A/N: Why is Cragen fishing? And what else does the CCA do? Hmm...

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…

Olivia checked her watch, and out of habit she tapped the numbers of his birthday. She stared down for a moment, smirking at the blinking icon that told her Elliot was very aroused, but then again that was his constant state, it seemed. With a light clear of her throat, she looked up and their current situation smacked her in the face. Her eyes scanned the room, the Rotary club plaques on the walls, the framed photos of officers who had lost their lives in the line of duty. She bit her lip when she came to one photo that struck her, briefly closing her eyes, and she exhaled away the painful memory as she moved. "You getting anywhere?" she asked him, eager to get out of the station.

Elliot let out a half-scoff, glancing at her quickly, and then turned back to the thick glass window. "She's printing us a copy," he told her. "Can't fucking believe this is all coming down to Cragen."

"Makes perfect sense," she leaned back against the white stucco, her fingers drumming on the arm of her gun. Her teeth scraped over her lip again and she shook her head. "He's the, uh, captain of the ship, ya know? He's pissed that there's someone a bit more powerful than him in his own unit."

"A bit?" Elliot asked with a crooked brow and sly smile, then he turned and grinned more warmly at the older woman walking toward the partition. He took the folded papers she'd slid under the glass and said, "Thank you, Doloris." He waved at the pleasant woman and turned back to Olivia. "He's smoking us out over a power-trip? Fucking unbelievable."

"We got him on shit he's already done, we just need to figure out his next move," she said, moving with him as he walked toward the back of the lobby, leading her out the side exit. They each held up their badge and nodded at the security guard, and she said, "You saw his face, you heard what he said when Langan left. He has no idea you got pulled into the CCA, but I think he knows about…"

"You," he whipped his head toward her, stopping dead in his tracks.

Olivia felt the pulsing of her watch quicken, grow more intense, signaling his panic. She shook her head and instantly shot out a hand to grab his arm. "Relax," she said softly. "I'm not in any danger, here, you know that. I'm good."

He took a breath and nodded. "Just...the thought of anyone hurting you…" he grimaced as he started moving again, taking her through the heavy metal door, "Especially him. God, he...we trusted him."

"You trusted him," she corrected. "But only because you didn't know you couldn't." She tapped an icon on her watch and slid her hand up and down Elliot's arm. "Car's coming."

"Course it is," he jabbed, and then he surprised her by slapping his hand over hers, grabbing her fingers, and pulling her closer to him. He chuckled almost evilly as he kissed her, his other hand moving low to cup her ass. He squeezed and moaned against her lips, mumbling something into their kiss.

She nodded, raising her other hand to clutch the back of his neck, and she laughed when she heard his response. "Classy," she chuckled.

"Oh, ya know, I'm a classy guy," he teased, and he rubbed his hands over the curves of her ass again. "You'd never sick those amnesia guys on me, would you?"

She shook her head as she grazed her lips against his. "Never, I promise."

"Fucking scary shit," he said, pulling back from her and licking his lips. "I mean, knowing we have a whole team of people who can just...erase your memory."

"Alter," she corrected, pointing at him. "They alter memories. It's all completely safe and only done when it's absolutely necessary."

He hummed, briefly thinking about Kathy. "So he won't remember…"

"Anything about the agency or his hand in Cragen's scheme," she nodded. "He'll remember Alex, and their, uh, relationship, but he's gonna fight fair from now on." She squinted at him. "What did Cragen say, by the way? When you told him we had to go?"

"Told us to hurry the fuck up," he answered flatly. "Then said he expects us to have our 'Fives done and on his desk by nine."

"Oh, they will be," she spoke, knowing that she simply had to make a phone call. She kissed him again, sliding one hand between his legs. She cupped him and rubbed him hard as she said, "You drive me crazy," she moaned when he pulled her tighter and kissed her again, and all thoughts of the squad car Cragen had ordered to tail and hit them, his bribery and betrayal, were lost on the wings of their favorite escape.

