A/N: When the cards are stacked against you, there's only one thing to do. Raise the stakes.

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…

"I can not believe I just did that," Elliot shouted to be heard over the roar of plane engines and turbines. He pulled on his new bomber jacket, pushed his Aviators up further on his nose, and grinned as he said, "I feel like Maverick from Top Gun."

Olivia laughed, and her heart thumped soundly against her chest as she took in how excited he was, and how sexy he looked in his pilot's uniform. She bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah, you did," she told him. She slapped the back of his arm and smirked at him. "Next time, it's just you and me, up there," she told him.

He grinned and wagged his brows behind his sunglasses. "Yeah?" He licked his lips. "You gonna show me how the auto-pilot works? You and me, uh, gonna join the world's most exclusive Mile High Club?" He growled as he leaned closer to her and looped his arms around her.

"Play your cards right," she mused, and her teeth scraped across her lips. "But, uh, right now, we have to deal with…"

"Excuse me," a young man in a tan suit stepped up to them, watching awkwardly as they peeled themselves off of each other. "Sorry to interrupt, Ma'am," he nodded at Olivia, then turned to Elliot. "Sir," he stated with a firm second nod. "But you're needed in the Control Hub, it's urgent."

"Go," Elliot turned to Olivia and kissed her cheek and slapped her ass. "I'll wait for you at the…"

"Sir," the younger agent tilted his head and said, almost imploringly, "I was sent to fetch both of you. It's vital enough to merit both of you."

Elliot took off his Aviators, his brow furrowed beneath them, and he cleared his throat. "You need me? Why?"

"Well, Sir, I am fairly certain both Supervisory Agents need to be aware of the current situation," he paused, looked at Olivia, and said, "He is, isn't he?"

Olivia chuckled and nodded, pulled on the hem of her purple blazer, and flicked the hair out of her eyes with a finger. "He is," she said, "Just came as a bit of a surprise." She elbowed Elliot and followed the young agent.

Elliot shoved his sunglasses into his jacket pocket and whispered, "Uh, did I hear him correctly? I'm…"

"My direct equal," she interrupted. "Pissed off about three hundred people, but it's nothing you didn't earn." She nodded her thanks as the inferior agent pulled open the heavy glass doors leading into HQ from the CCA airfield. She heard the APA greet her and Elliot politely, and waved as several suited agents nodded. "Carter," she spoke, "What the hell is going on?"

Carter coughed and huffed as he pressed a finger on a lock pad, then stood back as the wall swiveled and let the three of them into another room. "Our anamnesis team did what you asked, half-past two this morning, everything went well, the subject is perfectly fine."

"Great," Olivia scoffed, nodding and waving at the agents as she breezed by them, and she reached out to grab Elliot's hand, knowing he'd be tempted to hang back in the TechHub if he wasn't dragged through it. "Is that what this is about?"

"Um, no," Carter shook his head and swiped a card to get through a locked off hallway. "Just wanted to tell you that went well."

Olivia rolled her eyes and scoffed. "So what the fuck is the problem?"

"This," Carter cringed as he set his thumb down on another lock pad, a door slid open revealing the Control Hub, several agents busy at computers and monitors, others on phones. "Please. Ma'am, don't kill me. I'm just the messenger."

"Yeah, I can tell by your suit," Olivia intoned, looking around the bustling room.

Elliot narrowed his eyes, but then remembered. The Clerical Agents wore tan-colored suits, they were the bottom of the rung, the ones who did all the peonistic work like fetching coffee when an IAN couldn't or summoning another agent. A step up from them were the Probationary Agents. Their suits were grey, and they were only allowed to speak when spoken to by a superior agent. They were shadows, watching and learning. Initiated Agents wore black suits. Some wore white shirts, others wore black ones, and each division had a specific color tie to wear. The Research and Development Agents, of course, had lab coats and safety glasses as well. It's how he learned to tell everyone apart. He eyed Olivia, then, licking his lips as he thought about what her body looked like underneath her purple jacket and black slacks. He chuckled and assumed that once an agent reached Olivia's level of authority, they could wear whatever the fuck they wanted.

