AN: Sam I loved your idea so much that I'm going for it. Title has been officially changed.
Haters
Allen Roberts was a persistent man. When the cell phone from Catherine Rigby's case rang with a special text message for the 1-6 precinct, all of his suspicions were put on hold.
Olivia Benson was out of the picture and the detectives were handed a location and the living unharmed body of the girl.
Allen had to wonder why somebody would go out of their way to kidnap a child just to return her three days later with not one scratch on her body and food in her stomach.
With no other sources and no real harm done, the unit was pressed to move on.
The week went by and new cases came in.
Allen was assigned to new case work, but in the back of his mind he consistently thought about it.
He robotically moved through the security metal detectors and walked like he was holding a stick up his ass through the long hallways of the FBI's Manhattan headquarters.
Just as his eyes felt heavy from lack of sleep and the beginning of the day faded into reality he rounded the corner and saw her.
Tall, dark, glowing, and headed right for the 50-80th floor elevators like she'd owned the building.
Allen slipped into the elevator behind her and when she turned to press the button their eyes met for the first time.
"Allen," Olivia said with a hint of bitter annoyance.
"Olivia Benson, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"Business," was all she said before turning her face in the direction of the doors and watching the lighted numbers slowly rise.
Allen squirmed behind her. "You're not planning on working here are you, Benson?"
The elevator dinged open and Olivia stepped out of the small space before turning to look at him. "I do work here," she said as the doors closed on Allen's slack jawed reaction.
Allen stewed in his thoughts all the way to the seventy-th floor.
It's not that he had it in for Olivia, but he did have it in for her neighborhood super hero act.
As long as Allen could remember Olivia Benson was getting the ticker tape parade and a plethora of leniencies.
He was convinced that Olivia was nothing but a rule bender and a show off.
She was on the front page of the New Yorker far more than he'd cared to see, and because of her heroic fame she'd gotten away with more than he was comfortable with.
These equations made it easy for Olivia to get away with murder and Allen had no doubt in his mind that she could pull it off if she needed to.
Allen marched into his office and sifted through the paper work on his desk. The Rigby case shuffled in his mind.
The only reason he even got the case was because of a lead pointing to terrorism.
The original perps they were trying to catch were said to be using abducted children and anal explosives.
All of the cases lead them to a leak in the child services department and someone with access to background checks and facility files.
When the call came that the Manhattan Children's home was on fire and potentially targeted, Federal agents were put on high alert to make sure that every child was accounted for.
The rat in the system was still eating his…or her way through their files, but Allen was on a mission to be the first man to set a trap.
He had no reason not to suspect Olivia Benson and now that she had wormed her way into his building, it was his goal to keep an eye on her.
Even if Olivia wasn't involved in the abduction, then who was, and how were they connected to the hot-headed brunette.
The owner of the cell phone was still a ghost and the edited videotape came back clean.
All Allen could figure was if Olivia wasn't the culprit then someone was setting her up and in turn could lead him to the raise he so evidently deserved.
Money wasn't his only factor. To him Olivia was personal. There was something about her success that drove him mad.
Allen couldn't keep the grin Olivia gave him in the elevator out of his thoughts.
The shear goody two shoes attitude that came from her tilted lips made his hands wring.
He quickly picked up the cup of coffee from his desk and dumped the hot liquid down his throat. Then he grabbed his badge and headed to the 52nd floor, Federal sex crimes. He was going to make sure everyone on her floor knew how reliable she could actually be.
SCENE
"Dean, hi," Olivia smiled as she walked into her office and dumped her briefcase next to her desk.
Dean sat in a chair finishing a phone call. He nodded and quickly ended the call as she sat at her brand new Federal executive desk.
Olivia crossed her legs and held herself with a confident sweetness in the smart black and white skirt suit that she wore.
Dean took in her radiant smile and sat back in his chair. "Look at you, Olivia. I bet you never thought you'd be sitting in that chair."
Olivia laughed ", you're right I didn't. Thank you, for recommending me."
"Are you settled in?"
"Ah…kind of, "Olivia said with a nervous smile. "I mean, I won't be out on a case for a while. You know until-"
"The baby, right."
