him, kissing her as he bucked his hips into her.

"So close," Olivia panted, beginning the dance again, her arms on either side of Elliot's head, her hands using the back of the couch for balance.

"Me too, baby," Elliot panted back, running his hands up and down her sweaty back, meeting her with each trusting, loving, thrust.

Suddenly, Olivia rested her head on his shoulder and Elliot could feel her inner walls clench him tightly before she exploded, milking his orgasm with it. "Oh, God," she whispered, breathless. "That was so good." She waited a moment, calming down. "I wish we could stay like this, El, but we'd better get dressed," she said, climbing off of him.

"Yeah," Elliot replied, disappointed as she got off of him, getting up as well, so they could quickly get dressed and see what was happening outside.

Once out of the house, they were stunned to look across the street, seeing the man Munch had brought out in cuffs. Olivia ran over, ignoring Elliot's cries to wait and stop. "Dean?" Olivia screeched. "What the Hell, Dean?"

"You were the one that set us up, you bastard!" Elliot yelled in anger, storming up next to Olivia. He could not believe it was Dean Porter who had been behind it all. Dean was supposed to be on their side.

Elliot, forgetting his anger for a moment, turned to Olivia, a question in his eyes. "Liv," he began. "Dean couldn't have followed you to work today," he said. "He was with me at the law firm."

Dean looked at the two detectives, smirking. "Guess you're still looking for someone, then, huh? Guess you're still in trouble. It'll be easy to pretend you're married now. You've got the sex life."

Munch tossed him into a waiting squad car, then looked up at Olivia and Elliot. "You two okay?" he asked.

They nodded, both excited and concerned about what they'd just done.

"That was smart, calling Fin," Munch said. "But it also made things worse. While Porter played with you guys, and kept us occupied, your rapist struck again. Cheryl Wickham was found raped and murdered two blocks from here."

"Cheryl," Olivia muttered.

"Where did we hear that name?" Elliot asked.

The couple looked at each other with wide eyes and, together, they said, "The Joneses babysitter!"

A/N: So someone's still at large? Why was Porter playing with them? What happens now? Does the real perp know who they are? Want answers? Let us know.