"You still use that?" Olivia asked as they stood by the cage.

"You don't want to know." Hank shook his head and walked towards Mouse. "Benson, this is Mouse. He is our tech guy."

"Oh," she looked at the younger man standing in front of her, "you are the one who told him I was attending the conference."

"I am."

"Next time, you tell him I'm not attending. That way I can run into him and I won't have to track him down to his house."

"Benson, you're doing it again?"

"Doing what?" She raised her eyebrow at him.

"You're trying to be in charge in my house."

"Old habits die-hard, I guess."

"Oh, you are the ex-wife." Mouse said putting two and two together.

"What gave me away?"

"Mouse, just give Lieutenant Benson her earpiece."

"We aren't wiring her?"

"I'm not risking her."

"Hank, if we're doing this, we're doing it right."

"I am not putting your life at risk."

"Mouse," Olivia said in her well-known whisper, "will you give us a minute?"

She knew he didn't want anything to happen to her but she was there to help. It was her job, that was what she had spent most of her life doing, and he couldn't let the ex-husband feelings affect them. He wanted her help solving the case then he would have to let her do it on her terms.

"You have to wire me."

"I said no, Olivia."

"Don't you Olivia me, Henry Voight." She could see he wouldn't back down but she was the only one who could change his mind.

"You can call me Henry all you want. I had five years of that. You are not using a wire, understood?"

"If I'm doing this, I'm doing it right. You can either help me get this wire underneath my dress or watch Mouse do it."

"I won't help put your life at risk."

Hank leaned against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest as he watched Mouse wire Olivia. He couldn't believe how stubborn she was but it was harder to believe she still knew how to control him. Olivia had always been that way; she would always get away with what she wanted. He loved her for that. For standing up for what she believed to be important. For never backing down, even when it was against him. He knew that no matter how many years went by, she would always have a grip on him and he would do anything in his power to make her happy. He hated knowing that one wrong move and her life would be in danger. Yes, he was wearing a wire but it was his life and he would rather die than put her life at risk. But they were a match, stubborn to the core.

"She's got your number," Trudy said as she walked up to him. "If anyone in your team had refused your order, they would be out of the precinct. But her…"

"I know, Trudy. But she didn't really give me a choice…she just decided for me."

"Because she knows you can't say no to her."

"I can say no to her."

"Oh please, Hank. We all know you can't."

"Thank you for your opinion, Sergeant Platt." Hank shook his head as he walked over to Mouse and Olivia. "Is she ready?"

"She is. I'll be able to listen to everything that happens and have it recorded. If we find out anything while you'll there, you'll hear us through the earpiece. Remember not to talk on the phone on that side if…"

"If we like hearing," Olivia interrupted him. "We are old, Mouse, we've done this before."

"Oh yeah, right. Okay. Good luck."

They were left alone and Olivia turned around to look at him. He looked handsome in his black suit, white shirt and black tie. The last time she had seen him wearing a suit, it had been for Regina's funeral. That day she hadn't really looked at him, avoiding his gaze the entire day except when she broke down. But that night she couldn't stop looking at him. She could see the signs of the last year; he had aged gracefully and in her eyes he looked as handsome as ever. They would always have their disagreements but they would never let that kill their love. Their divorce was the perfect example; six years apart and their love was still there.

"You'll have to pretend to love me for the next hours," she said as he drove to the club.

"This is going to be hard."

She smacked his arm and could see the grin on his face. "What's the plan? What's our story?"

"We've been married for seventeen years." She closed her eyes as she heard him; that would have been true if they hadn't gotten a divorce. "You're kinky and want a teenager to join us. That's how they work."

"Wait. I am the kinky one?"

"You always have been."

"Mouse, don't record that." She said to her wire. "You stop that! But okay. I'll be the kinky one."

"We walk into the club and two of the men will talk to us. They will ask questions about us, about what we want and what we like, and then they will introduce us to the woman. She is the one in charge."

"What if they ask something we don't know?"

"We've been married for seventeen years, remember?" Hank looked at her as he parked across the street. He leaned over and whispered in her earpiece free ear, "you have always been the kinky one, Benson."

Olivia couldn't deny it, he was right. She was the one to always bring new things to experience with in the bedroom. They had tried all sorts of things and it had all been thanks to her. Chocolate, whipped cream, ice, lotions and toys. She loved toys and he loved pleasing her. There had never been a dull moment in the bedroom…or in the shower or in the car. When it came to sex, they had tried everything everywhere. Phone sex had also been tried –yes, she had started it– when they were a long distance relationship. It would always end with her moans taking over the conversation. She was kinky and he loved her for that.

The club was an enormous dark room with neon lights in the corners. There were red curtains dividing an area into smaller rooms where they knew couples were abusing of teenagers. Their blood boiled the moment they stepped in. Hank would have kicked everyone's ass but he knew he had to stay calm to finally catch this group. Olivia squeezed his hand trying to reassure him they would get them but she was just as mad.

They were told to wait by a grey door for Frank and Joe –the two men who would interview them– to let them into the office. After that, they could see Geena and she would assign them a room with a teenager. As they waited, she didn't let go of his hand. She told herself it was to keep him under control but she was doing it for herself.

"Come in," a tall dark brown haired man opened the door for them. "Please take a seat. I'm Frank and this," he pointed towards a taller man whose body was covered in tattoos, "is Joe. I'll be asking you some questions and he will supervise. How about we start with your names?"

"I'm Anthony," Voight said as he took a seat, "and this is my wife Camille."

"How long have you been married?"

"Seventeen years." They said at the same time.

