(A/N) First of all, I want to thank all of you for your reviews, and your subscriptions. I know most of you want to know if Olivia and Elliot are going to become pregnant. I'm sorry, but no. You'll see the solution in this chapter.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned the detectives, I do not own Olivia Benson and/or Elliot Stabler. Nor do I own the empathy belly, or own anything having to do with empathy belly.

Undercover Threats

Chapter 3

"I know, Captain, but what did you want us to do?"

Pause.

"I know."

Pause.

"I know."

Pause.

"Thank you, Captain."

Olivia turned to her husband, "What'd he say?"

Sticking his phone back into his pocket, Elliot told Olivia, "He was irritated, but he's found a solution to the problem."

"Okay...." Olivia waited for the solution.

"He's mailing us an Empathy Belly."

Olivia furrowed her brow. "A what?"

Elliot sighed. "An Empathy Belly. You can buy them online. They're like a body suit, but they come with all kinds of cool features. They simulate all kinds of different symptoms that happen to you when you're pregnant."

"So, you think it'll work?" Olivia asked.

"With all due respect, if Janet's friends are anything like her, I don't think we'll have a problem. You're not wearing it tomorrow

anyway."

"This is true." Olivia smiled. "So, I have a question."

"Okay. Shoot."

"Can we go eat now? It's 5:00." Olivia smiled.

"How's your steak?" Elliot asked Olivia across the small table they were seated at.

She looked up at him, "Good. How's yours?"

Elliot nodded. "Good."

Just then, Olivia quit looking at Elliot and stared straight behind him.

"Liv?" Elliot asked, wondering about her odd behavior.

Her head snapped down. She glanced up at Elliot. "Don't cause a scene, Elliot. Okay?"

"Cause a... What?"

"Livie!" Elliot heard from behind him.

Up to their table walked a man in jeans and a plaid shirt. He was about the size of Elliot, and had blond hair and green eyes.

"Hello, Paul."

Paul? Elliot thought, She knows this guy?

Elliot cleared his throat.

"Oh! Paul, I'd like you to meet my husband, Elliot."

Elliot stuck out his hand, "Nice to meet you." He lied.

Paul shook his hand, but then turned to Olivia. "Husband? Livie, you've settled down, hmm?"

Livie? Elliot almost barfed.

Olivia sighed. Elliot could tell she was uncomfortable.

"So, how long have you been married?" Paul asked.

"Three years." Olivia answered.

Paul nodded. "My wife and I have been married almost a year. Three years? And no little ones running around?"

"Oh, we've got one on the way as we speak." Elliot supplied.

Paul's eyebrows raised. "Oh! Really?" He looked at Olivia creepily, "Why, Livie, I couldn't even tell."

"Thank you." Olivia spoke quietly.

"Do you live here in Lima?"

"Yes. We just moved in today." Elliot answered.

"Really?" Paul was surprised. "Well, I hate to run, but I must be going. Why don't you stop by my place so we can chat some more, hmm? I live on Wellington Avenue." Olivia and Elliot's hearts sank. "I'm the house with the big pine tree in front, you can't miss it!"

And then, Paul was gone.