A/N: What is Dean up to? Will Cragen let Dean's people change their contracts so he can work with Olivia, or will Dean have to put up with Elliot, too? More of Maureen, too! It's a short chap, setting up for a longer one.

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"Absolutely not," Cragen said, staring at Dean Porter.

"I don't think you understand..."

"No, you don't understand," Cragen interrupted. "These contracts were drawn up by your supervisors. We gave you a month with her, which is all the time allowed apart the contract states they can have, now either you work with both of them, or you don't get the help you need."

Porter rolled his eyes. "Contracts were made to be breached, Cragen," he said.

"Not by my detectives," Cragen said. "And not by me. Now you either take them as a team or you don't take them at all."

Porter squeezed his eyes shut, angry, then said, "Fine. I'll have them ready to go by Monday."

"Momma," a tiny voice called as a hand, just as tiny, tugged on Olivia's sleeping hand. "Momma," the voice repeated.

Olivia moaned and her eye drifted open slowly. "Hey, sweetie," she said with a smile, looking down at the little blonde three-year-old. "What are you doing out of bed?" she asked.

"Daddy," Maureen said, pulling on Olivia's hand.

"What about Daddy?" Olivia asked, sitting up, thankful she'd put clothe on in the middle of the night.

Maureen pulled. "Up," she said. "Momma, up!" she yelled with a giggle.

"Okay, okay," Olivia said, sighing and rising. She let Maureen pull her out of the bedroom and into the living room, and she was met with Elliot, standing in front of the table. It was set with the most delicious-looking breakfast and a dozen roses in a crystal vase as the centerpiece. "Wow," she said, stunned.

"Morning, gorgeous," Elliot said, smiling. "You hungry?" he asked.

Olivia smirked. "What did you do?" she asked.

"What," Elliot scoffed. "I can't make breakfast for my girls?"

Maureen ran into her father's arms and Olivia laughed as she watched Elliot swing her around. "Your girls?" Olivia asked, grinning.

"You and Maury," Elliot said, kissing his daughter on the cheek. "You're my girls." He sat Maureen in her booster seat and walked over to Olivia. "I made your favorites," he said as he kissed her.

Olivia chuckled. "You are really..."

"Trying to make up for lost time," Elliot interrupted. "Come on, baby. Sit." He led her to the table and pulled out her chair.

Olivia smiled as he pushed her in, then took the seat across from her. "This looks amazing," she said, picking up her fork.

"And I think it's gonna get better once you taste it," Elliot said smugly.

Olivia raised an eyebrow as she cut into her French toast. She listed the fork to her lips and bit down, and her tastebuds sang. "Oh, my God, El," she gasped. "This is incredible."

"Yeah," Elliot said, chewing and chuckling. "I told you it was," he said, proud of himself.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Have you always been this arrogant?" she asked, teasing him.

"Not always," Elliot said. "Just since birth. Juice, coffee, or milk?" he asked, chuckling.

Olivia laughed. "The fact that you're asking makes me wonder how well you..."

"Cream, two packets of sweetener, and whipped cream," Elliot said, raising an eyebrow, as he slid a large mug of coffee in front of her.

"Know me," Olivia said, finishing what she was gonna say. "El, this is so...sweet."

Elliot reached over and took her hand. "We don't get to do this very often," he said.

"At all," Olivia said, narrowing her eyes.

"Right," Elliot said. "And with us walking away from the world we never wanted to be a part of in the first place for a while, I thought we could...ya know...just be a couple."

Olivia squeezed his hand, and said, "That is the best idea I think you've ever had."

"No, the best idea I've ever had was kissing you in that gym," Elliot said with a smile. He brushed his thumb over her fingers, holding her hand as they shared a great breakfast with Maureen.

"Are you sure you need them?" Munch asked, printing out the files that Olivia and Elliot would need. "You could use me, and Fin would..."

"They would make you two as cops in a heartbeat," Porter said, shaking his head. "No one would expect Olivia and Elliot. They're just kids."

Fin scoffed. "Man, they ain't been kids in years," he said.

"Well, no," Porter said. "Benson is definitely not a little girl."

Munch stapled the sheets together, then slid the papers into manila folders. "You know she's only eighteen, and hates you, and is madly in lover with her partner, right?" he asked, peering over his glasses at Porter.

Porter took the folders and laughed. "I'm not interested in trying to get her...no," he said, shaking his head. "I'll take these over there, brief them on the case, find out how much he knows already, and then I will leave them alone for the rest of the weekend, as Cragen told me to."

"Uh, right," Munch said skeptically.

Porter nodded to Munch, then to Fin, then left the squadroom. He whistled as he walked down the stairs and out of the building. He hummed to himself cheerfully as he got into his car. He drove, bopping to music only he could hear, to Olivia and Elliot's place. He got out of the car, holding the folders, and with a bounce in his step, he climbed the stairs. He ran the doorbell, and smiled broadly as Elliot answered.

"What do you want," Elliot said with narrow eyes as he saw who was at the door.

Porter held up the files. "I want to give you your new assignment," he said.

Elliot sighed and stepped aside, then said, "Great. You came over just to give us details on a case?"

"Yeah," Porter said. Once inside, he turned and handed Elliot the folders. His hand shot to his hip, he grabbed his gun, and aimed.

Elliot's eyes widened. "What the hell man?" he spat.

"I also came over to get Olivia," Porter said, smirking. He cocked the trigger on the gun, readying it, and said, "What are you gonna do about it?"

Elliot, pissed off, smacked the gun out of his face and said, "Get a grip, Porter. Sit."

Porter raised both eyebrows and released the safety on the gun. He put it back in the holster and asked, "How did you know I wasn't serious?"

"Because you need the both of us," Elliot said. "And you know I would kill you," he said. He walked over to their bedroom door and said, "Baby, come out here."

Olivia walked out to meet him and said, "Maureen's finally sleeping, what's up?"

Elliot handed her one of the folders, then sat on the couch, pulling her down next to him. "We, uh, have an assignment with the FBI apparently. And Porter has a stupid sense of humor.

Olivia snickered, then opened her file. "Uh, whoa, hold on," she said, looking up at Porter. "How are we gonna pull this off?"

"We will fit you with a sympathy pack. It'll give the appearance that you're seven to eight months pregnant," Porter said. "You only need to wear it when you go out. The only people who have access to the inside of the house are the two of you, and me."

Elliot ran a hand through his hair. "And we are supposed to be willingly selling this child?"

"We think the trafficker is somewhere in Jersey now," Porter said. "We will set the two of you up in a safe house as a young, married couple, and he will make the offer. You will accept, then when you meet to make the final arrangements, we will take him down."

Elliot looked at Olivia, then down at the file in his hands, and then he shrugged. "This isn't what we signed up for," he said.

"You don't know what you signed up for," Porter said. "People own you, Stabler. And for as long as it takes to nail this bastard, one of those people is me. I need the two of you packed and ready by Monday."

Olivia ran a hand through her hair. "I'm not gonna be in any real danger, am I?" she asked. "Like, this guy, he isn't gonna try to..."

"No," Porter said, firmly. "I promise, you and Elliot are going to be completely safe." He began to tell them about the perp, and what they'd need to do, and hoped that he could keep that promise. Part of him knew, though, that he couldn't.

A/N: What is the assignment? How do they handle it? And when they find out who their perp is, they both get a shock. Why? Who is it? Review here or on Twitter: TMG212