So this is my take on Tucker arresting Olivia...some parts of out of order from the ep and I used some line from the scene in the interrogation and the confrontation in Olivia's apartment. I'm literally posting this as I run out the door so I hope to correct any mistakes later...ENJOY!


Buzz…buzz…buzz

Olivia blindly reached for her phone as it alerted her of a text message.

"This day blows…want to meet up."

Olivia squinted to see the screen, her head felt like a lead weight and in the darkness of her apartment the bright screen caused a headache.

"My day is worse…have the flu."

She managed to send the text off before dropping her phone to the floor and going back into her cocoon she made on the couch. She couldn't remember a time she had felt this bad. Thankfully she was not throwing up, but she had a fever, her whole body ached and just the thought of walking back to her bedroom seemed like a monumental feat. All she wanted was to lay on her couch with the covers pulled over her head and not emerge until she felt better.

They tried to warn her, she had a cold that was progressively getting worse but she pushed herself. Her partner and Captain both wanted her to take some time off but they were so close to grabbing the scumbag that raped and killed a 10-year-old girl. It was bad enough when with adult victims but children caused everyone to push just a little bit more…and that is what she did.

Now three days after her initial symptoms her body had given out and she had no choice but to surrender to the illness. She was just thankful they caught the guy and there were no other pressing cases that would keep her mind engaged in work.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Olivia groaned hearing someone at her door. She was tempted and had fully planned to just ignore the intrusion to her recovery but the knocking persisted. It was probably Elliot and she knew if she didn't get the door he would break it down to make sure she was ok.

"Ugh El seriously I'm fine," she grumbled to herself as she wrapped the blank around her for the short trip to the door.

"Wow you look awful," Tucker said seeing her for the first time.

"You really know how to sweet talk the ladies huh," she shot back playfully but had no energy to stand there let alone banter.

With the blanket wrapped tighter around her she inched her way back to the couch plopping down. Tucker took that as his invitation to come in and closed the door behind him.

"You might need a hazmat suit to come in here," she warned.

"I will take my chances," he said looking at the coffee tabled filled with tissues, cough drops and cold medicine.

Olivia was propped up on the corner of her couch with her feet touch under her. Tucker cleared some junk off the table and put down a brown bag before taking the space next to her. She really did look awful and he was genuinely concerned for her.

"How long have you been like this," he asked?

"Started a couple days ago but we were in the middle of case and I pushed…last night was the worst but my fever is down from 102.1 to 101.3 I'm ready for the marathon."

"Have you eaten anything," he asked ignoring her attempts to try and laugh this off.

She just scrunched up her face in disgust, she had absolutely no appetite.

"Liv you have to eat something or your body is not going to have any fuel to get better."

"Ok mom," she grumbled.

"I'm serious."

He leaned forward and started unpacking the contents of his bag. Inside were various colors of Gatorade bottles and takeout soup containers.

"We have lemon-lime, grape, orange and fruit punch," he displayed. "And for your dinning pleasure chicken noodle soup, tomato soup and veggie soup. If you want to get rid of me at all tonight some of this will need to be consumed."

Olivia sighed and mumbled she would take the tomato soup. She huffed when he also popped open the lemon-lime Gatorade.

"You need to hydrate," he said resting his hand on her forehead, she was burning up. "You have a fever probably back to 102 if not higher."

"Oh so you're Dr. Tucker now?"

"Even with the flu still a pain in the ass spitfire," he smirked. "The more you fight me the longer it will take you to recover and you know it….you hate it but you know it."

"Asshole," she said taking a bite of soup.

He couldn't help but chuckle before reaching into the bag and pulling out one final container holding his dinner. He totally ignored her as he revealed the cheesy piece of pizza, smiling before taking a big bite.

"That from Joe's," she asked trying not to look interested?

"Is there any other really?"

Tucker took another bite and moaned in delight of the cheesy goodness that was Joe's pizza. He knew she wanted some and he honestly didn't care what she ate as long as she was eating.

