Friday night and it was showtime at La Dama. Olivia and Nick were dressed the part, as they strode through the entrance of the exclusive club. The former was draped in an all-black, off the shoulder, Calvin Klein, curve clinging dress, that stopped a few inches above the knee. While the latter, was dressed in uniform as 'propiedad' should be. A black, sleeveless muscle shirt and fitted dark blue jeans completed his look. As they walked in, he made sure to always be three steps behind his 'dama'. The night before their official night undercover, Nick and Olivia, undercover alias' Manuel and Grace, spent the entire evening working out every detail of their approach to the assignment.

The Night Before…

"Juan said that the balance between dominant and submissive is interchangeable depending on the situation," Nick explained while he placed some photos on the makeshift whiteboard in their undercover Upper Eastside apartment. "So, I figure when we walk in, I should linger behind you a couple of steps. Demonstrate my obedience to you for the onlookers. Juan said all eyes will be on us, being newbies and all. We have to sell it. Show my submissiveness to you to entice them, seduce them with some overt PDA. He said the dominance piece doesn't come into place until…ahem, until the bedroom. That's the only time when propiedad displays any dominance," Nick's discomfort was obvious. Even though he and Olivia wouldn't go all the way over the line, they would have to teeter it just enough to convince the other damas they belonged.

Olivia was just as uncomfortable as her partner. She knew in order to sell their 'relationship', heavy PDA was going to be something they just couldn't avoid. There was no doubt in her mind about agreeing to the undercover operation. Stopping the female predators from promising green cards (that were never received) to younger, undocumented, Hispanic men in exchange for sex was more than a good enough reason for her. However, it still felt wrong to be doing anything remotely sexual with anyone besides Amanda. Their relationship, that she valued more than anything, wasn't on the sturdiest of grounds, at the moment. But she'd assured her girlfriend that they would get through this assignment and move on with their next chapter. Now that Nick had voiced his ideas, she decided now would be a good time to set up some ground rules and clear the air, just to keep everything on an even keel.

"Ok, got it. Now let's talk about some other stuff…" Olivia began. Even though she figured Nick already knew or speculated, this was important for her to say out loud, directly to him. "Amanda and I are together. As a couple. In love. Actively looking for a place to live together." Her eyes met his as that revelation washed over the room.

Nick's lower jaw twitched with tension, as he tried to keep his face neutral. He kind of figured they were hooking up or whatever. But he definitely didn't think it was anything real or serious enough, that living together was an option. He swallowed his anger, ego and (hopefully discreet) jealously, "Liv, I—"

"I'm not done," Olivia needed to get through the much-needed convo without any interruption. "I told her about the night at the river…"

Fuck.

Liv saw Nick's expression change at that reveal, "She overheard us the day you dropped by my place that morning. She uh, she was there, in my bedroom…"

What the actual fuck?

"She asked for the story behind our ahem, heated little chat and I couldn't lie to her. Needless to say, she isn't thrilled with you at all. This undercover op either. But I did try to reassure her that all of that was in the past." Olivia's voice softened for the delicate question she had to ask next. "Whatever all of that was, it's uh, it is all in the past now. Right, Nick?"

The detective was put on the spot. He couldn't even make eye contact with his partner because he feared that she would see right through him. She's asking for his inner most truth that he doesn't even let himself believe most times. His feelings and emotions toward his partner are something he really can't put into words. It's complicated and hard to describe. Part of it is a feeling of protection. He and Olivia's partnership wasn't easy or wanted at first but once they got over the new partner jitters, it was the best partnership he'd ever had. Earning her trust and respect meant everything to him. Her being there during his hard times and dissolution of his marriage solidified his fondness of her. If he were being completely honest, the timing when things started to turn for him was when he shadowed Olivia and Amanda undercover. Seeing a different side of his partner, began to stir things up for him. That night at the river surprised not only Olivia but him as well. However misguided his actions were that night, he could no longer deny what he felt after the embarrassing moment.

Nick could barely face his truth, let alone disclose it to Olivia. As much as he hated to, he lied. "Yeah, it is. We're all good, Liv."

He still hadn't made eye contact but Olivia didn't push it. She just wanted her partner back and focused on the job at hand. "Ok, good. Now, tell me more about this dominant/submissive charade we have to pull off…"

Present Time…

Detectives D'Antoni, Rollins and Tutuola were staked out in an old gray van a block away from La Dama. They had audio surveillance only as their co-workers, Benson and Amaro, tried to infiltrate the club and its predatory women. Everything was in place and the only thing left to do was wait. Amanda never was a fan of stake outs but this one in particular, she loathed. She would have to listen first hand to her girlfriend doing goodness knows what with fucking Amaro. Pissed was an understatement, the blonde was so on edge that her other partner could practically feel the steam radiating from her body. There was only so much a woman could take. However, she was a professional first and would do everything in her power to keep her attitude in check. The bigger picture being far more important, than her jealousy and disdain for Amaro.

"Wish we could've got some cameras in there," D'Antoni stated, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the audio surveillance van. "Actually, wouldn't mind being Amaro right now," the newbie detective let out a low whistle of appreciation. Rollins had to literally bite her tongue to keep from biting D'Antoni's head off.

"Really, new guy?" said Fin with more annoyance than anger present in his voice. "Do yourself a favor and shut it while you're behind."

"Yes sir."

Before the female detective had time to send her partner a grateful 'thank you', Olivia's voice purred in her ear from inside of La Dama.

"Mi hermoso armor," Grace formerly known as Olivia began, accent perfection. "Ven a sentarte conmigo…"

"Whoa!" exclaimed D'Antoni while fanning himself. "Benson's bilingual?! Niiiiccce!" When he looked over to the other two detectives for an answer, he noticed the stern looks on both their faces. "S-sorry." He then mimed a sealed lip gesture and threw both hands up in surrender.

