A/N: This was partially inspired by the new show "Covert Affairs." However, there are no characters from that show in this story, and it's not really the same plot. It might even be somewhat similar to "Indefatigable."

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Dick Wolf, but I appreciate him letting me play with them for a bit. I promise to return them when I'm done. Maybe… (Everything else is mine, all mine. TStabler©)

"I'm tellin' ya, I didn't know she was your daughter!" Fin yelled. He tried to move and winced in pain. His legs were chained to the table legs and his hands were cuffed. "I asked for a blonde, young," he said. "That's what Katarzyna delivered!"

Olivia laughed. "Five years working with Elliot, seeing the photos on his desk, you honestly expect me to believe you didn't know what his daughter looked like?"

Fin grumbled. "I don't fuckin' pay attention to him or what's on his desk," he said. "I spent most of my time watchin' someone else."

Elliot leaned over and narrowed his eyes. "You'd better not be talking about Olivia," he said.

"Admit it," Fin said as he smirked. "You wonder what she's like in bed. What she could do with that body." He looked back at Olivia. "I know what's been goin' through my mind. What she would sound like, feel like. What I could make her do. How much money she could make in a single night."

Elliot kicked Fin's chair, sliding him away from the table, which caused great pain in his ankles and hands. "Eyes forward," he spat. "You don't get to look at her."

Olivia pressed her lips together, controlling her arousal. Elliot was hot when he was pissed, and the vain throbbing in his neck was begging to be bitten and sucked. She cleared her throat and shook her head. "How long have you been doing this, Fin?" she asked. "Or is it O, now? And how the hell can you do what you do...after working in the unit?"

Fin shuffled his way back to the table to ease the strain on his chains. "I was in the industry before the unit. I separate what I do, it's like two different people. Shit, man, I'm in it for the sex and the money. I don't enjoy hurtin' people."

Elliot threw down photos of their victims, and he got in Fin's face. "You don't? You son of a bitch, you witheld evidence," he said. "You knew who these girls were, and you knew where they came from, and you knew who might have killed them. You said nothing. You love hurting people, don't you? Why the fuck didn't you say anything?"

"Everyone has their secrets," Fin said, looking from Elliot to Olivia. "If I had said anythin' to you, I would have..."

"Been arrested anyway," Olivia finished, gesturing around her with a smirk. "I would have much rather been brought into a police station by a couple of detectives, Fin. You were collared by two CIA agents and brought to an office at an undisclosed location."

Fin looked at her curiously. "About that," he said. "Why am I here? And how the motherfuckin' fuck did I not know you two were in the CIA?"

Olivia chuckled. "Like you said, Fin. Everyone has their secrets. See, we could have taken you down to the precinct, made you walk through a crowd of your colleagues, but Elliot wanted to take you here. The CIA doesn't have any interrogation regulations." She jutted her chin toward Elliot, who was glaring at Fin and rolling up his sleeves.

Elliot took a step forward, cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck, and said, "Now, before I kick your ass for drugging my daughter and almost having her raped, tell me who Katarzyna is."

"Elliot, man, I can't do that," Fin said, squeezing his eyes shut. "She'll kill me."

Elliot smirked. "Oh, she's not gonna kill you ," he said. "I'm gonna kill ya. But you need to tell me who she is, where I can find her. Give her up and make this easier for yourself."

"Look, man, I don't know who she is," Fin said, not liking the look in Elliot's eyes. "I've only talked to her on the phone. She had girls delivered by a guy in a van, we never met."

"Phone number," Elliot said, sliding a Blackberry into Fin's hands. "Dial. Now." Fin dialed the number, but before he could push "send", Elliot ripped the phone out of his hands and handed it to Olivia. "Here ya go, baby," he said, still glaring at Fin.

"Baby?" Fin asked, surprised.

Elliot chuckled. "Yeah, Fin," he said. "She's my baby." He averted his eyes, only for a moment, and said, "Liv, honey, can you make that call outside? Fin and I need a moment alone."

Olivia nodded, smirking. She knew she probably shouldn't leave, but Elliot needed to do what he needed to do, and Fin deserved it. She walked out of the room and turned to Kline. She looked toward the glass and said, "He needs to be physically stopped, Conrad. He'll really kill Fin if you let him."

"Right," the director said as he stood in front of the glass. "I'll watch him," he added.

"Thanks for, ya know, that," Olivia said, gesturing toward the room.

"I'm a father," Kline said. "If anyone did anything like that to my daughter, I'd want the same privilege." He smiled at Olivia as she walked out of the room.

Once in the main office, where her desk and those of several other agents were, she hit the "send" button and held the phone to her ear. It rang twice, and when the woman picked up, Olivia, using a thick Russian accent, said, "Yes, I look for Katarzyna Molokowski." She snapped her fingers at a man at a desk, then pointed to the phone. A signal to trace the call and the cell phone. "Yes, good," Olivia said, still putting on her Russian act. "I need brunette. Should be tall, athletic, strong. Age? Age is not problem. Not young, not old. Beautiful. Make sure she's beautiful. Name?" She paused, looking up, thinking. "Kazakov. Kisa Kazakov. You call me back, this number, when you have girl. Spasibo, horoshaya dama." She hung up the phone and nodded at the man behind the desk. "What did you get?" she asked.

"Forget that," Elliot said, rubbing his knuckles as he walked over to her. "What the fuck did you say to her?" he asked.

