Disclaimer: Law & Order SVU/OC and its characters don't belong to me. This story has been written for fun only, not for money.

Summary: Trust is a tricky thing…but sometimes just looking into the eyes of someone will unlock things without any words.

Notes: Wrote this in a flash…so please forgive mistakes! Set between seasons 23 and 24 of SVU and between seasons 2 and 3 of OC.

Feedback: I always love to have feedbacks on my work so I can improve my writing. Any advice, constructive comments and suggestions are welcome.

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Rebuilding

By musical-Aven

Captain Benson closed the door of the interrogation room behind her with a sharp sound.

"And here I was just enjoying myself to champagne and dancing. I really wasn't in the mood for this, Wilson."

Bryan Wilson sat in the middle of the room, his hand tied to the table in front of him. He raised his gaze to see the Captain but his eyes stopped mid stare as he took in her attire. The detective in the room with him stopped breathing as well.

Olivia Benson was wearing a long shimmering classy black dress, stiletto heels and subtle jewelry. Her glowing hair was flowing on her bare shoulders as she walked to the table, her perfume invading the room. She was clearly getting back from a highend event and appeared annoyed to have to come into work on a Friday night.

She stopped in front of the detective in charge, who rose to his feet. He seemed flushed in her presence, his eyes respectfully kept on her face, but she knew he was dying to drag his eyes over her whole outfit. She held his eyes for a moment, making him squirm.

"Detective, please tell me this is worth my time."

He didn't have time to reply.

"I'm not talking to anyone but you, Olivia."

She sighed and turned to the perp. She bent a little over the table to intimidate him, but mostly felt the cop behind her react by inhaling sharply.

"We've been over this, Wilson. I can't be in charge of your interrogation, you threatened to kill me. Now, I trusted Detective Stabler here to handle the interrogation, but-"

"I don't want to talk to him!"

Olivia stood back up.

"That's fine. We'll keep you in lock up for the night until you do."

"I've already been here almost two days! You can't keep me here forever!" Wilson screamed. "Or maybe that's what you want, then? To have an eye on me 24/7? I know you're as attracted to me as I am to you, Captain."

Olivia spoke before Elliot could do anything in reply.

"I'm not. Actually, I was just about to dance with this handsome man at that party tonight. I think I might go back while you're being locked up again." She tried to rally him. "Unless you decide to talk to Detective Stabler now."

OC was investigating a gang when Jet had stumbled upon a list of cops the gang had targeted. Benson was on that list and it wasn't long before Stabler had coordinated the arrest of the gang leader, Bryan Wilson.

Although OC was leading the investigation, they were using SVU station because of other allegations to the gang such as child traffic and women abuse.

Stabler had been working Wilson for more than 6 hours now, but the perp always came back to his request to talk to Olivia.

As if this wasn't enough, the NYPD had planned an event on the roof of the building that night, to celebrate SVU's accomplishments in the last year. Benson knew it was mostly political, the brass wanting a bit of the unit's credit in arrest New York's worst kind of perp. Olivia had been the center of the evening. Secretly, when Fin had come up to her saying Stabler needed her help, she was relieved to leave the fake conversations to join her partner in interrogation.

So here they were, Benson and Stabler at work again. Although she felt a bit out of her element in a gown, interrogating a perp. But she had liked the effect on Elliot. They tried to play Wilson again, this time together, without much luck.

Stepping into her office, Stabler exhaled in frustration.

"That guy has it for you, I'm telling you. It's been a while I've worked someone so hard to get so little information." He ran his hand over his face in exhaustion.

She turned and sat on the edge of her desk.

"Take the night off. He saw I wasn't budging and knows you'll still be the one leading this in the morning. He won't give us anything else tonight." She said in compassion.

"Yeah…" Elliot turned back to the window, trying to find a crack.

Olivia rose to her feet and joined him at the window. After a moment, she shared an idea.

"Have you talked to his sister?"

"No, why?"

"She was a street worker in her youth. She made a complaint about a difficult client about 7 years ago, but retracted before we could do anything. Maybe she's the crack you're looking for."

Elliot frowned in thoughts.

"Yeah, I'll take it to him tomorrow."

Olivia smiled and rubbed his upper back in encouragement a few times before removing her hand.

He turned his full attention to her then.

"Going back to the party?" he tried to ask casually and not sound jealous. He still had that line about the handsome man asking her to dance in his mind.

"McGrath wants me to meet a couple of the brass so I can 'represent' SVU and talk about our most recent closed cases…" she grimaced at the thought.

Elliot simply nodded. Olivia sensed something and went out on a limb.

"Will you join? It's just upstairs."

"Ah…it's not really my scene…plus, I'm not quite dressed for it." he pointed his attire, a shirt with roll-up sleeves and dark jeans, which would have been more than fine with Olivia, but the event was kind of dressed up.

"I'm sure nobody will notice your clothes." She said quickly, wanting to tease him but realizing it came out flirty.

She blushed a little when she saw him smirk at her comment. He really wasn't in the mood to go to the party but Elliot still wants to spend time with her.

"Tell you what, why don't you go schmooze the brass upstairs while I finish with booking Wilson for the night and I can drive you home after?" he suggested.

She was taken by surprise at his offer but wanted to spend time with him too.

"Seems like a good plan. Half hour?"

"Works for me. As long as that handsome guy doesn't steal you away on the dancefloor…" he teased, failing to undermine his jealousy.

She laughed.

"Don't worry, I made him up." She winked and exited the room.

Elliot couldn't hide his smile as relief washed over him.

Chapter 2 coming soon!