A/N: Oh wow. My deepest apologies, its been so long! I just didn't have time to put this up before I left for a 3 week trip to the British Isles- plus with the terrorist attacks in London, it has taken a while to notify all the family that we are okay! Sorry!

Hope this is good, but I promise the next chap will be a lot better!

By the way, if any of you have read my trilogy (the third one being 'The Last Case') I have a question for you. During my trip I developed loads of writing ideas, and wrote out the beginnings a tentative sequel.

So, the question is- should I post it, or do you think that plot line is all done?

Disclaimer: They just aren't mine.

"Good morning Ms. Benson!" exclaimed Alice as she stepped inside. Olivia smiled and adjusted Daeman in her arms.

"Morning Alice. Are you sure you can handle this little guy for a couple weeks?"

"Sure thing." Alice replied, "He's the best baby I have ever looked after."

"Thanks." Olivia said with a grin, "I got to go get ready."

"Who's that?" Alice questioned suddenly, looking over at the couch.

"Oh, that's my partner, Elliot Stabler." Olivia replied quickly, trotting over to wake him up. Alice looked at Daeman and then at Elliot, sizing up the similarities. Olivia turned and rolled her eyes. "No, he's not the father. I told you, his father won't ever be making an appearance here."

Olivia carefully slipped into her sundress, tying the halter top tightly and pulling up the zipper. She eyed her six inch heels with a sigh and quickly put them on before adjusting her wedding ring and bracelet. After she finished curling her hair she grabbed her rolling suitcase and hurried out of the bathroom. She stopped short upon seeing Elliot in his casual shorts and T-shirt, looking good as ever.

"You look great." Elliot said, looking at her with a smile.

"You too." Replied Olivia.

As soon as they arrived at the marina, they mentally steeled themselves to slip into their personas and headed confidently down the docks. Almost instantly, they were noticed by a man in his early fifties who was lounging about on the deck of his large yacht. He grinned and jumped onto the gently waving wooden planks, hurrying over to greet them. "Hi! I'm Rich Woods, you guys must be the couple whose boat arrived last night. Dear lord, its nice looking."

Elliot smiled and snaked an arm around Olivia's waist. "Thank you. I am Elliot Williams, this is my wife, Liv."

"Nice to meet you both. Mind if I tag along to check out your vessel?" he asked, obviously very interested.

"We'd love to have you." Olivia said, her eyes glittering in the sunlight.

Their boat wasn't far away, and as soon as they reached it, Rich exclaimed, "Where did you get it?"

Elliot and Olivia glanced at one another, barely masking the holy shit expressions on their faces. Elliot successfully managed to answer, "A boat dealer in Jersey. It's the brand new Chaparral Signature 350. I picked the brand and so my wife gets to name it." With that he placed a loving kiss to her temple and Olivia affectionately squeezed his arm.

Rich grinned and said, "Careful Elliot, I did the same thing with my wife, and now I get to drive around a boat named Victoria's Secret." This sent all three into a fit of laughs before Rich confirmed, "I am not kidding. It's got a red trim so she thought it was fitting. My friends still haven't let me live it down."

Olivia gave one last chuckle before saying, "Well, this one's name isn't too embarrassing. Plus I picked the color so I don't have too bad of taste, right sweetie?"

With a slightly raised eyebrow Elliot replied, "Oh I don't know… I still think yellow would have been lovely." As Olivia stared back indignantly Elliot laughed and said, "Just kidding. Cobalt blue is gorgeous, baby."

"So what is its name?" Rich questioned.

"Margaritaville," Olivia answered easily, and both Elliot and Rich nodded appreciatively.

"Oh, I was going to bring the Secret out. Maybe you two want to join us with Margaritaville?"

Elliot and Olivia glanced at one another before he answered, "Sure. We just have to unpack our stuff."

Rich grinned and said, "Nice. It's always fun to go out with someone else. You have a very beautiful boat."

