A/N: Welcome to Special Ops. Life, as you know it, is over.

DISCLAIMER: SVU and its Characters belong to Dick Wolf. Storyline and dialogue, and narrative belong to TStabler©

Olivia marched down the red corridor. Elliot was behind her, trying to keep up. He was supposed to be at work an hour ago, but Olivia had called Cragen. Apparently, he needed to be at this meeting. For whatever reason, he was nervous. They turned left and Olivia pressed a palm to a panel and the glass doors slid open. She marched toward the front of the room, shoving Elliot into a seat in the front row. They were in some sort of lecture hall. Elliot looked at his wife and blinked. There was something off about her today. Something different.

The back doors slid open and eight young men and one young woman, all wearing crisp black suits, filed into the room. They were being led by an agent and he directed them to sit in the front row, filling in the seats next to Elliot. Olivia's eyes scanned the group and when they landed on the woman, Elliot saw a flash of pain and regret in them. Finally, she spoke.

"There are nine of you. Who failed?"

"Permission to speak, Commander?" A young man with dark brown hair and startling blue eyes rose.

"Granted," Olivia said.

The man cleared his throat. "Protégé Miller. One month ago. He broke down during a routine task simulation. He saw the innocent, a child, terminated in front of him. It was only a virtual program, but he screamed. He cried. He failed."

She looked at him and could swear that she was looking at Elliot, only younger. "What is your name, young one?" Olivia asked.

"Stabler, CIC, Ma'am." The boy sat down, as Elliot choked and Olivia's eyes widened.

"Hampton," she called. "I want every file and every bit of data on that rookie. Now." She turned back to the front of the room. "Welcome to Special Ops. Life, as you know it, is over. You've all been chosen, some of you have been created, for this agency based on several characteristics. Speed, agility, intelligence, ability to disregard human emotion, and one of you has been completely rewired to feel absolutely nothing," she said, looking into the young girl's eyes. They were hollow. Cold. It was like looking into a mirror. "It isn't easy being the woman, but if you play your cards right, as I have, eventually, you get to be the man," she smirked. The young woman smirked back.

"You have all been given special skills. Individual talents that make you a unique and invaluable part of this unit. You will use these skills only when directed, and you will answer only to me. I give the orders around here. Agent Hamilton has given you all keys. You live on the second floor. Your chambers are slightly more commodious than your academy housing, but you are what we here at Special Ops call 'ground-floorers'. You have no privileges, no respect, no merit and no rights. You must earn all of those things, and you know how to do it. You know how things run, you know the rules, but what they do not teach you in the academy, what they neglect to tell you when you walk out those doors and into these, is what I'm about to tell you now." She eyed every single one of them, lingering on Elliot for a while longer than she'd intended. "You can not trust the person to your left, and the person to your right will convince you that you can. The only two people in this agency that I can swear on my honor will never lie to you, betray you, or use you in any way that is not concordant with agency policy, are SIC Stabler," she pointed to Elliot, who gasped and raised both eyebrows, "And myself. I'm Commander Benson. I'm not your friend, I'm not your mother, I'm not your goddamn therapist. If you need any of those things, then you haven't been properly trained and you can leave right now. The rest of you, congratulations." She stepped off of the platform and whizzed by Elliot. Under her breath, only he could hear her, she said, "Welcome to hell."

As the new agents stood, Elliot looked at them. Their faces were stoic, they all had they same evil smirk that Elliot had remembered seeing on Olivia's face the day they met. His face landed on the young man who called himself Stabler. He didn't know how they were related, but he was going to find out. He looked down at his watch and huffed. Cragen was gonna kill him.


"The phones have been ringing off the hook," Munch yelled.

Fin griped, "And not a single tip has been useful."

"Well," Cragen said. "This is how we find people who run, guys. We depend on the good people of New York City."

"The good people of this city are calling in reports of Elvis and spaceships, not a serial rapist-killer," Fin muttered.

Munch slammed down the phone. " I mean, it can not be that hard to find a six-foot-four redhead with a tattoo of a snake on his face. Don't we have some kind of magic button or something we could push and get the guy?" he spat.

"No, Munch. We don't have a magic button," Cragen said rolling his eyes. "Damn conspiracy theorist."

Elliot slammed his phone down. "But, I know someone who does," he said with a smirk.


They were all thoroughly searched and then led through a blue corridor. Three armed agents led them to a huge room and Elliot pressed his palm to the panel on the wall, making the doors slide open. They stepped through and Olivia, along with the new nine, were staring at a wall of monitors, each one running a different facial recognition scan from a different section of the city.

"Target is a redhead, over six-feet tall, tattoo of a snake-like reptile on the left side of his face, black ink with red-inked eyes," Olivia said, commanding the rookies to look for the man.

"Shit, you work fast," Elliot said, stepping toward her and putting one hand on her hip. She turned, instinctively, toward him, angling her body and her eyes in his direction. "I only called you five minutes ago," he said, staring at the wall of flashing faces.

"Amazing, isn't it? Running the fucking world?" she said with a smirk, and to his shock, she kissed him, right there in the media room.

"Commander! Upper East Side. Target is leaving a hotel, carrying a large brown duffle bag," young Stabler shouted.

"Commendable work, Stabler," Olivia said. "Captain Cragen, I've got men on stand by, they'll hold him, but it's your collar."

Cragen nodded his thanks. "Fin, Munch, let's move!" The captain and the two detectives ran out of the room after a guard opened the doors.

Elliot looked at Olivia and grinned. "You just kissed me. In front of nine rookies, four guards, my entire unit and my Captain."

"Yeah, you want me to do it again?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "I'm in a mood, El. A really good fucking mood."

"Oh, we are gonna have fun tonight, aren't we?" he asked, laughing. "By the way, do you know if and how I'm related to that kid?"

"He's your half-brother. An ordered agent, like you and me, but only your father's DNA was procured. Apparently, Joe was a willing donor. Your mother doesn't even know this kid exists," she said bluntly.

"Neither did I until this morning," he said, running a hand down her back. "So, why the frisky mood? Not that I'm complaining." He winked and rested his hand on her bottom.

"Well," she said. "I realized, that I do, in fact, run the fucking world. The rules don't apply to me anymore, and if I want to have a life, emotions, memories and a family, I'm going to." She snapped her fingers and the new agents sprang to their feet, stood at attention and saluted. Olivia smirked, still looking at Elliot. "Doesn't affect my power or my ability one bit."

Elliot grinned at Olivia, who had a brilliant sparkle in her eyes that he'd never seen in them before. "Did you just say family?"

Olivia smirked, not answering him, and turned to her rookies. "Haul out. Orange corridor five, you'll be drilled and briefed on one Ex-Agent Dean Porter. Personnel task forces have traced and linked him to a corrupt branch of the F.B.I. I want every single one of you to be an expert on this man by oh-four-hundred."

"Yes, CIC, Ma'am," the rookies said in unison.

As they filed out, Elliot grabbed Olivia and kissed her. It was intense, passionate, and reckless, knowing they were the only ones left in the room. "You said 'family'," he whispered into her ear.

"Well, not right now. But, yes, El. I want a family. I want kids. Your kids." She looked into his eyes, and his sparkle matched hers. "We can, uh, go home and start practicing. If you're not too busy with work," she said with a smirk.

Elliot narrowed his eyes. "Why wait?" He pressed his palm to a second panel and the black shut-out doors slid closed over the glass ones as Elliot's lips closed over Olivia's.

A/N: A new attitude! But, how long will it last? The rookie's do not take kindly to what they learn about Porter, and imagine the SVU crew's surprise when the F.B.I requests their help, and send in a certain agent to ask for it.