A/N: At last, the triumph and return of OE fluff! STRONG PG-13 in this chapter. I hope you like this chap, its definitely my favorite so far. REVIEW (Please please)!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters…but i do own the plot!

Olivia hurried into the doors of the hospital, seeing Elliot already sitting in the waiting room. "What's going on?" she questioned urgently.

"I picked up Reagan… she isn't doing very well." Elliot said.

"What happened?" asked Olivia, sitting down beside him.

Elliot didn't answer for a second, and before he could Doctor Swanson came walking out. "How is she?" he asked immediately.

"She will be okay… but you were right. Raped more than one time, and I found traces of several drugs in her system. I am waiting for the specialist to finish up the kit, but could I see your gun really quickly?" Doctor Swanson asked, and Elliot handed it over.

The old Doctor looked it at carefully then handed it back. "That would do it."

"Do what?"

"I suspected a foreign object was used, and my guess is that it was a gun. I will be back in a little while with more."

As the doctor headed off again Olivia stared at Elliot. "Oh my God… who would do that to her?"

"Evidently someone who also wants the rest of us dead." Elliot answered, and related to Olivia what Reagan had said.

"What is going on?" Olivia moaned, putting her face in her hands. Then she looked up and said, "We have to go through all of the cases we have done in the past twelve years that we in some way worked with Devon."

Elliot nodded. "That narrows it down a lot, but a lot of the cases that we worked with the FBI referenced Devon."

"Speaking of Devon, who wants to do notification?" asked Olivia.

"I'll do it. He's still at the precinct, correct?"

"Yes."

"I will be back in a few." Elliot told her, and with that he stood and hurried off.

Olivia spent a tense hour waiting for Elliot to come back or for Doctor Swanson to return, whichever came first. In the end, it was the Doctor that got back first. He looked sadly at Olivia and said, "Well the kit is all done, but her bloodwork just came back. She's pregnant."

Olivia walked slowly into Reagan's room, not quite sure what to say. Reagan rolled over and smiled at her. "Olivia… how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I'm so sorry, Reagan." Olivia said, taking her hand.

"It's not your fault. And it's not like it hasn't happened to me before." Reagan replied with a sigh. At Olivia's puzzled gaze she said, "I guess Devon never told you exactly how we met."

"No, he didn't." Olivia answered, thinking back on it.

"Well I was working as a civilian informant for the FBI, since I was a pilot and everything I could help out when they needed something to do with the airport. One time some of the people they were after found out and took the entire plane hostage, using me as the example for what they did to 'snitches'. Devon managed to shoot them before they got too far, but you know…" Reagan said, sitting up gingerly.

"Elliot said you knew who did this to you." Olivia said, and Reagan slowly nodded. "You have to tell me who."

"I can't. You don't understand. They will know."

"Reagan…"

"Olivia, if you arrest him, the rest of them will find out. You can't do that. He said he would kill Elliot."

"Reagan, they always say that. But they won't." Olivia told her gently.

"No. This isn't just some stupid rapist. There isn't anything you can do that will make me tell you. I don't want Elliot killed on my account." Reagan told her firmly.

Olivia opened her mouth to protest but was interrupted by the door clicking open. She immediately backed away when she saw it was Devon and Elliot. Elliot pulled her by the shoulder gently out of the room. As the door shut Olivia asked, "How did he take it?"

"He's pissed. I wouldn't want to be the sorry bastard who raped his wife. Of course, if someone did something like that to you, you know what I'd do to them, so I can't blame him." Elliot answered, protectively wrapping his arm around her waist. "I have to talk to you about something, Liv."

When they arrived back at the apartment Olivia looked curiously at Elliot as he took of his jacket. "What's up?"

"Knolls is sending me undercover with a detective from narcotics." Elliot said, sitting down on the couch.

"What?" Olivia questioned, sitting down beside him.

"He said that we had to prove we could be separated, or he would reassign us partners permanently. I'm sorry." Elliot told her, gently stroking the side of her face.