Olivia had to agree as she stepped on board. The back deck had several spots to sit, a sink, and an extended platform that made for a perfect sundeck. The steering wheel and display were dark mahogany wood with attractive silver lining. But nothing quite compared to the inside of the cabin. Three steps down from the main deck were a small kitchen and bathroom, followed by a large bed nestled right in the bow. As she threw her bag onto it, Elliot quickly slammed the door shut and exclaimed, "Oh my God, this is amazing."

"Tell me about it." Olivia replied, flopping onto her back. She rolled over onto her side, shoving her purse into a compartment.

Elliot smiled at her as she rolled over to lay on her back. He pressed a hand to her belly and rubbed lightly. Olivia was surprised by the gesture but shut her eyes in contentment. After a moment he raised his hand to rest gently on her cheek. "I think that this undercover assignment may just be the best I have ever been on." At this, she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

Margaritaville stole quietly out of the harbor, Olivia hesitating just before reaching the buoys that signaled the end of the no-wake zone. Sure enough, moments later, Rich came plugging along beside them. "Ready?" he yelled over at them, his wife standing just behind him. Olivia nodded, pushing the throttle forward. In no time at all, they were jetting through the water.

Olivia smiled broadly as the large boat clipped along, lunging over gentle waves and turning easily. She shook her head slightly the get the hair the wind had displaced from over her eyes. As she did so, they hit a slightly larger wave which made the boat lurch. Elliot laughed from his co captain seat while Olivia smiled even wider. "Hey Liv… what's wrong with Rich?"

She turned to see the Secret hesitating back in the water, growing smaller by the minute. "Nothing, he just wants to play in our wake."

Elliot looked a little surprised and kept his eyes locked on the boat. Suddenly Secret

They played about for an hour before Rich told them he had to head back. Olivia waved goodbye and then let Elliot take the wheel for a while. She climbed down into the cuddy, unlocking the smooth wooden cabinet that held a couple files. Sitting down lightly as the boat bounced over a wave, Olivia opened it up. Sienna Miller, aged 34, raped a half mile from the docks, evidently on the way to her car. Georgia Sterling, aged 28, raped on her boat just after returning from a day on the ocean. There were also others, but they weren't as clearly connected to the smuggling ring. Those two were the main focus.

Olivia sighed, gazing through the files. The amount of drugs being smuggled in wasn't spectacular- but quite enough to attract attention. Most unfortunately, it was true that three times as many were getting in since Dom took command four years previously. For whatever reason, Narcotics had stayed quite stumped and only when the rapes had started occurring had SVU gotten involved. But, as years with Dom had proven to Olivia, it was nearly impossible to penetrate the little circle at the marina from the outside. She felt another jolt as the boat hit a wave and fell slightly sideways, gazing out the small one way glass cuddy windows. Bright reds lights flashed up ahead, and Olivia quickly got up and hurried out.

"Elliot… you need to stop. I think we are getting pulled over." Olivia said, walking over to him. He eased off the throttle, causing the boat to glide to a slow stop. They both turned around to see the Coast Guard boat zooming up behind them, lights flashing. As it came to a stop behind them, they saw the driver throw a dock line over to them. Elliot killed the engine and hurried over to grab the line, fastening it to the clasp on their boat. Olivia threw the fenders over the side so that the boats wouldn't damage each other as they floated around tied together. She then fastened the back line and looked over at the Coast Guard. Gianna gazed back at them with a grin.

"You two were way to easy to catch." She said, gesturing for them to step over onto her vessel. As they did she continued, "I was just thought that I would give you a couple messages inconspicuously- no one around here doubts the Coast Guard pulling you over."

"That's for sure. What's up?"

Gianna grinned, "Some guy invited me to this party tonight on the yacht Mercury. It would be a good way for you both to mingle."

Elliot raised his eyebrows, eying the petite woman. "Don't you think they would find it odd that we just showed up?"

"Nope. Trust me. Just show up acting confident and they will let you right in. I am surprised he invited me though… I am way out of his league." Gianna replied, her dark eyes lighting up in amusement.