Kline snickered, standing beside him, and rolled his eyes. It had been a while since he had a rookie agent on his hands.

"Thank you, nice lady," Olivia said, smirking.

"I didn't know you could speak Russian, Liv," Elliot said, his eyes slightly wide.

Olivia looked back at the computer and said, "I speak seven languages. It's one of the reasons the agency recruited me for field work." She tapped the screen and said, "We got her. Cell phone is registered to Katherine Stabler, your address, El."

Elliot sighed. "I can't tell you how..." He was interrupted when Olivia's cell phone rang. Olivia took it out of her pocket and looked down, and she made a face at the device. "It's Kathy," she said.

"Answer it," Kline told her.

Olivia tapped the screen and said, "Benson. Oh, hi Kathy. Um, yeah, we're working. Hard case. Oh, uh, yeah. I guess I could use a little relaxation, what do you have in mind?" she asked. She held out a hand and the agent at the desk, who had traced the call, slapped her a hard high-five. "Okay, Kathy. Thanks. Bye," she said, tapping the screen to hang up. She chuckled and looked at Elliot. "Guess I'm going to a party."

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "Not without me, you aren't," he informed her.

Olivia opened her mouth to answer him, but the Blackberry in her hand rang. She cleared her throat and answered, "Kisa. Da, Katarzyna! Krasivoye! Spasibo! I deal with you. No, you. Spasibo, darling." She hung up and looked at the director. "How am I gonna be the buyer and the product?"

"You're not," Kline said. "Kisa is going to send someone to pick up her girl." He pointed and snapped at the man behind the desk.

"Kisa?" Elliot questioned.

"It means 'kitten," Olivia said. She gave him a knowing look and said, "You have to wait in the car with Freddie. Once I've been, uh, paid for, you can get out and..."

"Arrest my wife," Elliot said, nodding. "Sounds like a plan." He followed her out, followed by the agent named Freddie, and as they headed for the car, he asked her, "You chose the name 'Kisa' because it means 'kitten,' didn't you?"

Olivia sighed. "Yeah," she said. "I had to think of something fast, and that was the first thing..."

"Because I call you 'kitten," Elliot said. He took her hand, looked into her eyes, and said, "I think it's pretty clear that I'm not just in this for the hell of it. Liv, I followed you into hell, here. I'm about to be a part of a covert operation to arrest my own wife. What do I have to do to convince you..."

"Stop," Olivia said. "Elliot, just stop, okay?" she turned to him and heaved an exhausted and defeated sigh. "We've had a long day, and our night is obviously not over. We need clear heads, I need to think about the case, not how in love with you I am."

Elliot stopped moving. "You...you just said..."

"Fucking hell," Olivia spat. "Fine! You wanna hear it so badly? Fine! You speak and I stop breathing," she said, stepping closer to him and gazing into his eyes. "You look at me and I swear to God I can feel your eyes burning my skin. You touch me and my whole body goes completely numb. I can't think straight when I think about you, because you confuse the living shit out of me, and I can't think at all when you're not around because I'm wondering where you are and what you're doing."

Elliot looked at her blankly. He couldn't speak, because she was still talking.

Olivia let out a self-pitying laugh. "The reason I can't let myself go...I can't...is because my entire life has been one big pile of shit. I've never had anyone I can depend on, trust, or love before. Never. I became a CIA agent because the one thing you have to sacrifice here is a family, and for the longest time I didn't have one and I didn't want one, so it made perfect sense. Then I get this case, and I go undercover, and I meet you." She held out an open palm, gesturing to him.

"Me?" Elliot said, a whisper.

Olivia looked up and scoffed. "You turned my world around the minute I fucking laid eyes on you, Elliot." She looked back at him and said, "I got your files, and I learned everything about you, and I fell in love with you, and now I'm screwed. I am so fucking screwed, because I have no idea how to do this!" She was crying, but didn't realize it. She sniffled and let out another depreciative laugh. "I chose a career that was supposed to ensure I'd be alone for the rest of my life. A job that was supposed to make sure I'd never have to live with anybody. But it brought me to you," she said, wiping under eyes. "And now...I can't live without you."

Elliot finally took a breath and a step. "Liv, I..."

Olivia interrupted. "I've tried, so fucking hard, for the last six years, to stay out of your personal life. To try to get to her without involving you, because I couldn't hurt you. I never moved in on you, though I wanted to, because you had a wife and kids, and we had jobs that forbid it. I didn't want to destroy your life. But I have," she said. "I'm trouble, Elliot. I'm danger and I'm trouble."

"Hey, kitten," Elliot whispered, brushing his thumbs under her eyes. "I like trouble, and I live for danger. You have not destroyed my life. You are the only good thing in my life, Liv. Just say it," he begged. "Once, before we close the case that brought you to me, tell me."

Olivia sighed. She let herself smile, she looked into his eyes, and she said, "I love you."

Elliot let a tear run down his own cheek as he kissed her deeply, holding her close.

"Hey," Freddie called from the car. "I don't wanna interrupt this magic moment, but we gotta go." He tapped his watch and waited.

Olivia and Elliot pulled away from each other, more emotional and heated up than they had been in a while. They looked at each other and they both decided, right then, that this would be the last night spent on this case. Kathy was going down, and they were the ones taking her out.

A/N: Next chap...do they get Kathy? Is a six year case finally coming to a close? Olivia confronts Munch about his theories, too! Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212