Olivia Benson walked into the club, the dark lighting and dense feeling of seduction added to her building excitement. Yes, she was working, but her wild side started to come to life.

"This is a world of fantasy; nothing that happens here is real." A deep voice whispered into her ear.

"Does that mean that you are feeling it too?" She hissed as she felt his hands reaching around her body from behind.

"Yessss." His lips were close enough that she could feel his warm breath on her neck. "I want you Olivia, I want you now."

She exhaled a breath filled with anticipation and turned to face him. "Then take what you want." She purred.

His lips met hers softly at first then the hunger for each other took over as she moaned his name into his lips. "Don."

"Nooooooooo," Missy said and stood up. "This is just……wrong, on so many levels.

Olivia's grin faded. "Why?"

"Olivia, you are creating a classic Freudian fantasy. You see Cragen as a father figure and that is why the excitement of being wanted by him is so high." Missy crossed her arms.

Olivia's mouth opened slightly as she stared at her.

"I took Psych 101 already." Missy defended herself.

Olivia sighed. "So, okay maybe that's true but what is the harm?"

"Aside from the mental damage that it is doing to me right now and to my future sex life, none I guess. But…." She rubbed her face. Olivia looked at her, a pleading expression on her face. "Fine." Missy sighed and sat back down. "But I reserve the right to stop at any time." Olivia nodded.

"Don," Olivia's husky voice whispered as his hands traveled over her body. "I have wanted this for so long."

His hand went to the back of her head and pulled her lips back to his. His tongue searching hers as his strong arms pulled her body closer to his. "Liv, I have dreamt of this for so long." He kissed her again. Her hands running through his hair as her nails….

"Wait a minute." Olivia said and Missy looked down, she was busted.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"You know what, he doesn't have any hair." Olivia raised her eyebrows. "Who am I making out with?"

Missy sighed. "Noah Wyle." She replied softly.

"Noah Wyle? From ER?" Olivia's hands were on her hips. Missy nodded and looked down again. "But he is a doctor and….no, just stick to Don."

"I can't. The mental image gives me the creeps." Missy got up and walked over to the window, looking at the lucky people who could escape her dream. "Can we just take a break, just a few minutes, I swear I won't run."

Olivia sighed and nodded. "You want a soda?" Missy nodded. "Follow me." They headed out of the room and down to the vending machines.

"I swear to God man, if you don't shut up I am going to knock you down and kick you till you're dead." Fin spat at Munch as they walled into the station room. "Now get your damn conspiracy rag and let's go."

Munch grabbed his latest copy of The Lone Gunmen and showed Fin the cover. "Conspiracy rag? I don't think so. This, my friend, is a highly sought after piece of information that could easily take down the entire Federal Government as we know it, sending this country into pure anarchy."

Fin grabbed it and looked at the cover. "ELVIS ALIVE AND WORKING AS IRAQ SPY" the headline read. "Yeah, I can see that." He rolled his eyes. They looked around. "You think anyone is still here?"

Munch shrugged then gestured to Liv's desk with his chin. "Yeah, looks like she is. Must be burning the midnight oil, working her fingers to the bone, pushing the…"

"Seriously, till you're dead." Fin interrupted him as he walked over to peak at what she was working on and his eyes went wide. "No shit?" He said and looked closer.

Munch walked over. "What?" he asked as a grin formed on his lips.

"So I see myself in some sort of leather cat woman type outfit." Olivia said as they walked back into the room, Missy walking behind her shaking her head. They both looked up at the two men who were grinning like idiots.