Olivia rolled her eyes and said, "Naturally." After a moment, they both laughed and Gianna readjusted her thick hair over her shoulder.

Then she looked over at Elliot. "I know you probably think I am a bitch. But really, that's just how Dom and I are. You know, I'm second in command, he's the boss. I have to give him shit. Plus, it doesn't help that he's seen me without my clothes."

"It's alright Gianna. Elliot didn't think that. I told him you were playing with Dom the other day on the dock." Olivia interrupted quickly, glaring over at Elliot, who gave a very confused nod.

Gianna shook her head. "No. Actually the real reason why is because I went out with him for almost two months, and he never got any better. I mean, I always thought that if I did enough for him he would get over what happened. But he didn't. In fact, the only time I ever saw him happy was when we talked about Olivia."

Olivia flushed slightly and said, "He did like you, believe me."

"But back to the point, I hope you both have fun tonight." Gianna said, and with that she started back to the front, tossing the line free. Elliot and Olivia leapt back over to their boat and finished untying them. "So, how does next Tuesday sound for another meeting?" Gianna called over her engine as it started up.

"Great, where?" Olivia asked.

"How about buoy 112? It's pretty far out there, and if we meet at like eight in the evening no one will see us."

"Okay, see you then."

As she sped away, Elliot and Olivia quickly headed back to the dock, and no one noticed the small boat floating nearby.

Olivia sighed as she glanced down at her drink, the wind blowing her loosely curled hair about her face. The sky was dark, with the stars glimmering dimly through the cloud cover. In the distance, thunder echoed ominously as the water lapped up around the edges of the yacht Mercury. She shivered slightly, feeling rather uncomfortable in the light sundress she wore and the heeled shoes. Wrapping her arms gently around her stomach she leaned back in the cushioned bench and gazed at the dance floor on the top deck. People were milling about, chatting about the latest edition of Crown Line cabin cruisers and techniques for slalom waterskiing.

"Olivia! Are you okay?" questioned Mariah, a middle aged woman who had befriended Olivia early on at the party.

She forced a smile and replied, "Ya. Just a little tired."

"Oh. Well I was just making sure. You look a little lost," said Mariah.

Olivia sat up straighter, mentally berating herself for getting so out of her façade. "Not at all."

Mariah gave her a sympathetic smile and sat down beside her. "You and your husband having trouble?"

"No, I really am just exhausted. All the excitement today." Olivia explained.

"Good. Your husband is a cutie." Mariah said, grinning.

Olivia laughed and gazed over to where Elliot was socializing with a group of guys. He glanced back at her, quickly excusing himself and coming to her side. "Baby, you okay?"

"Of course," Olivia replied, standing and lightly taking his arm, "But I was wondering if we could head back soon."

"Sure." Elliot replied, slipping his arm around her waist.

"See you tomorrow?" Olivia asked hopefully, and Mariah nodded with a grin.

"Yep. We can have lunch together."

Just before they could head out, they ran into Rich, his wife Sarah, and his daughter. "Elliot, Liv! I didn't know you were going to be here!" he exclaimed.

Olivia smiled and said, "We didn't either."

His daughter suddenly seized his arm, asking, "Dad, isn't that the Coast Guard lady?"

They all looked over, and it was in fact Gianna. Rich nodded and rolled his eyes as his daughter continued to gaze around hopefully. "Alexandria rather enjoyed the experience when she and her partner, Dominic, pulled me over for having the starboard bow light out."

Alexandria looked scandalized, slapping his arm. "He was so hot. But I haven't seen him around lately."

"Oh God, please don't start." Rich said, clamping his hands over his ears. Alexandria scowled and stomped away. After a moment Rich continued, "You should hear her go on about how he looks so much like this old poster they have in the backroom of the Old Navy store her friend works at. Fourteen year old girls, aren't they something?"

Olivia smiled slightly and said, "Imagine that."