An annoyed honk broke them apart and Elliot turned, confused. "Did...did the car just get pissy?"

"She doesn't like to be kept waiting," Olivia said with a smile, opening the door. "Neither do I."

He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, sliding into the backseat, and he waited just until she had gotten in and closed the door to growl and yank her on top of him.

She laughed, a full and loud laugh, as she played with his tie. "You starting something, Stabler?"

"After we read this," he pulled the folded pages the receptionist had given him out of his jacket pocket. He settled her on his lap and exhaled sharply as he shook the pages open. "Son of a bitch," he griped, reading the evidence access log. "You were right. The money he paid Langan came from the locker. Dug into the logs for the Backman raid and that prostitution ring from last month. He went into those boxes, and you and I both know there was a lot of fucking money bagged and tagged in them."

Olivia tilted her head. "Well, he's a detective. He knows better than to use his own money or a traceable bank account." She scratched lightly at the back of his neck. "So it's a good thing you got yourself sucked into the only agency in the world that can trace the untraceable ones, isn't it?"

He licked his lips and then scraped his teeth over his bottom one, nodding slowly. "Got myself sucked by what now?" he quipped, seeing the look in her eyes and knowing what it meant. He groaned, feeling her hand finding his hardness again, toying with him through his expensive pants. "Don't fucking tease me, baby, either do it or let me calm the fuck…" the sound of his zipper sliding down stopped him. He raised one eyebrow as he watched her move. He dropped his head back and moaned when he felt her mouth slip over him, and one hand played with her hair while the other balled the evidence log in his fist, losing himself in the moment, and in her.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in the driveway of Elliot's house, and he got out of the black vehicle with a sly, smug grin on his face. He turned and helped Olivia out of the car, and held her hand the whole way up the steps. "These watches are fucking incredible," he said while unlocking the front door. "I meant to tell you earlier, I just…" he pushed the door open and stood aside to let her in first. "When we were in the, uh…"

"The interrogation room," she said, nodding. Her smile grew. She knew what he was talking about. "I had mine set, too. Trippy, isn't it?"

He shut the door and stepped over to her as he pulled off his jacket and tie. "I could feel your heart race, and when you came...it stopped for a second and then was stronger and faster and…" he shook his head. "It was incredible. Being able to feel everything that you're feeling like that, is fucking incredible." He kissed her and smoothed her hair back, but a noise from upstairs snapped his attention away from her. He moved fast, hand on his gun, toward the steps.

She was right behind him, her gun already held in both hands ready to aim and shoot. "Kids?" she whispered.

He shook his head. "No, we got here before their bus," he whispered back, his eyes trained on the landing. He was surprised t how quiet his steps were, and he smirked when he realized it was the agency-issue shoes, designed for exactly this type of thing. He stepped around the banister, raising his gun.

"Dickie's room," she whispered, hearing another noise. It sounded like opening and closing drawers. In step with him, she raised her own weapon and slowly crept toward the boy's door.

Elliot moved first and fast, kicking the door open and firmly aiming his gun. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, but when he saw who was standing in the middle of the bedroom, he cocked the trigger. "Explain. Now."

Brody Nelson ignored the aimed gun, shook his head, and continued to do what he was doing. "Call him off, would ya?" he directed the question toward Olivia.

"Not until you tell us what you're doing," Olivia returned. Her own gun was poised, she had a perfectly clear shot of his head, all she needed was a reason.

"Surveillance," Nelson said, rearranging the stuffed animals and T-ball trophies on Dickie's dresser. "He's an agent, therefore the children fall under our protection, and you live here, now, right?" He turned and smirked at her. "My job is to make sure every room in your house is wired directly to HQ, and since this is now your house, I am rewiring every room."

Olivia lowered her gun and nodded at Elliot, telling him to do the same, "Right, sorry, I just...you were supposed to call me when you…"

"I wanted to surprise you," Nelson said snidely. He turned and slapped a small remote into Elliot's hand, and he grunted once. "Aim this at any TV in the house, hit the red button, then the blue one, and you'll see everything. Every camera, every angle. There's also an app, downloaded to both of your phones, for when you're not home." He looked over at Olivia and folded his arms. "You're welcome."