"But, so far I feel good. Intense, but good."
Dean stood up and winked at her before turning for the door. "I knew you'd fit in here. Well, I've got a day, but I wanted to stop by to welcome you to the team. I'll see you at lunch."
"Oh," Olivia didn't have a chance to say anything else Dean was gone and waving at the secretary before she could even think about pulling herself from the leather chair. "Ok, lunch. Thanks for asking, Dean. Dino."
She flicked the eraser of her pencil to the top of her desk and mumble to herself ", you know cause I had plans, but you are just so much more important. Dean Porter."
"Ms. Benson."
Her secretary's voice pierced through the intercom. Olivia jumped and threw the pencil onto her desk.
"Yes," she replied with a forced air of confidence.
"Rodger Wilson on line one."
Olivia futzed with the high tech phone and pressed the intercom button again. "Thanks Eileen."
She sat and starred at the buttons trying to remember what she had to push first in order to get line one to connect. "Eileen?"
"9 and then line 1."
Eileen hates me, she thought. "Thank you."
She waited for a response and then mouthed a "Your welcome", before clicking onto Rodger's line.
SCENE
"Did you watch 'Die Hard' last night," Chester said as he and Elliot headed into the Precinct.
"Naw. I was too busy dieing in Olivia's terribly hard bed. "
"Oh, man it's my favorite movie," Chester cried as he gave a few punches to the air and went into his best Bruce Willis. "You mother fucker. I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna fuck'n cook you and I'm gonna fuck'n eat you!"
Elliot curled his lip and joined in. "Now I know what a TV dinner feels like."
They both laughed and Chester slapped Elliot on the back. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about man. That shit gets me pumped!"
Elliot's laughter stopped, when he rounded the corner and saw Allen Roberts hanging over his desk fingering his picture of him and Olivia at her going away party.
He placed a toothpick in his mouth and grabbed the photo from Allen's hand. "You want to keep your filthy hands off my desk Roberts?"
"Elliot, I need to speak with you."
"About what?"
Allen looked at Chester, who stood next to Elliot with his arms crossed, and then back to Elliot. "Privately, detective."
Elliot's bottom lip stiffened and he followed Allen into a conference room. "What's up?"
"I need to ask you about Olivia Benson."
"What now?"
"Well I'm just taking a stab in the dark here, but you and her are involved. Am I accurate about that?"
Elliot squinted unable to even think about the fact that this moron works for the terrorist division of the FBI. "I really don't' think that's any of your business and what's it to you?"
"I'll take that as a yes. What is her involvement with the FBI?"
"You work there. Why don't you tell me?"
His question answers were irritating Allen. Allen's eye twitched and he threw down his brief case. "Detective, I'm only trying to clear your ex-partner's name, now you can choice to cooperate or I can start an official investigation."
Elliot thought for a moment about what exactly Allen was trying to find. He pushed the toothpick back and forth in his mouth and then cracked his neck. "My only knowledge of Ms. Benson's involvement is that she is now working for the sex crimes department and that she is very good at her job. If you need anything more than that you'll have to ask her yourself."
Elliot turned to leave but then stopped himself. "As long as we're unofficial, what may I ask are you needing this information for?"
"Its classified information."
"Does this have to do with the Rigby case, cause I can tell you, you're wasting your time. She is not connected to your little child trafficking terrorist group, ok?"
Elliot's temper started to boil. He got close to Allen's face. "Now, I realize you're, 'just doing you job', but I'd appreciate it if you took your ass off of your head and started looking at different avenues. This issue is saturated. If you're still not satisfied – make it official ok buddy."
Allen sniffed in his nose hair and wiped his sweaty forehead with a tissue. "You can bully me all you want, but I know that you're hiding something. I'll figure her out detective. I will figure her out."
Elliot was already out of the door before Allen could finish.
He headed for the streets to take his lunch break. Clicking on his phone he called Olivia.
"You've reached Olivia Benson, Federal Agent in sex crimes and child pornography. Leave a message and someone will report back to you within 24 hours. Thank you."
"Liv, it's me. I'm heading to lunch early. Meet me when you can. Love you."