Back inside, Manuel formerly known as Nick responded, "Como desees hermosa," he took the brunette's hand and brought it to his lips for a lingering kiss, as he slid into the booth closely against her body. Then, he wrapped a stray brunette lock behind Grace's ear before he whispered in it, "Three o'clock, two women, eyes on us."

She subtly glanced over Manuel's shoulder, then whispered back to him, inches away from his mouth. "Mmhmm, definitely watching," her voice was low and sensuous, as she stroked the side of his face in an intimate gesture.

"Let's give 'em a show…" those were his last words before he closed the remaining distance between them and claimed the brunette's lips.

Nick's low groans of pleasure mixed with Olivia's soft sighs were penetrating the eardrums of the detectives listening from outside. If hell were indeed a real place, Amanda figured this must be a preview of it. The absolute torture that she was currently experiencing was indescribable. All of the blood in her body boiled and she didn't know how much more she could take. To hell with the case, to hell with the job. She was one second away from bursting through La Dama's doors and strangling Amaro with her bare hands. Before she put her plan into motion, her cell phone dinged.

They're just working Amanda. That's it. Breathe. The text was from her partner, Fin. Even before any audio came through, he saw his partner struggling to keep her cool. He didn't want to talk in front of the newbie but he needed to remind Rollins, it wasn't real.

I'm fine Fin. She responded to the text, even though she was anything but what she claimed. Although she knew Nick and Liv were just pretending, her mind couldn't stop replaying when they were just 'pretending'. Amanda's pretending had stopped pretty early on in their undercover op and she found herself falling hard for her faux girlfriend. Even though she'd never admit it out loud, she was extremely worried that history could repeat itself. And the thought of that possibility was slowly driving the detective mad.

Yeah ok. Tell your face that…

Before Rollins could respond, more action from inside of La Dama came through on audio.

"So, Grace how are you enjoying our exclusive little bubble here?" Raquel, one of their new acquaintances, asked.

"Oh, I'm enjoying it thoroughly," replied Grace.

"Good. That's what I like to hear." The attractive raven-haired woman then turned her attention to the man in front of her. "And what about you, Manuel?" She was practically undressing the handsome detective with her piercing blue eyes.

"He enjoys whatever I enjoy," Grace answered with an assertive tone, as she caressed her partner's face intimately, never taking her eyes off the two women.

"She's testing them," Fin stated to the other two detectives in the surveillance van.

"Right. Trying to make sure that Amaro is indeed Benson's bitch. Feminism, am I right?" Sarcasm dripped from D'Antoni's rhetorical question. After being met with nothing but silence, he facepalmed. He didn't even need to see the other detectives' faces to know that he'd stepped in it, yet again. He righted his wrong quickly, "Shutting up now."

Back inside, Raquel was clearly impressed with the faux couple. She addressed the woman sitting beside her, "Go and fetch Julie for me, she'll want to meet our new friends."

Grace and Manuel exchanged looks at the mention of one of their target's names. They made sure to keep a calm demeanor as their radars went up a notch. One minute later, a five-nine, mid-forties, flowing blonde-haired, green-eyed goddess approached the table. Julie whispered something into a waiter's ear before she slid into the booth beside Raquel.

"Welcome," she offered a hand across the table. "I'm Julie."

"Thank you. I'm Grace and this is my Manuel," the brunette shook her hand, while keeping a protective hand on her partner's knee.

"Well, your Manuel is quite something, Grace…" the bombshell raked her eyes over every inch of the male detective's toned body. He subtly squirmed in his seat. Needless to say, being submissive didn't come naturally to him. Being ogled and salivated over like a piece of meat, was unsettling. However, his discomfort would have to be pushed down, so that he and his partner could get to the bottom of whatever the hell was going on inside of La Dama.

"Yes, he most certainly is," Grace agreed before she leaned in closer to the women and lowered her voice for the next part. "The things this man does to my body, mmm. Makes my eyes water just thinking about it."

"Really?" The two women said in unison, as they leaned in closer for more deets.

"Mmhmm. Best fucking sex of my life…" After that assertion, the brunette crashed her lips against Manuel's for an obscene, deep, tongue-tangling kiss. The smacking of their lips and tongues, once again penetrated the ears of the outside detectives.

"Goddamn Benson's good!" exclaimed D'Antoni, as a deep crimson invaded his cheeks. "She's either one hell of an actress or Amaro really has hit tha—"

"Shut the fuck up, D'Antoni!"

Amanda's lid finally blew. It was difficult enough listening to her girlfriend rounding the bases with that prick partner of hers. Without the newbie pouring salt onto the wound. Insinuating that Liv and Nick were secretly screwing, caused her rage to explode from deep within. The blonde's anger was at the point of no return. She snatched the headphones off her ears and stormed out of the van, slamming the door with force behind her.

"Rollins!"

Fin called after her but it was to no avail, she was already halfway down the street. Anger, hurt and pain clung to the shattered southerner. Her mind raced with thoughts and images of Nick and Olivia. She couldn't stop them from flooding her mind, as the tears formed in her eyes. Amanda knew there'd be hell to pay later for her unprofessionalism but at the moment, she was just too devastated to give a damn. She felt as if she were losing herself, more specifically, losing Olivia and that absolutely terrified her.

AN: Thanks for reading and sticking with me. A lot of back and forth with the perspectives in this chapter. Hopefully, it was easy to follow. Apologies for the missed responses on PM's and reply links, alerts haven't been working. FF is weird sometimes. I really appreciate your feedback (+and-), thanks again.