"Want a bite," he offered moving the pizza towards her?

Instead of answering she just took a small bite and savored every chew she took. Even at her worst, Joe's pizza could make everything better.

"I'm convinced world peace could be made with this pizza," Ed said taking another bite.

Tucker alternated offering her bites and taking some himself. In addition to half his pizza she ate a couple bites of her soup. She managed to drink a quarter of her Gatorade which made him feel better but it seemed to drain her of any energy she previously had.

"Close your eyes for a little bit," he said helping her shift to lay down her legs draped across his lap.

"You stay," she asked already half asleep.

"Don't worry I will be here when you wake up," he said gentling rubbing her leg but she was already out cold.

Tucker looked around and was thankful the tv remote was within reach. He flipped the TV on, set the volume to low and found a sports station. He grabbed a pillow and put it behind his head settling back into the couch.

He must have dozed off because when he looked around it was now dark outside and the room was glowing only by the light of the TV. He rubbed his hands over his face before flipping on a side table lamp. Squinting he checked his watch and saw it was just after 9pm. He looked over and Olivia was still out. He didn't want to disturb her but he had to go to the bathroom. When he returned he clearly failed at his task as she was trying to wake herself up.

"Hey sleepy head," he said softly kneeling down by her head.

"Hmm tired."

"I know…how about I help you back to bed so you can get some proper rest."

"Still trying to get in my bed huh," she cracked a smile.

"I will never stop trying," he smiled. "Come on let's get you to bed," he said helping her up.

She made a pit stop in the bathroom and during that time Tucker relocated some Gatorade, cough drops, medicine and tissues to her bedside table. Once Olivia was in bed Tucker pulled the covers around her and she quickly snuggled in.

"Here take this before you fall asleep," he said handing her a fever reducer. "It will help keep the fever away overnight."

She groaned but eventually sat up slightly and down the pills with some Gatorade.

"Thank you," he added knowing she really didn't want to. "You have everything you need right here drinks, medicine, tissues…if you need anything else call me ok."

She nodded.

"Liv…call me please."

"I will," she acknowledged kind of enjoying having someone look in on her.

"Thank you…get some rest," he said watching her for a few minutes as she fell asleep.


Two days later Olivia found herself back in the office still under the weather but dealing with another attack…this one of a personal nature.

"Why the hell didn't you call me," Oliva stormed into the squad room yelling at everyone in her squad.

"And tell you what we have a vic with your card in his pocket," Elliot shot back trying to stand his ground on this.

"YES!"

"You know how insane that is right…you were…you are sick."

"Fine, you have a vic with my card ok it happens…you have a vic with my card, a partial plate match and NOW MY DNA…YOU CALL ME I DON'T CARE IF IM ON MY DEATH BED."

"You were sick and we didn't have what we have now."

Before Olivia could respond the Captain stepped into the squad room.

"YOU TWO MY OFFICE NOW."

Olivia and Elliot were caught in a mini stare down until he blinked and grumbled his way into the office first followed by Olivia and the Captain.

"You two need to knock this off. Elliot, you need to focus on this case and Olivia you shouldn't even be here you're sick."

"Someone is framing me there is no way I am sitting this out."

"That is not going to be your call," he Captain informed. "I have to call IAB."

Olivia was shocked.

"Captain…I did not do this," she said fear taking over.

"No one thinks you did…we still have to follow procedure…now more than ever. In any other situation, with any other person you would be arrested and sitting in jail right now."

"What do I do?"

"Go home…let us handle this we have your back."

Olivia and Elliot returned to the squad room. She grabbed her bag and cell phone heading out of the squad room.

"Where are you going," Elliot called out?

"To clear my name."

Olivia spent the afternoon trying to find any connection with the Dark Knight's but was coming up short. She knew the 6 degrees of separation could be in play and could easily overlook something simple; gangs needed little or no reason to set up a cop.

Running out of energy she headed back to the office, grabbed a handful of case files and headed up to the break room to shift through them. At some point, she drifted off only to be woken up by Tucker standing in front of her.