"Agent Benson," another agent stepped forward, breaking into Elliot's thoughts. Her black suit was wrinkled and her tie was loose around her neck, her hair piled in a messy bun on the top of her head. "We've been tracking it all night, but we...we don't know how this happened, and we aren't sure…"

"Someone please, in one complete sentence with a fucking subject and a goddamn predicate, tell me what the shit is happening!" Olivia yelled, her hands balled into fists as they settled on her hips.

The agent flinched, closing her eyes, but then took a deep breath and swallowed hard. She opened her eyes again, focused them on Olivia, and said, "There were two separate monetary deposits made, one into your agency account, one into Agent Stabler's, each in the amount of seventy-three thousand dollars. The transactions set off a string of events, all involving personal technology, one device at a time. Agent Benson, someone is copying every single file in the CCA."

Olivia pushed the agent aside, looked up and around at the various monitors and working agents, and then said, "Relax." She raised her voice. "Hey! Will you all please, just…"

Elliot brought two of his fingers into his mouth and whistled hard, instantly stopping all noise and movement in the room. He winked and nodded at Olivia. "You were saying?"

"I must ask you to do whatever you have to do to track the hacker, but I need you to stop concerning yourselves with the files," Olivia said loudly. "Whoever is behind this is using that as a distraction. The files stored on agency devices can't be copied or deleted without me…" she looked over at Elliot. "Or Agent Stabler." She tried to meet the eyes of every agent in the room. "Anyone who tries will only succeed in downloading a PDF file of a German translation of To Kill A Mockingbird."

There were relieved chuckles and short sputters of, "I knew it," and "Thank goodness," from the agents.

Olivia raised a hand, requesting and getting silence again, and she said, "But that means someone is fishing around in our system for something, and they wanted to keep you all too busy with bank records and criminal files to realize it." She moved fast toward a nearby computer, typed rapidly, clicked a few times, and then pressed her thumb to the pad next to the mouse. "Find Decker," she said, "Now!" She turned to look directly at Elliot. "Someone's after the formula for those pills."

His brows knitted as he held out a hand for her and pulled her back up the ramp. "The ones that are supposed to make you faster, stronger, smarter…"

"Invincible," she interrupted, and she crooked a finger at Carter. When the inferior agent walked up to her, she looked into his eyes. "I want a play-by-play of everything that goes on in this room from now until Decker's computer is found and secured. Clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Carter nodded and turned around, setting himself off on the task of recording every move every agent in the Control Hub made.

Olivia pressed her thumb against a lock pad on the wall in front of her, a panel slid open, and she nudged Elliot through it.

They found themselves in the expansive library, its high arcing walls and windows reminded Elliot of the Notre Dame Cathedral, and he smiled at the thought of one day taking Olivia there. "This place," he said with a sigh, "Gets more and more incredible." He inhaled and then looked back down, and as they walked across the marble floor, he said, "You're awfully calm for someone who just found out the medical records were…"

"They weren't," she said, stopping him. "As I said, if anyone tried to get into any secure files from an outside source, they'd only get copies of books they can't read." She led Elliot up a spiraling flight of stairs. "The reason I sent my agents to get Decker is that someone is using his computer to access his files directly, the worm was a diversion."

"You think it's Decker? Trying to steal his own research?" He watched as Olivia's hand moved over a spot on the wall, a small round panel rose, and she let the laser scan her right eye to unlock her office. "You think he's leaving the agency and wants to take his product with him?"

Olivia pulled off her purple blazer as she sighed, tossed it onto her leather sofa, and plopped down into the couch beside it. "I think he made the mistake of bringing his CCA laptop home with him, someone either stole it or knew what it was," she blinked and rolled her head to the side, looking up at Elliot. "He has such bad taste in women, he probably fell for a rival agent."

"Ah," Elliot laughed. He shrugged off his bomber jacket and hooked it over the back of a chair to his left. "What, uh, what was that about each of us having a good chunk of change in our accounts?"

"It'll bounce out by the end of the day," she told him, waving a hand. "It's an old hacking trick. Tamper with bank accounts to access other passwords and files in someone's system," she inhaled and ran her hands through her hair. "Whoever has Decker's computer tried to get into the system through the payroll program. That's why the money went into agency accounts, not personal ones." She shrugged. "This has happened before, I'm not concerned, you shouldn't be either."

