Hey, guys! Here is the next chapter. Thank you so much for the follows/favourites, and for the reviews I received. Ya'll rock. This chapter includes my version of "Undercover Mother", so let me know what you think? – N

Chapter 9 – Football & Prostitution

Annabelle walked into her small office, black leather jacket slipped from her shoulders and revealing her royal blue, sleeveless dress, which was paired with a pair of black wedge heels. Dropping her bag next to her desk, she lightly fell into her chair and typed her password in, allowing the computer screen to load before pulling up the project she had been working on the day before. "How long til you send that to me?"

The intern jumped, eyes shooting towards the man leaning casually against her open doorway. "Jesus, David," her hand rested against her heart to slow down the furious pounding.

"Sorry." He didn't look very apologetic.

She gave him a smile as he made his way over, hands pressed on the desk as he leaned over her, looking at the screen. "I was just about to send it to you." She brought the new advertisement flyer up to full screen and leaned back slightly to give him a better view, "What do you think?"

He was silent for a moment, and she kept her eyes forward, holding her breath as she waited for an answer. David moved away, giving her shoulders a soft squeeze, "Send it to publishing. Start posting it to social media tonight. I want it everywhere before Sunday." He rubbed the tops of her shoulders, "good work," before leaving the room almost as quickly as he entered.

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"Are you sure you don't wanna come? I'll make it worth your while." She zipped her high waisted black skirt and adjusted the black off the shoulder crop top as she stared in the mirror, before wiping the slightly smudged eyeliner underneath her left eye and flipping the light switch off and rejoining Rafael in the bedroom.

"I'm su…re." His eyes filled with lust as quickly as a storm brews, roaming slowly up and down her revealed body, starting at her straightened hair, to her cleavage, to the little slip of skin showing between her top and her skirt, to the legs that were revealed where the flowy short skirt ended mid thigh, before resting at her bare feet. "You really are trying to kill me, aren't you?" Giving him a small smirk, she bent down to grab the pair of chunky high heels in the same shade of blue as the flowers on her skirt. "Who is going to be there again?"

Plopping down next to him on the bed, she shot him a grin, "Tracy said it was just gonna be us girls, but everyone wanted to dress up." Annabelle gave a little shrug, as if to say what could she do. "You can always crash the party," she teased in a sing-song voice.

"You know I don't watch football."

"Do you want me to stay in?" She cleaned her close, unintentionally revealing just enough of her skin to allow him to realize that she wasn't wearing a bra with the tight top, and kissed his neck softly before her lips brushed his earlobe, "we could have our own game." His shoulders tensed and she went for the kill, "I'll even go without panties if you want." His breath hitched before his hands grabbed her so suddenly, pulling her to straddle his body, the slight erection rubbing against her core, before he brought her down for a searing kiss. Breaking away, her voice was hoarse, breathing labored, "Is that a yes, Mr. Barba?"

He groaned as she pressed her body down just slightly, "Go to your party." It sounded as if it pained him to tell her to go, and she was slow to move off of him, halfway hoping he would pull her back to his body to have his wicked way with her. "Te amo, cariño." Standing up to give her a gentle kiss, he reminded her to call him if she needed anything and then walked her to the door, even though all he wanted to do was throw her on the bed and not let her leave for hours.

Walking up to Tracy's front door, Annabelle questioned whether or not her outfit was too much for just hanging out with the girls. She rarely dressed up so much, but she knew if it was the usual group, there would be lots of photos taken and she didn't want to be the one standing around in jeans…like at last year's Superbowl party. She heard the noise, even before she opened the door. Tonight would be great, although it sounded like Tracy had ended up inviting more than just the girls. Once inside her eyes roamed the place before an eyebrow was raised at the tight leather pants and teal leopard shirt at one of the women there, only to have the blue eyes instantly wide in show as the woman turned around, revealing her face. Olivia Benson stared at Annabelle with a look that was between confusion, surprise, and suspicion, before Tracy hustled over to the red head, telling her how hot she looked. When Olivia joined them, Tracy quickly introduced her as Bethany, forcing Annabelle to school her features, assuming that that the woman was undercover for some reason, and that assumption tripled when she noticed Carisi and Fin mingling with the guests.

"What are you doing here?" Olivia's accusation was furiously whispered to the younger woman, "Does Barba know you're here?"

"Uh yeah. Tracy, you know my friend, invited me to a girls night," she made a face when she saw a balding man stick his hand up a brunette's skirt, "Although I'm really thinking I should have declined. What the hell did I walk into, Olivia?"

"A brothel," she sighed, "and now you can't leave or it would be strange, if anyone is watching."

"So what? You want me to pretend to be a hooker? I swear, if anyone touches me, they will pull back nubs."

"Just act normal. If stick around one of us. Carisi is a John." At the look she received, she backtracked, "He's looking for a girl. If you have to, get close to him. Do not leave my sight, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am." Her answer was quick and as soon as it left her mouth, she felt like a child, as it made her seem like a frightened little girl. She instantly grabbed the nearest beer and downed it, her non alcoholic night quickly turning into something where alcohol would be her only friend.

At one point, Carisi sat down next to her, his hand brushing hers that was lying on the couch, with a girl in tight gold pants rubbing up against him in some sort of lap dance. Although that ended quickly when an Irish man walked in with an angry voice, putting Annabelle's body on an even higher alert, and her to shriek when the guy pistol whipped Carisi, making her wish she had stayed sitting down when the detective fell into her, his hand catching the top of her shirt, ripping it, which in turn caused her to shriek and grab at the material to ensure that her breasts stayed covered as she stared at the angered man in fear while he pointed a gun at Fin. Her relief when the door busted open when a shout of NYPD was short lived when two uniformed officers grabbed Timber, who was next to Annabelle, and Annabelle, ignoring the fact that her top was exposing her body in a way that she was obviously uncomfortable in, and pulled them outside and quickly cuffing them, her protests falling on deaf ears, although a female officer did give her a jacket to slip on before the cuffs were added.

Once at the precinct, Olivia gave her an oversized hoodie, which she instantly switched the jacket out for, and allowed her to sit in her office as people began getting processed. "Do I wanna know why you're dressed like that?" Annabelle bit her lip in frustration at the sound of the voice, looking up; only to see that her boyfriend had been talking to Olivia and didn't even see her until the lieutenant had shut the door. "Cariño?" She was saved from answering when Olivia took the reins of telling Rafael what had happened. The redhead winced as he voice changed pitch when he learned of Martha's involvement and the fact that Olivia went behind his back. When Olivia left to question the apparently undercover Declan Murphy, the Cuban turned his attention back to his love, eyes running across her body in quick secession, as if he was checking for possible injuries, "Are you okay?" She nodded, afraid to speak in case she started crying again. "What happened?" Rafael got on one knee in front of his girlfriend, lightly grasping her hands, "Did you get hurt?"

She shook her head negatively, "Tracy runs a freaking brothel. A brothel! I showed up and saw Liv and Fin and Carisi and she said I had to stay because it would be strange and then the Irish dude showed up and hit Carisi and he ripped my shirt and then there were guns and I got arrested and I…I…" He grabbed her into a tight hug, murmuring that everything would be okay and that she was fine. After she was calmed down, he led her to a room full of cots, telling her to get some rest while he dealt with the things happening around them. Unraveling the ear buds in his pocket, he plugged them into her phone, making sure it was charged enough before kissing the top of her head and telling her to give him a text if she needed him for any reason, before going back to watch an interview between Fin, Rollins, and the pimp named Timmer.