Olivia smiled and said, "Don't worry. It could be a lot worse." She could tell that he was thinking of their friend's situation as well. Elliot nodded slowly and leaned in to kiss her, feeling her soft breathing against his cheek. She kissed him vehemently back, willing him to make the pain of the day go away. His hands slipped to her shoulders to push her down onto her back. Looking up at him Olivia slowly undid his tie and dropped it to the floor. Elliot had already succeeded in unbuttoning her shirt, and traced his hand slowly across her stomach. He then flattened his hand and pressed it gently against her abdomen. Olivia placed hers over it and ran her fingers up his arm. Elliot pressed his forehead to hers and then kissed her with a great deal more fervor than before. Olivia gave in completely and felt a tingle run down her spine as he slipped his hand down further.

A couple hours later they heard a hesitant knocking at the door. "You can't be serious…" Elliot moaned, easing himself into a sitting position. "Coming!" he yelled as he yanked on a pair of sleep pants. Olivia sighed and settled for a pair of his boxers and shirt since she couldn't find her clothes. Elliot ambled over to the door and Olivia trotted over to catch up. When Elliot opened it, they were both surprised to see Officer O'Connor standing at the door. He appeared to realize just what he had interrupted and flushed slightly.

"Sorry to intrude. I just thought you should know, Marc Schmidt is dead." Winter said, and Olivia stared.

"The German we were talking to earlier? What happened?" Olivia exclaimed, gesturing for him to come inside. Then she noticed the gash on his face.

"I was taking him out to the car and this guy just drove by and shot. He died instantly." Winter said, his accent far heavier than usual in his distress.

Olivia shook her head in disbelief, and then asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. He wasn't aiming at me." Winter said simply.

Elliot and Olivia glanced at each other briefly and then Olivia suddenly asked, "What did he say about the rape in England?"

Winter thought about it for a second and then said, "He said that he hadn't had any part in it, and that he told them that they shouldn't do it. He said that the woman was nice and that her horse had a German name. But I don't know if it means anything, it didn't make much sense at the time."

"Siegfried. That's Reagan's horse, named after the German legend." Olivia told Elliot, who immediately sighed in anger. "Reagan wasn't kidding when she said that these guys were brutal. They have already killed the one person who could have shed some light on their identity."

The next morning Olivia found herself to be both sore and exhausted. The early hours of work dragged on while Elliot was being briefed on his undercover assignment, which was to start that evening. Olivia was using all of he breaks to sift through old files, but so far had found no connection between Reagan's rape and any old cases. When Elliot finally returned, he didn't look happy. At Olivia's questioning gaze he told her, "Adrianna and I are playing a wealthy husband and wife at the large medical banquet tonight. But that's even the worst part. Devon just called me. Reagan is insisting upon competing tomorrow, against medical advice."

Olivia leaned back in her chair and ran her hands over her face. Just then Knolls came marching out. "Olivia! Come in here, you are going to be back up tonight. You need your undercover information." She hesitantly stood and went over into his office, taking the file that he held out to her. Holding back a sigh of displeasure she read it over. "Thanks."

"You're lucky I put you in there at all, Stabler."

"What?" Olivia questioned, perhaps a little too sharply.

Knolls didn't appreciate that tone and said, "Maybe you were a great detective once, but at the moment, your husband is definitely overshadowing you."

Olivia didn't say a word as she walked out, slamming the file down on her desk. When she did so, she found a young, blonde haired, blue eyed woman sitting on Elliot's desk and chatting with him. Elliot saw her return and said, "Liv, this is Adrianna."

Adrianna turned and smiled sweetly at Olivia. "You must be his wife. Nice to meet you. See you tonight." She said to Elliot before walking off. As she did so, she gave one last smile to Olivia- or rather smirk. Later on, Olivia ran into her in the restroom. Adrianna looked over and asked, "Knolls tells me you have lost some of your touch. Is that true?" When Olivia kept walking, she continued, "Your have a very nice catch for a husband. He and I get along great. Maybe tonight you can see someone with talent work with him."

Olivia turned around and snapped, "And you think that you have talent? Try again." But as she left, a horrible gnawing feeling in her gut made her wonder, had she lost her touch?

