Wow! Thank you all so much for the reviews and feedback, I really appreciate it! I'm glad that you all like the story, and I hope I can answer some people's questions with this one!

OH! And I forgot a disclaimer on the first page.P.S..I own nothing that deals with Law and Order.I'm just borrowing(

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Olivia Benson looked around her apartment and sighed. She didn't know why she was so apprehensive about this job, but something about it just seemed a little weird, and a little scary. She'd done undercover before, she'd even played Elliot's wife before, but nothing to this extent.

She passed by her hallway mirror and stared at her reflection, she almost didn't recognize the person staring back at her. She was wearing a knee length white strapless dress, with a matching wrap. Her hair was freshly highlighted and she was wearing way more makeup then she was used to. She had to admit she did look like someone who lived on the upper side of town.

Just then her door buzzed and she walked over to the intercom, "Liv it's me," said Elliot's voice. Buzzing him up she checked off the items she needed in her head and then grabbed her luggage and headed toward the door. Even the luggage was designer, and it was carrying clothes that were probably worth more then Olivia's entire apartment.

'knock knock'. Here we go, thought Olivia to herself and she answered the door.

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Riding in the limo toward Olivia's apartment, Elliot was beginning to get a little nervous. He knew that him and his partner were at great risk taking on this assignment, and he knew that the second they arrived in Mexico they were a target. Despite all this however he was very excited to spend a little time in the sun away from the minus ten degree weather of New York.

Looking down at his Armani suit and open collared shirt he hardly recognized himself. Working his eyes up to his hand he stared at the platinum ring that encircled his left wedding finger. It felt weird to have a ring on that finger again. It had been almost a year since him and his wife Kathy had officially been divorced. Being a cop's wife wasn't easy, and she'd finally had enough. The ring he wore this time was a lot more expensive then the one he'd worn for years, it definitely fit his new persona.

As the driver pulled up to Olivia's apartment he checked his watch and then got out of the car. After Olivia buzzed him up he walked to her door and she let him in.

"Wow," he said staring at his partner. He hardly recognized her. She was always beautiful, but now she was made up perfectly.

"Wow yourself, nice suit," said Olivia looking at Elliot. He didn't look like the former beat cop, father of four with an ex-wife; he looked like a rich investment banker from the right side of the tracks.

"Are you ready for this," said Elliot grabbing Olivia's luggage.

"As I'll ever be," she said grabbing her purse and a black leather bag.

"Oh I almost forgot," said Elliot reaching into his pocket and pulling out a box, "your wedding ring."

"Wow, courtesy of Cartier," said Olivia pulling the ring out of the box. She nearly gasped when she looked at it. It had a platinum band with a large princess diamond in the middle surrounded by two smaller cut diamonds.

"Never thought I'd have one of these on my finger," she added slipping the diamond on.

"Only the best for my wife," smiled Elliot as they headed out the door.

Rolling her eyes Olivia locked the door behind them and they were off.

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The flight to Mazatlan, Mexico had been interesting. They'd gotten to fly first class of course, and everyone was waiting on them hand and foot from the second they got onto the plane; Olivia could definitely get used to this kind of treatment.

As they stepped off the plane and onto the tarmac the hot humid air hit both of them.

"Whew," said Elliot taking off his jacket, "this is a bit of a climate change."

"Mr. and Mrs. Stabler," came a voice from in front of them.

Olivia wasn't even paying attention; she wasn't used to answering to Mrs. Stabler. Elliot however was paying attention and looked up to see a Hispanic man waving at them.

"That's us," said Elliot in a high and mighty tone. That was the first reality check for Olivia that she was now officially undercover. The old Olivia Benson was gone for now, she was now a trophy wife with a degree in fashion.

Pushing that too the back of her mind she walked over and put her arm around Elliot's waist, "honey, will you grab my bag, I'm sooooo tired."

Elliot gave her a look of disgust.

"Oh I will get it Mrs. Stabler," said the man who had called their names earlier; "please, your limousine is ready."

Making there way through the airport Olivia couldn't help but smile and feel a bit relaxed. She knew the reason they were there was serious, but it was still nice to escape New York for a few days.

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As they reached the hotel Elliot reached over and grabbed Olivia's hand. It startled her at first. "Ready darling," he said to her, almost willing her to be mentally prepared for what was about to take place.

"As I'll ever be muffin," she said with a sickly sweet voice. With that they climbed out of the car and headed into the Nuevo Puerto condominiums. It was a sprawling complex that spread over an entire beach section of the Pacific Ocean.

Elliot looked over at Olivia and smiled. He'd never seen her so relaxed as she breathed in the salty air and closed her eyes. "It's so beautiful," she said out loud.

"Yes miss," said the driver, "I'm sure you will find many wonderful things to do on the beach and throughout our city."

"That is if you make it out of your room," he added winking and looking at Elliot.

Elliot grinned at the man, "I'm sure I can pry her out for a few minutes."

Resisting the need to roll her eyes, Olivia just grabbed Elliot's hand as they walked into the resort.

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"Here is your room sir," said a man who had helped them up to their room, "my name is Eduardo, I am the manager here, if you find guests need anything at all, you call and ask for me by name."

"Thank you sir," said Elliot shaking the man's hand, "We will make sure that we do that."

After the man left Olivia let out a sigh of relief. "This is amazing," she said looking around the penthouse.

And amazing it was. The sprawling living area was decorated with native Mexican artifacts, there room lead right out onto a large porch area that over looked the ocean and had an outdoor dinning area as well as a hot tub.

Walking into the enormous bedroom Olivia looked at the king size bed and realized that she was definetly going to have to fight Elliot for it.

"You do realize that this bathroom is bigger then my apartment," said Elliot, breaking Olivia's thoughts.

"Yeah well I think this bed is bigger then my apartment," she said plopping down on it.

"Well first things first," said Olivia opening up a bag and grabbing her cell phone.

"That's right," said Elliot smiling at her, "we need to call dad and the kids and let them know we got here all right."

Laughing Olivia dialed SVU and let everyone know that they were there okay and that everything was in full swing.