"Oh, you are that couple." Frank rolled his eyes as he watched them hold hands. "And, what brings you here tonight?"

"Well, I've been telling Anthony how I wanted to try something different. Spice things up a little," Olivia leaned over exposing her cleavage.

"You've come to the right place."

"We hope so."

"If you don't mind, I'll ask you a few personal questions. It's to know what you like and what would satisfy you."

"Go ahead," Hank kept rubbing Olivia's back.

"Who is the dominant in bed?"

"Well," she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"She is. Definitely her."

"You don't look like that kind of woman, Camille." Frank said with a smirk on his face that made Hank want to kill him.

But they hadn't lied. Olivia was always the dominant one in bed. He was always in control at work. Always intimidating and scaring people. That's why when they reached the bedroom he let her take over. And she knew how to perfectly do that. She knew how to touch him, kiss him blow him. Olivia knew all his weaknesses and how to use them for her advantage. She knew how to make him have a good time under her power.

"Has anyone ever joined you in bed?"

"No, it's always been just us."

"And who would you like to join you? Female or male?"

"Whatever my lady wants, she gets."

"He is all about pleasing me," Olivia squeezed Hank's thigh. To Frank that looked like a simple flirting gesture between two married people. To them it was the way she had to reassure him she was okay; she had always done that when undercover.

"I take it tonight is all about you then, Camille."

"Yes, it's all about her."

"So, tell me," Frank sat on the edge of the desk looking straight at her. "Any gender preferences?"

"Not really. Whoever gives me a good time."

"Do you like toys, Camille?"

"I do."

"Which ones?"

"Dildos are my favorite." Voight squeezed her hand knowing she was lying. If there was a toy Olivia hated, it was the dildo. She loved vibrators and having him use it on her but dildos were a no.

"I can see you are a kinky one. You've got a good woman, Anthony."

"You have no idea."

"How do you feel about being handcuffed?"

"Well," she pushed her chair back and looked at Voight. "That's a tough one because we both like handcuffing others."

"Do you do it often?"

"We try not to bring the handcuffs to the bed." Hank didn't understand how these type of questions were helping the two men but he could see they got off on them.

"Is there anything else you'd like to know, Frank? Or can I have some fun now?"

"One more thing. What's your favorite position, Camille?"

"I like being taken from behind," Olivia said in the whisper she knew could drive the man crazy.

"This is all we need to know. I'll get my boss now and she will assign you a room."

They watched Frank leave the office through a door leaving them alone with Joe. It didn't take him more than a minute to walk back in and that's when she saw her. How could she had been so stupid? Geena, she should have recognized the name. And the other woman recognized her too; Olivia could see it in her eyes. The same eyes that had exclaimed victory when they were set free four years ago. This boss was the same woman Benson had arrested years ago for being in charge of a pedophile ring. Evidence had been handled wrongly and she walked.

Geena snapped her fingers and both men had their arms around Hank pushing him up against the wall. "Detective Benson," she pulled Olivia's hair making her stand up. "I thought you knew better than to come after me again."

"I thought you knew better than to continue being such a despicable human being."

"But what would be the fun in it?" She slid her hand under Benson's dress and pulled out the wire.

"Leave her alone!" Hank growled and both men stabbed his stomach with two different knives.

"You have to tell your guy here not to yell. For every scream, he gets stabbed twice."

"Let him go, Geena. It's me you hate."

"But, my dear Olivia, what would be the fun if he doesn't watch you suffer?" Geena pulled her hair tighter and slammed her head against the desk. Her stitches, from earlier that day, popped and blood ran through her forehead.

"I said leave her alone!" Voight tried to push both men away but the knives cut through his skin once more.

"You have a stubborn one."

"Hank," she raised her eyes to look at him, "I'm okay."

"Now, Detective, you have been teasing my guys all night long. Maybe it's time they show you what a good time really is."

"Don't you dare touch her!" The moment the words escaped his mouth, he felt one of the knives perforating his lung.

"Joe, tie this man up. Frank, she is all yours."

Geena pulled Olivia's hair as the Intelligence team kicked the door down yelling "Chicago PD". Both men tried to ran but Antonio and Atwater caught them before it was too late. Benson took advantage of the situation and elbowed Geena's stomach continuing to punch her nose with the back of her hand. "It's Lieutenant Benson, bitch!" She handcuffed her and told Halstead to take her away.

"Olivia, you are bleeding."

"I'm fine, Al. But we need to call a bus," she said as she knelt over Hank. "Open your eyes, Voight. Open your damn eyes or I swear."

"Olivia," Alvin pulled her up, "let the paramedics work."

Olinsky drove to the hospital following the ambulance and Olivia couldn't stop shaking. Hank hadn't wanted to put her life at risk and she had done that to him. It was her fault he had been stabbed six times. It was her fault he was unconscious. She couldn't lose him because she couldn't live without him. He was all she had left. He was her best friend. He was her family. He was the love of her life. Losing him wasn't an option. What would she do without him? No, she couldn't even think about it.

"Olivia," Maggie said as she walked up to her. "I heard what happened."

"I am so sorry, Maggie. This is my fault. I put his life in danger."

"It comes with the job." She pushed the hair away from Benson's face. "You need new stitches."

"I need Voight." She said as the tears took over. "I need Voight."

"He's going to be okay." Maggie wrapped her arms around the other woman as she cried.

"I won't forgive myself if…"

"Don't go there."

"Henry Voight's family?" Everyone in the room stood up looking at the doctor.

"How is he, doc?" Alvin asked.

"Well…"