That evening Olivia was sitting with Devon at the bar of the convention hall. He had also been assigned as back up, and at Reagan's insisting, took the job. However, he was definitely not his usual self. Olivia smiled encouragingly at him as she got up to go and mingle. The interesting thing about this particular case was that the drugs being smuggled weren't the usual street stuff. It was powerful medicine such as painkillers and sedatives, so they knew it had to be someone close to medical circles.

Her gaze fell upon Elliot and Adrianna. They were talking and laughing with a group of people. Olivia bit back jealousy as she knew it wasn't warranted, and continued walking. However as she slowed to talk to a young geneticist she had met earlier, she saw Adrianna sling he arms around Elliot's neck. Olivia froze and watched as she pulled him into an openmouthed and passionate kiss. Elliot didn't even try to push her away and returned it with perhaps even greater enthusiasm. They did not separate for a good while. When they finally did, Adrianna was glowing when she turned back to her friends, all of whom were quite delighted by the kiss. She caught Olivia's eye from across the room and her smile broadened before she turned back to Elliot. This time, however, it appeared that she wasn't the one who had initiated the kiss. Elliot had leaned forward first, and now they were once again kissing. Olivia gritted her teeth and stormed back to the bar.

"Well that was a colossal waste of time." Elliot muttered as he shut the door behind Olivia. "We didn't get anything."

Olivia took off her jacket and then snapped, "Really? Even with that impressive make out scene?"

Elliot froze and asked, "You saw that?"

"Yes, I did. Totally necessary, wasn't it?"

"Liv… I couldn't do anything. If I would have stopped her, it could have blown our cover."

"Sure." Olivia said bitterly, stepping away. Elliot grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Olivia was made even angrier by this gesture and spat, "What Elliot, you didn't enough last night?"

Elliot looked back at her in shock and replied, "Olivia! You know that's not it! How many times did we kiss undercover when I was married to Kathy?"

"Like once!" exclaimed Olivia, furiously wrenching free of his grasp. "I'm sorry that I am just not as good of a detective as you are, but next time why don't you and Adrianna just get a room?"

"Liv, what is wrong with you? You are just as good as I am." Elliot asked, his voice filled with concern for her.

Olivia fought the tears springing to her eyes and said, "Not that you care, but let's see… my friend got raped, is pregnant, and now my husband is making out with someone ten years younger than I am!"

Elliot backed her up against the wall and held her there with his legs on either side of her. "Liv, listen to me. I didn't want to. I didn't want to." He said firmly, pressing his hips harder against hers as she started to wriggle to get free.

"Elliot let me go!" she yelled, fighting quite desperately. He didn't budge and after a while she finally settled down.

"Liv, what's going on?"

"It's just that I… Adrianna and Knolls both said that I am losing my skills."

"And you believe them?" Elliot asked incredulously.

"I don't know what to believe anymore."

Elliot took her face in his hands and kissed her forcefully, feeling her tense against him. After a moment she relaxed and gave him full access to her mouth. Of course as soon as he released some of the pressure on her she jerked free and went straight for the door. Snatching her jacket off the rack she slammed it loudly as she exited the apartment.

Elliot watched her go in stunned surprise. "Dad?" He turned and saw Riley standing in the hallway, looking as surprised as he was.

Olivia walked into the precinct late, finding that only Munch was left. He was filling out some sort of form and greeted her with a smile. "Hey Olivia. What brings you here?"

"Just wanted to work on this case." Olivia replied, quickly gathering up her composure.

Munch seemed to notice something was up and so didn't press the subject. "Oh, this uni came by. He dropped something off for you."

Olivia frowned slightly and hurried over to her desk. She looked at the file laying there and opened it. A passage of the interrogation had been highlighted. Olivia's eyes widened and she snatched up the file, rereading it to be sure. Then she sat down and pulled out another file- one that was twelve years old. Her hand came to her mouth and she gasped, "How could we have missed this?"

A/N #2: Okay, I am sorry if it's kind of confusing, but next chap will sort of give a better explanation and tie up some loose ends. Please review!