"Tucker what are you doing here," she asked not really surprised but hoping it wasn't what she thought?

"It's Lieutenant Tucker…and I think you know why I am here."

Her stomach dropped, so it was all business today…it was time to fight.

"I didn't do this."

"We need to head downstairs to the interrogation room."

"You can't be serious."

"Let's go…you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law," he said holding her by the arm and escorting her through her squad room.

"I know my rights," she spits out.

Olivia couldn't believe this was happening. How the hell was she getting read her rights and let like a perp to be interrogated?

"You have the right to an attorney," Tucker continued.

"Ever hear of professional curtesy Tucker…you could have called," the Captain said following to two back to interrogation.

Tucker didn't care he had a squad room barking at him, he had one job to do. Olivia could barely think but just wanted all the noise to stop. She appreciated Munch and Fin having her back but she knew she didn't do this and just wanted to clear her name.

"Obviously your detective is suspended," Tucker said pulling her shield from her belt and handing it over to her Captain.

"You're booking her," Munch asked in disbelief?

"You know the procedures," Tucker shot back.

Olivia went into full on panic mode. She could not go back to jail, not after what happened list time she was undercover.

"Just wait….just talk to me," she begged.

"So you're waving your rights?"

"Liv don't do it," Munch begged of her.

"Is there an interview room open," Olivia asked.

"NO," he Captain was firm.

"I need to do this," she reaffirmed knowing she could not go back to jail.

The Captain brought them back to an interview room and cleared out everyone from the viewing area. He counseled her again not to do this without a lawyer but she declined. For the first time in her life she was sitting on the other side of the table watching as the Lieutenant paged through a case file.

"Your card that is simple enough to explain. A partial plate matching a car you own with front end damage could be a coincidence. However, your DNA on the murder weapon I just don't see any way around that," Tucker said tossing the case file on the desk.

Olivia knew he was right…if it were her on the other side of the table and had DNA evidence she wouldn't even give the guy a chance to claim his innocence but instead see if there was a bigger fish to try and get his sentence reduced.

"How did you know Clyde Vandyne?"

"I don't," she answered easily. "I have been trying to go through any case file dealing with the Dark Knights seeing if there is any connection, but so far nothing."

"So, going through your case files to see if any connections can be traced back to you," Tucker said taking her words a different way.

"No, I don't know him," she said again trying to remain calm.

"I saw his sheet…he's a rough character. Not the type of guy you would want to run into in a dark alley."

"You mean where his motorcycle was found…if you want to know something Tucker ask. You are not dealing with a perp off the street you can cut the BS."

"Fine, tell me about the motorcycle."

"There isn't anything to tell, the first time I saw it was in the crime scene photos."

Before another word could be uttered there was a loud banging on the glass.

"Excuse me," Tucker said getting up from the table.

Meanwhile on the other side of the glass.

"Captain you have to get her out of there…this is the guy we are looking for I just need to talk to Liv," Elliot said desperate to get Liv to stop talking.

"What is the problem," Tucker asked exiting the interview room?

"I need to talk to my partner," Elliot said puffing out his chest a little trying to give pause to the rat squad commander.

"Not going to happen…you aren't even allowed back here only her immediate supervisor is allowed to observe…and I do mean just observe."

"Captain shut her down she isn't thinking straight she is sick."

"You never interviewed a sick perp."

"SHE IS NOT A PERP."

"I knew it was only a matter of time before you brought her down," Tucker said starring him down. "Is that why she is in there and you're so desperate to see her…she covering for you? You get her to do your dirty work? I'll let you know when it is your turn."

Elliot had to use every ounce of restraint in him not to punch this prick right in the face. He was seeing red but knew it wouldn't help Liv if he was in jail too. Elliot walked past him violently hitting Tuckers shoulder as he past…that would have to do for now.

"So where were we," he asked walking back into the room?

"I think you were going to ask me for a drink…I hear the bourbon is pretty good," she answered.