"How did you get…" she stopped herself, knowing exactly how he got into the house. "Nevermind. Thanks for this." She tried to smile at him. "I didn't think you'd get this done so quickly."

"Mundo threatened to cut my balls off if I didn't do it today," Nelson said without the slightest bit of hesitation. "Seems Stabler, here, isn't the only CCA op with a desperate need to protect your ass." He chuckled and pointed through the door, into the hallway. "I installed ComLink, one speaker in each hallway, and I was told to have an IAN delivered. He'll be here tomorrow morning."

"We're actually getting one?" Elliot asked, his voice like an excited child's. He saw Olivia nod at him and he did a little happy dance, imagining his kids playing with the bot. He sobered, then, and gave Nelson a curiously threatening glare. "Cameras...in every room?"

Brody rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake, please read your damn manual," he spat. "Yes. Every room and every hallway, the front door and back door, the garage, and two on the street lamps outside." He raised a hand. "Trust me. No one at HQ wants to watch you two fuck like goddamn rabbits, but as you're well aware, it happens." He glared at Elliot, reminding him that he already had plenty of footage of their romps.

Olivia spoke up, hoping to calm Elliot down before he killed Brody. "Relax, no one is actually gonna be watching us twenty-four-seven." She crossed her arms. "We'll have our privacy."

"She's right," Nelson assured. "The only reason someone at HQ will hone in on your feed is if Benson requests it, or if the cameras pick up a face it doesn't recognize. Yours have already been programmed, as have the kids and your immediate family." He crooked a finger and had them follow him down the stairs, across the living room floor, and he pointed to a small, silver box next to the television. "Your voices have all been uploaded into your ComLink. You need to come up with a Code Red, a word that will trigger the alarm and emergency response. It'll also do that if the system senses you're in trouble." He looked at Elliot. "Before you ask, yes. The system will be able to tell the difference between you two fucking and someone being attacked. It senses emotion."

Elliot narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Thanks for clarifying," he spat. He put one hand on his hip and the other raked through his hair. "What about…"

"I've got Mundo coming by tomorrow," Nelson said, ignoring Elliot and heading for the front door. "He's gonna install some new panels, they'll blend right into the painted wood of the door." He looked at Olivia. "Even if someone has a key, they can't get in without palming the panel, too." He shrugged. "Congratulations, you live in Fort Knox."

Olivia chuckled and walked him out, seeing the yellow school bus pulling up to the curb at the same time. She felt Elliot move and slip his arms around her, and he smiled as his kids got off of the bus and ran up the driveway and up the steps.

"Daddy!" Maureen shouted happily, throwing her body into him. "What are you doing home?"

Kathleen had hugged Olivia tightly. "Yeah! What's the matter?"

"Nothing guys," Elliot said, kissing his oldest daughters. He turned with a laugh and caught Lizzie and Dickie as they ran and jumped into his arms. He squeezed them with a soft grunt and stood up. "We just told our boss that, until we figure out other arrangements, we need to be home to meet you after school, and, uh, we have take you back to work with us." He carried his twins into the house, smiling when he saw Olivia keeping Kathleen and Maureen in the doorway.

He grabbed his jacket and tie, and then looked down at his kids. "You guys wanna take a ride in a really cool car?" he asked, scruffing his son's hair.

"Uh, duh," Dickie replied, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Come on," Olivia waved all the kids out the door again, and started to get them settled, eager to see their faces light up when the car moved without a driver.

Elliot laughed as he locked the door, loving the way she cared for his heads and feeling more love for her than he thought possible. But, as he headed down the steps to meet his family by the car, he couldn't help feeling like the life he had just been given was about to be ripped away from him.

A/N: A confrontation with Cragen, and a new gadget with a new assignment! Next?