They walked out into the cool evening, Olivia's arm tucked tightly into the crook of his elbow.

"Well, so far, all I have been able to gather is that I rather enjoy these people's company. That George guy is hysterical." Elliot said as they stepped into their boat, "But I haven't seen a single incriminating thing."

Olivia furrowed her brow thoughtfully, ducking into the cuddy. "Me neither. I really think we are going at this from the wrong angle."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I think its good we are here, but I don't think these are the people. Hopefully we will be able to pick up some hints as to weird occurrences, but otherwise…"

Elliot nodded. "And ideally those hints will led us to the people connected on the outside."

"Right," replied Olivia, double checking that the door was locked before turning off the main cabin lights. Before she could turn back around, Elliot wrapped his arms around her waist. He pressed his cheek to her hair, breathing gently against her face. Olivia ran her hand over his arm as he pulled her closer, kissing her neck gently. After a moment he slipped his hand to her hip, deftly untying her sarong. Olivia turned quickly as it fell to the ground, but did not try to move from his embrace. Suddenly he put his hand to the back of her neck, pushing her lips hard against his. She drew her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He moved his hand down her thigh, dragging it up to his hip. Olivia winced slightly when her back slammed against the wall as she drew her other leg around him.

Her spine tingled as he slipped a cold hand to the small of her back and around to her stomach. Elliot gently bit her lower lip and then pulled away slightly, allowing her to press her forehead to his shoulder. He carefully carried them over to the bed and set her down before climbing up beside her. Olivia laid a hand to his chest before kissing him again, curling up against his side.

Elliot ran his hand lightly up and down her arm, shutting his eyes. She had fallen asleep a couple hours before him, still dressed in her swimsuit. He sighed quietly, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. Olivia stirred slowly, looking up at him with a tired grin. "That was some very intense making out last night, Stabler. Didn't know you had it in you."

As Elliot scowled back, Olivia rolled over to slip out of bed smiling so broadly it made her face hurt. After a moment Elliot asked, "You didn't?"

With a slight headshake, Olivia turned back to him. He looked up at her very seriously as she knelt over him and interlaced her fingers in his. "Just kidding. I knew you did." She said, kissing him sweetly. Elliot looked relieved.

The days of the week went by quickly. On Sunday night, Olivia was invited by Mariah to come with her on a late night jog.

"I mean honestly, can he really expect me to know how to clip the new fenders on our boat correctly? I told him that…" Mariah panted as they ran along the wooden docks, jabbering about her irritating husband. Olivia took to simply smiling and shaking her head sympathetically until something caught her attention. "It's not like I saw the boat coming, they didn't have their lights on. So how can he think I could have possibly gotten a registration number? Not that I didn't want to, asshole nearly drove a hole through my boat he was in such a rush."

"When was that?" Olivia questioned, her interest peaked.

Mariah shrugged. "A couple nights ago. But really, lately that's happened to a lot of people."

"How come you didn't mention any of this to the Coast Guard?" Olivia asked carefully.

But Mariah wasn't in the least bit affronted, and was instead quite stunned. "Isn't it obvious? The last time someone mentioned anything suspicious they almost drowned Dominic."

Olivia slowed slightly, "Who talked to him?"

"I can't remember. But not a day later and his head was being held underwater."

"So he was the only one that knew?"

"Well no… it was him and his partner, the cute Italian girl." Mariah said simply as she checked her watch. "Thanks for coming, I am going to head in instead of doing another lap, is that alright?"

Olivia nodded and watched her trot off the short distance towards her boat. When she was quite sure that she was alone, Olivia turned and jogged off in the direction of the Coast Guard station. The lights were on in a few rooms, but they didn't ease Olivia's sense of discomfort. As she rounded the corner, muffled voices caught her attention. Olivia slid to a halt just before she came to the front of the building. Creeping around the corner, Olivia carefully eyed the front door. A loud thud behind her made her jump.

"It's probably unwise to wander the docks at such a late hour, Detective."