"Where were you last Sunday," he asked getting back to business?

Was he really serious with that question?

"I was at home…sick."

"Anyone with you?"

"For most of the day no."

"So someone stopped by?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

Olivia remained silent. She looked towards the glass wondering who, if anyone was on the other side. Where this conversation was heading nothing good was going to come.

"Who was at your apartment on Sunday," he asked again?

"You, you asshole," she burst out. "You knocked on my door at 4pm and brought over Gatorade and soup. We fell asleep on the couch for most of the night before you took me back to my bedroom around 10pm. You stayed there until I passed out…or did you? Maybe you stayed. Maybe I woke up an hour later and said let's go kill someone and practically on my deathbed we headed out the door. That's it…you are an accomplice. YOU HEAR THAT," Olivia yelled towards the glass. "Tucker was with me Sunday night…if I am guilty so is he…HE WAS THERE."

Tucker needed to regain control and quickly. He thought he went over to her place on Saturday, not Sunday. He didn't think he would be part of her accountability of the day, this was not good.

"Why did you see a physiatrist last year?"

He knew it was a low blow but he had to keep her unbalanced.

"Excuse me," she asked almost not believing her ears.

"Word is it was for PTSD."

"You're unbelievable," she said under her breath. "I saw someone about an issue I was having…someone outside the department so how did you hear about it?"

"I was just outside with your partner…he told me."

"Wow, I hope you never need to lie to save your life because you suck as it…who told you," she demanded.

"I don't blame you for seeing someone. You deal with an awful lot of rapists and vile crimes in this job. Most people cycle through SVU in under five years and yet you have been here for going on 12 years."

"Your point?"

"12 years of photos, videos, interrogations…it would give even the best PTSD."

"It had nothing to do with this case."

"I already told you I saw his sheet…he gets you in the alley and it is his life or yours…self-defense."

He really did think she was guilty…he also thought she was stupid.

"I wasn't in that alley…I didn't kill him. Anyone that comes face to face with that man and feared for their life could easily get away with self-defense…until they chopped off his penis. You get the person that did this to confess to killing him in self-defense and you have them on murder….I am just not your person."

She was good.

"What's my motive Tucker," she asked now getting agitated? "I'm a decorated detective with multiple commendations and awards in my jacket. You think…what? I just woke up one morning and said nah fuck it let me blow my entire life's work by killing someone I have never met before."

"I hear rape is one of the least reported, least tried and hardest to convict crimes…maybe you had enough and wanted to start getting some real justice."

"Killing people does not bring anyone justice. I am the one who had my DNA tested….WHY WOULD I DO THAT IF I WAS GUILTY."

"The same reason serial killers get caught…they want someone to stop them."

"Ohh so I am serial killer now."

"Are you?"

Oh my god, she wanted to bash her head against a wall. Better yet she wanted to bash Tuckers head against the wall.

"Read my lips…I did not kill Clyde Vandyne. I have no marks on me where did the blood come from," she said rolling up her sleeves and tugging her shirt collar down. "You were there…you were with me until 10 and then you saw me pass out. I didn't kill this man."

Tucker eyed her up, his eyes lingering on her chest an extra beat. He had to admit he couldn't believe when the DNA results popped and showed Olivia Benson was the killer. Yes, they had DNA but he didn't want to believe he got her so wrong. She was too good to crack in interrogation there was nothing more he could do here.

"All marks and injuries will be documented during intake."

"You asshole," she spit back as she tried to keep the bile from leaving her stomach.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of events. Langan was her lawyer paid by an unknown person, Elliot put up his house as collateral to bail her out of jail and now they were trying to track down someone that fabricated DNA.

"Liv it is Brady Harrison," Elliot relayed through the phone.

"Brady Harrison…the date rape guy," she asked trying to make sure her recall was accurate.

"Yeah, you put him away and his time overlapped with Vandyne. They apparently had an altercation we are trying to get the records and track down Harrison."

"And giving me a babysitter too I see," Olivia said looking out her apartment window.

