A/N: A dodged bullet may not have hit its intended target but it does ricochet and strike an unintended mark.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned the characters I wouldn't need to write a disclaimer. And also, the show would need to be on HBO after 11PM…

"Hold on," Elliot spoke, slumped in a leather chair. One hand rested limply on his knee and the other squeezed the bridge of his nose, attempting to stave off a headache. He sighed heavily, the few minutes of conversation with FBI Agent Porter replaying through his head. "What did you just ask us?"

Porter looked at him with the same disdain as usual, but with a begrudging admiration as well. "I asked," he huffed, swiveling in his rolling chair behind his desk, "If you had access to any intel that might have an impact on an internal investigation involving your Captain."

Olivia's eyes narrowed, her lips curling. As she brushed her hair behind her ears, she looked around the room, one of the many like it in the FBI's New York Field Office, and she momentarily wished she'd have forked over the plans for the IAN when the director had asked, she could use a cold drink right now. "Porter, who do you think we are?"

Elliot shot her a look. One brow rose, and he discretely tapped a few buttons on his watch. Instantly, he felt her pulse, calm and steady, and an animated icon laughing until it cried rolled around in the corner of the screen. Her face, though, had remained poker-steady. "What's so funny?" he whispered to her.

"Seriously," she began, ignoring Elliot, eyeing Porter more suspiciously and sitting up a bit straighter. "Why would Elliot and I have any…"

"Come on, Benson," Porter whined as he rolled his eyes. "I need to read you in on this, but I can't unless you and your agency fork over everything you have on…"

"Agency?" Olivia questioned, tilting her head. She realized now that Dean Porter had made the assumption she and Elliot weren't just SVU detectives, but he had come to the very wrong conclusion about what else they were. Playing dumb would be a way out, or a way in, or both.

Porter squinted. "I need to say it?" He licked his lips and folded his hands, leaned forward, and shot Elliot a harsh glare before looking at Olivia. "Someone hacked into my computer this morning," he eyed her and let his lips curl into a smirk. "My personal, not work, now...I have an idea what they were looking for." He unclasped his hands. "You could've just asked. I'm still single, ready for…"

"I'm seeing someone," she spat, interrupting him as she rolled her eyes. "Get to the point."

More irritated now, Porter hissed, "Seeing...? We're coming back to that, later, but I know...I know it was you, and I know you work for the CIA."

The laugh that erupted from Olivia's mouth was boisterous and infectious, spurring a similar chuckle from Elliot. "We...us? Me and her? The CIA?" Elliot shook his head as he tugged on his tie and moved around in his chair, feeling the buzz of his phone. He dug it out, unlocked it, and then elbowed Olivia to get her attention and showed her what had appeared on the screen. "Listen," he looked up at Porter while Olivia watched the text appearing on the face of Elliot's phone. "We are not in the CIA. That's ridiculous."

Porter's brow furrowed, his eyes jerked from Olivia to Elliot and back again. "But the only way you could've gotten into…"

"Wasn't me," Olivia shrugged. "Why were you so sure it was?" She glanced at Elliot and gave his wrist a gentle push, telling him she'd read enough, and they'd deal with Cassidy later. "When Elliot called to ask you who kept sending our cases to…"

"I thought it was you…" Porter interrupted, "Because whoever it was accessed photos, emails, contacts, only ones that pertain to my...personal life."

Olivia chuckled and looked down at her own watch, checking the time and Elliot's heart rate. She smirked at his quick pulse, caused by mild lingering jealousy. "I'm not interested in any part of your personal life." She popped her head up to look at Porter. "So you pulled us out of our station, off a case that needed our attention, because someone stole pictures of you at your prom?"

"Your case was closed," Porter reminded her, still confused. He was sure Olivia had been behind the hack, and he was sure of her reasons. At least, he thought he was. "And they weren't...prom pictures. But, point is, when I found out...or assumed, rather, that you were more than just a couple of cops, I got the green light to read you in on a case...one that involves your unit. But now that, uh, I know you're not…"

"We could still help," Elliot offered. "Just because we aren't CIA agents doesn't mean we're any less interested in what you have on the unit." He scratched the side of his chin, smirking. He had an idea, but getting another agency in on the action would make his job easier. "What intel are you looking for on...you said our captain, you mean Cragen?"

Porter nodded. "This is above your clearance level."

"That's impossible," Olivia laughed, arrogantly pointing at the phone. "Three, two…"

When she would've said "one," the phone rang. Porter went wide-eyes as he answered the call, staring perplexedly at Olivia as he spoke to his supervisor.

Elliot leaned over, taking advantage of Porter's distraction, and said, "So we were wrong, Cassidy isn't…"

"No, seems he's just a dick, not a criminal," she whispered back. "Still have to ask him why he's spilling department secrets to Langan, though. Just because he's doing it for the right reasons, doesn't make it…"

"How the hell did you…" Porter snapped after hanging up, rubbing his head. "Okay, I was just told to read you two in on this anyway. There's a leak in your unit, someone turning over evidence and witnesses to an agency that is probably the highest level of…" he shook his head and cleared his throat. "Your Captain is aware, and he also knows that someone else is doing the same thing, but in the opposite direction. I need to know if he's covering it up, helping it happen, or trying to stop it."

Elliot blinked. "Opposite direction," he repeated. "What does that even mean?"

