A/N: For everybody wondering why Elliot is so awful... he's had a rough go at things. This is based on a Disney movie so it's all going to be just fine in the end. Just not in this chapter. Hang tight!


"That bitch has no idea who she's dealing with, Stuckey," Lewis mumbles from his place at the back corner booth at the bar.

His little lawyer plaything was able to secure both of them bail, just like he knew she would. He always made sure his crimes were just flimsy enough that there wasn't enough evidence to hold him. Bat a few eyelashes here, send a few smiles there, and he had all the ugly looking, low self-esteem daddy issue girls falling for him.

But not that bitch Benson. She was a challenge.

"You want another beer?" Stucky asked, ready to stand from his spot and run to the bar if Lewis said jump.

"Not yet," Lewis said. "I gotta have a clear head to figure out what we're going to do next."

"Well, we gotta wait on the orders from the boss, right?" Stuckey asked.

"For his next assignment, sure," Lewis said. "But we're going to have our own little side project. That bitch is going to pay. She thinks she's a real woman? Thinks I can't get it up for a real woman? I'll show her."

"Of course, Billy," Stuckey said. "I mean you're totally macho, a guy's guy."

Lewis was about to agree and rattle off some more of his best qualities when something, or rather someone, caught his eye coming in the door.

He watched the man stride across the room to the bar and sit down next to another man. The second guy was leaner, but more intimidating.

"I'm going for another beer," Lewis said, sliding out of the booth.

"I can get it, Billy," Stuckey said, trying to climb out of the booth too.

"Stay here and shut up," Lewis grunted at him. "I'll be back later."

Thankfully, Dale listened and slid back into his seat. Lewis had to find a way to be close enough to hear what the men were saying, but far enough away that they couldn't see him. He found just the right seat at the bar, behind a pole. He could turn his back to the men but hear every word.

"Thought you were sober, Cragen?" one of the men said.

"Yeah," Cragen said. "But I just needed to be around some familiar faces tonight after the day I had."

"Am I going to tempt you if I order another scotch?" the other man asked.

"Nah," Cragen said. "I'm sure most of your days are stressful."

"So, what's eating you up so bad you came to a bar?" the other man asked.

"I got my marching papers this morning," Cragen said. "McGrath transferred me over to the 3-7 to be the new CO."

"The 3-7?" the other man asked, sounding like the almost choked on his drink. "What the hell did you do to get sent there."

"Benson and her brother," Cragen said. "You know, the thing you investigated and made such a big deal about."

"She broke the law when she helped him jump bail," the other man said. "I was just doing my job."

"I know that Tucker," Cragen said. "She does too. But it doesn't make us hate you any less."

"How'd 'the beast' take it when you arrived," Tucker asked.

"'Bout as well as you'd expect," Cragen said. "What made him so… viscious?"

"I'm sure you've heard the stories about how he let a serial rapist and murderer go free," Tucker said. "His partner at the time, Frank Donnelly, turned him in for corruption of the badge. Money laundering, conspiring with the perp. I did a full investigation but I couldn't find proof beyond Donnelly's word. I wanted to terminate him, but the Brass said without any hard evidence they couldn't. So they transferred him to the 3-7. Five years ago it was a haven for corruption. Now it's just a band of misfits."

"Yeah, I noticed that when I got there," Cragen said.

"I'm real sorry about your transfer though," Tucker said. "SVU steps in it a lot but you're a pretty straight shooter."

"Well actually, my transfer got reversed, as of yesterday," Cragen said.

"How?" Tucker asked. "McGrath doesn't normally go back on stuff like that."

"Benson found out about the transfer," Cragen said. "She came and sacrificed herself. She's now a lifer of the 3-7, no chances for promotion, can't even talk to us at the old squad unless a case absolutely requires it. Which, let's face it, that'll never happen. Not with the unbelievably low volume of calls they get over there."

"Son of a bitch," Tucker muttered. "I always said where there's one dirty cop there's another. And now we got two under the same roof."

"Olivia is not a dirty cop," Cragen said. "She was protecting her brother. You'd do the same."

"Not if it meant breaking the law," Tucker said, setting his glass down on the bar.

"C'mon," he said to Cragen. "I'll walk you out, get you away from even more temptation the more heated you get."

Lewis waited until they were out of the bar before he turned around and slunk back to Stuckey.

"I've been thinking," Lewis said, sliding back into the booth.

"Ain't that kinda dangerous?" Stuckey asked.

"Stuckey, don't you know where there's one dirty cop, there's always another?" Lewis said with a shit-eating grin.

"I don't follow," Stuckey said.

Lewis rolled his eyes.

"It seems our little piece of prey got transferred to a new department," Lewis said. "And I know just how we're going to get to her."

He quickly began to explain his plot to Dale. He'd have Olivia Benson in any way he wanted her if it was the last thing he did.