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Chapter 2

"Stop wiggling so much El, he'll be done quicker if you stayed still" Olivia said with amusement.

"Yeah, well we all can't hide a listening device in our earrings as easy as you" his glare falling onto a chuckling partner who was putting her finishing touches in the mirror. To make sure any information could be reviewed later, Cragen insisted on them being wired if they weren't going to be able to be armed. Elliot wondered briefly where she would have placed her weapon. She look dangerous enough, no bullets required. But knowing that she could handle herself pulled him out of his thoughts before they could wander too far.

His eyes wandered down to his belt buckle that Morales had outfitted with a transmitter. It would automatically send anything recorded to a SD card that if needed could be relevant to finding out what happened to their vic. The poor tech couldn't get the latch to stay put, and joked he shouldn't get too excited or he'd risk an uncomfortable spark in his pants before the end of the night.

With a quick meeting with TARU in a van just parked a block away, the couple was arm and arm as they entered the club for the first time together. Olivia played it cool when she didn't recognize the bouncer. Maybe she wouldn't run into anyone from that opening night. She sighed at the relief that she could focus on the case. No distractions… except the contagious smile on Elliot's face as he finally spoke to the petite blonde hostess.

"Welcome to the Swing Set. First-time experience in the lifestyle?" Suzette sauntered as she introduced herself.

Olivia felt his hand grasps hers a bit tighter. She didn't notice how deeply intertwined her fingers were into his until a rush of heat ran through her as he introduced them. This didn't feel awkward. Which now made her feel strange as they easily maneuvered through the crowds to the bar.

Elliot's POV

He was glad that their profile briefing was short. Just keep it simple, don't engage in anything, and keep the questions straight and to the point. They were to pretend that they were novice at this type of scene, and he was glad Olivia's appeared nervousness helped to seal the deal with the hostess that they were simply "taking it all in".

The friendliness of the atmosphere was welcoming. He was finding it easy to make conversation about his "pal" Jerry as if he was recommended like anything else as normal as a new show to watch instead of a new place to "play". When Suzette pointed them in the direction of Jerry's favorite playmate Cassandra, Elliot could sense a shift in his wife. He knew they'd have to stay open to finding out more about their vic's life but keep a good game face on.

As they exchanged names, Elliot's eye brow rose as he could have sworn Olivia was hitting on Cassandra. Maybe he imagined it. But he definitely didn't imagine the sudden jump as his partner leaned into him before whirling around to a smiling couple. It was like she was the prey and had been found herself as the sight of someone's next meal. But her confidence returned as she smoothly was pulled away from her husband's arm. Cassandra was whispering softly to him, and he slowly dropped his grip of his wife's hand to follow the seductress.

Olivia's POV

Her heart pounded as she felt the security of Elliot's hand being pulled away like a magnet when Cassandra nodded towards the back of the club. Typical man. A single glance in his direction and off he goes to chase the first thing in a dress... Wait. No. This was work. He was working. No need to feel jealousy. Especially when it was her fake husband. Focus Liv.

She was glad they both where wired, so she wouldn't have to imagine wherever he was heading to, following the obviously seasoned club member. The layout of the club was slightly different than her last visit, but she definitely remembered there was a "Themed Playroom" behind those veiled curtains that was more than tempting than the more innocent lounge she was left standing in. But now the warm security of Elliot's hand was being replaced by two sets of hands. And they were bringing a whole new level of heat to her flushed skin.

The couple had ordered her another drink before they made it to a private table away from the music. Both roaming their eyes over her as they skipped introductions and dove into making Olivia the center of their conversation.

"Since I'm new here... how do you two handle the jealously..?" she said after a long slow gulp of her new blue concoction. Damn this was strong. Maybe not too much more of this tonight. I need to stay focused, she thought to herself.

The gentlemen wrapped his hands around her curves while he tried to relax the "newbie". Thank God she didn't have a traditional wire pack on, those wondering fingers would have easily felt it under her leopard dress. She calmed herself by swiping her thumb across her new gold "wedding" band to keep her from drawing another nervous sip of her drink. She tried to regain her thoughts while they gave details of one of Jerry's many evenings at the club, and a little insight about his wife Jane…

"Jerry didn't say he brought his wife…" her case had a new light on it now, and Olivia couldn't help to hide her fascination.

Olivia didn't know which was more thought provoking… that "Plain" Jane had been playing at the club too, or that now the gentleman's hands that were once roaming her back had moved back to pull himself into his date… she had freedom. Now she might be able to excuse herself from their table before she was sandwiched again. Before she could think of a good enough reason to go look for her "husband", Olivia jumped again when she moved back from the table. Unable to move, she was frozen against a new body behind her.

This time she felt a strong hand gingerly move from her forearm and it stopped nearly wrapping their fingers gently around her wrist, effectively making sure she knew she shouldn't, or couldn't, move. A familiar scent she couldn't place filled her senses. This presence was taller than her "husband" and she didn't see Elliot sneak from behind the curtains during her conversation… but still the hand and the warm muscled body was very much behind her. And now a heated breath was leaning in towards the shell of her ear. The couple was still wrapped in each other's arms, reliving the animalistic story they had been telling their new prey, but neither seemed startled to see a new face at their private table. In fact, the young mocha skinned woman gave a knowing look at this stranger and flashed a welcoming smile. Man these folks here are sure friendly.

The breath only hung over her ear for a moment, but it was enough to have her mind reeling… where was Elliot? Who was this? Did she get made as a cop?

Then the low deep voice said knowingly but still a little unsure…

"Olivia..?"

Uhh oh, did Olivia run into someone from her past? Was she made as a cop? Who is this voice, and what is keeping Elliot..? Review and we'll find out more…

Do you know who the Mystery Man may be? Open to suggestions! Thank you for reading!