"We aren't taking any chances here Liv. We have no idea where this guy is, your still sick it is just extra precaution."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"Fine then he is out there to make sure you don't jump bail and Kathy, the kid and I aren't forced to live in a cardboard box."

"All right I will buy that," she joked.

"Whatever helps you sleep…hey I gotta run Melinda is here."

"Keep me posted."

Melinda did confirm the DNA was fabricated and she could prove it. Now they just needed to find out where it came from and where Harrison was. He went through a hell of a lot of trouble trying to set Liv up and they knew he wasn't going to stop.

"Come on Liv pick up…pick up, pick up," Elliot said racing through the streets of Manhattan. "Damnit," he yelled tossing his phone on the seat next to him.

He knew she was in danger. He knew Harrison was probably with her right now and there was nothing he could do about it.

"God Liv just hold on I am almost there."

Meanwhile Harrison had already busted through the door and they were in a standoff.

"Go ahead ask your questions now."

"Why did you set me up?"

"Why did you have Clyde terrorize me in prison."

"I didn't even know Clyde…you think I set up some brawl?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT," he screamed.

No, she didn't, but then it hit her…she knew.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "He raped you."

"He told everyone I was a sweet piece of ass there for anyone to have."

"Why didn't you report it?"

"Like the guards didn't know…like you didn't know."

"I didn't."

"You hated I had no remorse so you set me up for you own personal payback."

"Who told you that?"

"YOU DID! Don't you remember? A pretty boy like you is going to be real popular in prison. Maybe when your raped you will understand what you put those women through."

Olivia couldn't believe it but she knew she had said it.

"I never should have said that, not even to scare you. I swear to god I did not arrange for you to be raped…I am so sorry."

"Well, I am not sorry I set you up for murder…the DNA still trumps everything. When I am gone there will be no one to take the blame for you," he said pulling a gun out.

"NOOOO."

She swung the lap she was holding and knocked the gun out of his hands. She knew he was right, if he died so did her chances of being set free. By the time Elliot arrived Harrison was already incapacitated and for the first time in a week she could finally breath.

"Ready to go clear your name," he asked cuffing Harrison?

"You just want your house back," she smirked.

"It would be nice."

"I am paying you back for Langan too."

"What about Langan?"

"The retainer."

"Liv I love you but I would have to sell my first born to afford that guy."

"Who the hell paid him then?"

"Maybe the Captain?"

Olivia had never been so happy to be back in court.

"Your honor in light of this new evidence I am asking all charges be dropped and my clients record to be wiped clean."

"Any objections," the judge asked the prosecutor?

"No, your honor."

The gavel smacked against the oak and just like that she was free and clear.

"I told you I didn't do it," She said turning to her lawyer with a knowing smile.

"You know I don't always defend guilty people…I do turn away some clients."

"Ohh are you growing a conscious."

"I do pro bono work too."

"But not this case…who paid your retainer?"

"Well, I guess since everything is settled it won't matter now…Ed Tucker paid it."

"Excuse me."

"Yeah, I thought it was a little weird but hey a check is a check. I hope we never have to work together again…even going against you in court is a pain in the ass."

"Same Langan…same."

Olivia left the court house and just wanted to get home. She knew she had some things to clean up and she hoped the super was done with her door by the time she arrived. As she was heading back she couldn't help but think about what Langan said…Ed Tucker paid for her lawyer. What the hell was wrong with this guy? First, he reads her, her rights and then spends all afternoon interrogating her…bringing up things he had no business even knowing about.

The more she thought about it the angrier she became. She just went through hell because one asshole she her up for murder and another asshole didn't know what professional curtesy was. Instead of heading home so turned and jump on the nearest subway heading a coupe blocks north. Entering the familiar building she headed for the stairs having no patience to wait for the elevator.

BNAG BANG BANG

"Olivia," Tucker said a little surprised to see her at his door.

Without warning she reached back and punched him in the face.

"Thanks for the lawyer asshole."

And with that she was gone.