SCENE
Dean pulled the chair from the fancy table in one of Manhattan's finest restaurants. Olivia took the seat and sat uncomfortably across form Dean.
Dean smiled at her and opened his menu. "This is my favorite place. It's great to actually sit down and catch up with you. It's been months. How are you?"
"I'm great. I've made a lot of changes since the last time you've seen me. Elliot and I are-"
Dean pulled the waitress to the table. "Can we get a bottle of Cabernet, please."?
"Um, Dean, I can't drink that."
Dean paused and looked at her for a moment. "Oh. Oh yeah, I guess you can't. She'll take-"
"I'll have water please. That will be just fine."
The waitress smiled and asked ", would you like sparkling, bottled, distilled, iced, or flavored?"
Olivia's mouth hung open trying to figure out how water could suddenly become so high maintenance. " Ahh….tap?"
The waitress lifted her head from her notepad and embarrassingly mumbled. "I'm sorry, we don't have tap water."
"She'll have bottled," Dean replied grabbing the menu from Olivia's hand. "Don't worry about the menu. I know exactly what you'll like. Just trust me."
"Well, Dean, there are a lot of things that I can't eat at the moment, so I'd really like to look-"
"Olivia, there's nothing here you can't eat."
"That's really not the point. I'd like to see the m"
"So when are you due?"
Olivia blinked back her aggravation and smiled. "Four weeks."
"Wow, that's around the corner."
"Yep."
"How's the job coming along?"
" I'm just getting the hang of it. Before I know it I'll be on a hiatus. Then I'll start doing official agent work, which will be completely different from what I'm doing now."
"You're a natural, don't sweat it."
"I won't."
"I'm eagerly awaiting to work with you again. It's gonna be great. I might even be able to get you some undercover work."
The waitress brought Olivia her bottled water and poured it into her glass as she tried to speak around her arm. "Well Dean, I'm not going to want to take a n undercover job for a while if ever."
"Right, I know, the baby, but come on Benson, where's your sense of adventure? The kid will be fine."
"Elliot and I made an agreement that we needed to be as stable as we can be for a while, so adventure was put on the back burner to say the least."
"Elliot and you. How long is that going to last?"
"What do you mean by that?"
Olivia was highly offended by his remarks she looked at her cell phone to check the time then back at him for his smug answer.
"Well, Liv-"
"Olivia."
"Olivia, you can't possibly expect that to work. You're so much better then the NYPD. Fed's is class baby. You can't be mixing that. It's a fine idea, but let's face it, it's like trying to mix oil with water."
Olivia glared at him and then something took her eye away from his face.
At a table in the corner she saw Dani and a tall man with dark hair and a strong complexion.
They were both in nice outfits and looking very serious and melancholy.
Olivia thought about her apology to Dani for false accusations and a black eye.
Dani didn't give into forgiveness right away, but after a few minutes of explanation both women decided that they were wrong and called a truce.
Olivia thought about walking over to them to say hello and then Dani looked up from her menu, saw Olivia, and ignored her stare.
Dean turned to see what she was starring at. "Olivia?"
She pulled her focus back to him. "I should go."
"Is something wrong?"
She thought about him for a moment. Wanting to tell him he was wrong about so many things in life, but she decided it was just going to be a waste of her energy.
He was the kind of guy who would remain a bachelor for all of time. It wasn't her obligation to change him.
She pushed her chair back and smiled to keep the peace ", no, nothing is wrong. It's just that I promised Elliot I would eat lunch with him today and if I leave now I won't be late. Thanks for the water."
Before leaving the restaurant she peered over at Dani's table. The chairs were empty. She looked around the room once and saw not a sign of their existence.
It was funny to her how quickly the number one restaurant in New York could all of the sudden have so many empty reviews.
P.S. I made a youtube fan video awhile ago and I thought you all would enjoy it. If you get time check it out. It was my way of being completely addicted to the MAC I just bought. I Movie rocks my world! And also, I think that if there was ever an SVU musical that Nellie McKay would write the best music for it. She has some awesome detective like music and I used one of her songs in the vid. I know, I'm a HUGE dork. You all need to smack me. Tell me to get a life. Oh and you have to take the spaces out of the address because FanFic won't allow websites in this program. So there it is.
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