He nodded and folded his arms, then asked her, "You sure?"

She smiled and gave him an affirmative wag of her head. "Have I told you," she started. "You look so fucking hot in that thing."

He puffed out his chest a bit as he gave her a smug expression as he ran a hand down the front of his flight suit. He slowly unzipped it, staring at her, and said, "I look hotter out of it," and kneeled onto the sofa, hovering over her as he bent his head.

She moaned when he kissed her, her hands smoothed under the material of his jumpsuit and helped to peel it off of him.

He pulled his arms out of the sleeves and wrapped them around Olivia, feeling her trying to shove the suit down further, over his hips. He moaned against her lips as he moved, working his way to naked. He got to work, prying open her buttons, and as he kicked off his shoes and the remains of his suit, he shoved one hand into her pants.

She gasped when he thrust his fingers into her, and her left hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it hard and fast. She hiked herself up at his silent command, helping him push away her slacks, and soon her shoes and clothes were knotted with his in a mound on the floor. "You're trying to distract me," she said to him as her nails scratched down his bare back.

"Is it working?" he asked, and he twisted his body around long enough to pull off his socks, and then hers, and then he flattened over her, forcing her to lay out on the large couch. He smirked at her as he whispered, "If I'm your direct equal, then are we fucking in your office or mine?"

"Ours," she replied, and then grabbed his neck and pulled him down to her. She kissed him madly as she thrust her hips upward, meeting his downward hit. Their moans mixed and melted together into a low droning sound that thankfully didn't set off the APA. "Fuck," she spat, "Shit you feel so fucking good."

He slid out of her slowly and pounded back into her. His hands looped and clutched through her hair at the back of her head. He slammed his mouth over hers, kissed her hard, desperately, as his hips moved faster, his body working harder.

She whimpered and met his eager thrusts with ones of her own, taking every glorious inch of him into her, and she clawed at his skin when she felt herself losing control. "Oh, my God," she breathed against his lips. "Fuck, I'm…"

"God, I know," he told her as he nipped at her lips. "I feel it. Fuck, I feel everything," he growled.

She chuckled and realized he'd tapped her birthday into his watch, she knew he was literally feeling her cum, from the rapids heartbeat to the feverish heat, to the physical pulsing and the slick coating his dick. It made her eyes roll back, her muscles tighten, squeeze him harder, entrap him inside of her as she quivered around him, under him.

"Fuck," he grunted, and he let her milk him, shooting hard in hot spurts. He was holding her down, both by pulling her hair and pressing into her as he came, growling and taking hard rattling breaths. "Damn, baby," he panted, dropping to her as he finished firing. He scooted onto his side, staying inside of her as he pulled her with him, and as their chests heaved, they brushed together, sending chills through their bodies. He nuzzled her, burying his face in the bend of her neck, and he mumbled, "I fucking love you."

"I love you," she whispered, shaking in his hold. She was still reeling from the intensity and power of her orgasm. She wrapped her arms around him, dropped her head to his, and said, "We should get back to the station."

"Nah," he chuckled, lifting his head. "I think we earned a couple of hours to ourselves. Besides, you sent those Bots over there, and they are…" he shuddered as he blinked. "So realistic. Mine even has the scar I got when…"

"They are designed to be perfect doubles," she interrupted, smoothing her hand over his shoulder. "In fact, uh, I think it would be hard to tell if you were with me, or the robot," she joked with a wink.

He twisted his wrist in her direction. "I'd know," he kissed the end of her nose. "Even without this fancy gizmo, I would know. I can tell you from a machine, honey." He let his eyes close as his head dropped forward again. "Who's memory did you have wiped, by the way?"

She took a sharp breath. She'd been wondering when he'd get around to asking about that. "You already know, don't you?"

"How many?" He nudged her cheek with his nose, gave an unconscious thrust of his hips, and moaned softly into her ear. "I mean, we are talking about the agents who heard Cragen confess to killing your father."

She looked into his eyes and searched them for any hint of judgment or annoyance. Seeing none, she shook her head. "No, they...they were taken care of as soon as it happened." She licked her lips, scraped her teeth over them, and said, almost too softly to be heard, "It was Cragen."

A/N: Come again? What did she make him forget? Oh my!