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Olivia stepped out of the shower and shivered as her feet hit the tile. She began to think about all of the victims in this case. The thought scared her and she quickly wrapped one of the robes that were hanging in the bathroom around her. She had to remember that she was always a target, always vulnerable, and she needed to start being careful.

"Hey," said Elliot as she walked out into the living room, "you look like you just saw a ghost." Elliot looked her up and down as she sat on the couch next to him.

"I was just thinking," she said looking at him, "we are always under fire."

Confused Elliot turned to face her, "Liv, I don't understand what you are saying?"

"I'm saying this job," she said sighing and pulling at the strings of her robe, "as long as we are here, at any time someone could bust through the door, or come through the balcony, or walk into the shower and we could be victims."

Elliot looked down at the paper in his hand, she was right, they had nothing to go on with this case, and they didn't even know if the couples involved were still alive.

"Liv," he said as he placed a hand on her leg, "nothing is going to happen to us."

"You don't know Elliot," she replied standing up and running her hand through her damp hair, "we are hanging out, having a good time in Mexico; sipping drinks and playing house, forgetting that there is a killer after US."

Elliot knew she was right, as good of a time as he was having, she was right. "Liv that's what we were sent here to do, pretend that we were a happily married couple."

"Yeah," she said, "But while we are doing that who is watching our back."

Elliot sighed and stood up next to her, he'd never seen her this shook up, "It's simple, we watch each other's back, we're all we have down here."

Olivia knew he was right, and although she wasn't completely satisfied with his answer, she waved him off and went into the bedroom to change.

"So what did Cragen have say?" hollered Olivia from the bedroom.

"He gave me a list of places that all of the couples had gone, thought maybe we could check them out."

Olivia walked back out of the bedroom in shorts and a tank top. It was nothing fancy, but she still looked beautiful to Elliot, and once again she felt his eyes roam over her. Olivia didn't even want to deal with that right now, so she quickly asked a question to avert his attention; "do you think that will work?"

"I don't know, but it's something right?" said Elliot as he headed into the bathroom, "I'm going to shower, you okay?"

"Yeah," said Olivia smiling, "sorry about earlier, I just got a little frazzled, just don't shower too long."

Elliot poked his head out of the bedroom and nodded at her gun, "you're packing Benson, you should be fine."

Olivia smiled, grabbed her gun, and walked out onto the deck. The sun was beginning to set, and it was beautiful, she thought about calling for Elliot, but then realized that she needed sometime to think about things, so she sat in one of the lounge chairs and stared at the sky.

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Jonathan Drake looked over at his wife Jane, who was tied to the bed along with two other women. It crushed him to see her like that, and there was nothing that he or the two men next to him could do about it. The worst part is there were cameras everywhere, they could never get away with anything, and who no one knew who was watching this.

Day in and day out they were forced to watch as men rapped their wives. His mind began to wander; "why are you doing this to us?" he hollered at a dark man standing in the corner. It was a question he and the others had asked many times with no answer.

Out of nowhere he was smacked in the back of the head, on the bed his wife yelled.

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As the water fell over Elliot he began to think about what Olivia had said, he also began to realize why she thought of it while she was in the shower. He felt very vulnerable there; naked, knowing that someone was probably at this time figuring out a way to kidnap or maybe even kill them. He became very worried about his partner at this point, what if while he was in the shower something was happening to her, it was the perfect time for some crazed man to come take her away.

Slowly, with his new realization he jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and ran out into the living room.

"Liv," he hollered running out into the living room, she wasn't there so he ran into the kitchen, grabbing his gun on the way. "Olivia," he yelled moving into there also, she wasn't there either. His heart began to sink into his stomach, why had he left her? She had been frightened and he had left her.

"Olivia!" he yelled one last time.

"Elliot what?" she said as she stepped into the living room from the deck.

Elliot rushed over to her and wrapped his bare arms around her in a hug, "oh Liv," he said kissing the top of her head, "you're okay."

Olivia pulled back from his embrace, and looked down at his still wet torso and his shaking hands. "Elliot, what's wrong?"

"I was in the shower," he said breathlessly, "and then I started thinking about what you had said about someone always being after us, and then I came out and I couldn't find you and.."

"And you thought someone had taken me," she finished for him.

"Yes," he said.

"I'm sorry," Olivia replied letting her eyes roam over her nearly naked partner, 'Eyes on the face Benson,' she thought to herself. "I didn't mean to scare you like that."

Noticing her eyes wondering, Elliot realized that he was still standing there in a towel, and he was still quite wet. He smiled to himself, enjoying the fact that Olivia Benson was checking him out, he almost said something, but figured he better not ruin the moment.

"I'm going to go get dressed," he said finally breaking the silence.

"Good idea," said Olivia sitting down in a chair, "I'll stay right here so you know where I am," she added with a smile.

Elliot got up and walked into the bedroom shaking his head. He couldn't believe how worried he had been about her just a few minutes ago; his entire partnership with Olivia had flashed before his eyes, and he kept thinking about the fact he would never have a chance to be more then her partner. Not they really ever would, but the thought had crossed his mind once or twice.

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'Knock, Knock'

Elliot came out of the bedroom, wearing a pair of tailored khaki pants, and slowly opened the door, Olivia close behind him with her gun behind her back. They both looked at each other, and then peeked outside into the hallway.

"Good Evening friends," said Eduardo pushing past them into the room, "I trust I'm not interrupting anything," he added as he looked at Elliot's bare chest.

This caused Olivia to look over and she smiled, "no, we were just getting ready to go somewhere for dinner, come in."

"I'm going to go finished getting dressed," said Elliot, he leaned over and kissed Olivia, catching her off guard, before he left the room.

Smiling to himself Elliot began to finish changing.

"So Mrs. Stabler, what are your plans for dinner?" asked Eduardo as he stood by her.

"None yet," said Olivia motioning for him to sit down, "Somewhere nice, since it's our first night here and all."

"Well may I make a suggestion?" said Eduardo sitting down across from Olivia; "My friends own a place called 'Tres Isles', they will take good care of you."

Olivia figured it was a good idea to be agreeable with this man, just in case they needed to get information out of him later. "Sounds wonderful Eduardo, you are too good to us."

"Only the best, for my favorite guests," he said standing up, "I will have a car here for you at 8."

"Thanks again Eduardo," said Olivia walking him to the door, "we look forward to it."

"Buenos noches senora," said Eduardo as he exited.

"What did he have to say?" asked Elliot as he walked out into the room, he had added an open collared short sleeved shirt to his outfit.

"He made plans for us for dinner," said Olivia eyeing Elliot's new look, "some place called 'Tres Isles.'"

Elliot's eyes lit up and he walked over to the list that the captain had given to him, "that's the same place that all four couples ate their first night here."

Olivia's heart started beating faster, "but they all couldn't have been kidnapped there because they all did more things the rest of the week right?" asked Olivia, half pleading.

"Yes," said Elliot, "but maybe that's where they started to be watched, we can go there, have dinner and ask some questions."

"Well I guess I'll go get ready," said Olivia, "by the way you look nice."

This made Elliot smile, "yeah, you like what you see Benson," he said spinning in a circle.

"Yeah, you smell expensive," she added taking a sniff of his neck before heading into the bedroom to change.

Her lips so close to his neck made his heart jump, but he hollered after her; "That last guy you said that to was a rape suspect wasn't he Benson?"

Olivia knew he was referring to a case they'd had years ago, "Yeah well you smell nice expensive," she yelled back.

Elliot smiled and went into the refrigerator, grabbing a beer and a lime, he figured he'd get the night started off right.