"It means," Porter said, tossing each of them a file, "That while one of your pals is trying to make sure the pricks you put away get the most brutal punishment possible, someone else is trying to set them free and feed your victims to the wolves."

Olivia thumbed through the file, rolling her neck and shoulders and feeling, for the first time since they left the station, the sting of her scratched skin rubbing against her shirt. She smirked at Elliot, recalling how his nails dug at her skin just the way hers clawed at his, a brief mental escape from the precarious situation she found herself in now. "Where did you get this?" She held up the folder and looked up at Porter.

Porter licked his lips. "A friend," he said. "None of the cases you worked...and this hurts me to say, to you especially, Stabler...the ones that slipped through your fingers, the losses, the ones where the victim recanted or the perp was acquitted…" he ran hand down his face. "You had the right guy, every time, and someone else…"

"Blew it?" Elliot flicked the pages, redacted emails, transcribed phone calls, and evidence logs that had been falsified or tampered with, all wrapped up in a neat package. "Christ, the Andrews case, man I beat myself up over that for months!"

Porter nodded. "You both did," he gestured to Olivia. "I need to know if the two of you know who could possibly…"

"It's not us," Olivia cut him off, "And it's not Cassidy, we aren't sure if it's Cragen...that's why you need us?"

Porter nodded. "When Elliot called me, and he asked who kicked the Palestone case up to us, I thought he was just asking if I knew it was you, if it was too late to cover for you."

"Really?" Elliot chuckled. "No, uh, it was an honest question."

"I know that now," Porter intoned, rolling his eyes, and he tried to smile. "Now that you're here, though, we can use each other's resources to get the answer to the question. I'm expecting you to fill me in on whatever you find out." He turned his head. "Now that that's settled," he pointed to Olivia. "You're seeing someone? Who?"

Olivia licked her lips and shifted in her seat, moaning just slightly. She'd never put her pink, lace underwear back on after their romp back at the station. "Does Alex know you still have a fucking…"

"What does she have to do with…" Porter cut her off again, confused, and then he sucked in a sharp breath, realizing. "You know about that?"

Chuckling, Olivia shrugged. "I know about a lot of things. Ask me why I didn't give a rat's ass that you fucked our ADA, after I turned you down."

Porter eyed her. "I thought you were just...playing hard to get." He crossed his arms, his expensive suit wrinkling. He heard Elliot scoff and shot a glance at him. His brows knitted, then, as he noticed that Elliot's suit was not only more expensive but so well made it didn't seem to wrinkle at all. "Is that Armani, Stabler?"

"Kiton," Elliot corrected, taking pleasure in the way Porter's eyes bulged a bit. "She doesn't play games, Porter. She was already involved with…"

"Who?" Porter spat more harshly. He watched as Olivia shook her head and stood up. "Where are you going?"

"We were briefed on this," she held up her file and waved it around a bit as she ran her other hand down her shirt. "We will, uh, let you know what we find out." She slapped Elliot in the arm to get him moving.

He looked up at her and nodded fast, rising to his feet and following her out of Porter's office. They heard him mumbling something under his breath, but ignored him as they headed down the hall and out into the lobby of the federal building. Olivia felt Elliot's eyes burning her skin, and as she tapped a few buttons on her watch, and then said, "Heading out." She turned to look over her shoulder as they walked through the front doors. "What are you staring at?"

"The most perfect ass in mortal history," he answered, licking his lips. "Belonging to the most beautiful, intelligent woman in the universe." He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulled her toward him, and kissed her hard.

She moaned as she sank into him, only pushing him away when the driverless car pulled up to the curb beside them and swung open the back door. She looked around, and then back at him. "Get in," she said.

He grinned. "Pulling rank," he licked his lips. "Fucking hot." He slapped her ass before climbing into the car, and when she got in, he pulled her toward him. He spouted his home address, as the car jerked as it began to move, shoving them closer.

She chuckled and dropped her head to his chest. "I didn't know anything about anyone hacking into his computer." She tugged playfully on his tie.

"No, uh, that...that was my call," he kissed her forehead. "I asked Brody for a favor, figured he owed us after keeping the fact he knew Cassidy from us." He brushed her hair back and kissed the crown of her head. "And now that...uh...we…"

She stopped him. "You told Brody to only go after his personal…"

"No, baby," he interrupted and kissed her softly again. "I told him to make it obvious that someone messed with his personal computer. It completely fucking distracted him from the fact that someone was in his system…"

She had silenced him with a deeper kiss. Her hands ran down his chest, along the thousands of dollars of silk and cotton, until she sank them between his legs.

Elliot moaned, grinning against her lips, and mumbled something to her.

She pulled away and smiled, cupping one hand over his growing bulge, bringing the other to his face. "I love you, too," she said to him, and she laughed. "You bring out the…"

She didn't get to finish her sentence. Something had rammed the back of the car, causing it to spin out and screech into the wall of a nearby building. Clutching each other and checking for any sign of injury, they pawed and patted in silent shock.

He was the first to move, getting out of the car and looking around for what, or who, had crashed into them. "Nothing," he exhaled, turning his head in all directions but grabbing hold of Olivia once he felt her beside him. He looked at her. "You sure you're…"

"I'm fine," she nodded, kissing him again. "But, El," she let out a heavy breath. "What the fuck just happened?"

A/N: Hmm?! Was the agency watching? How does Brody know Cassidy? And a meeting with Langan! Next.