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The day she woke up to Elliot was first that Olivia met with a smile, no longer dreading the hours before her. It was ruined immediately by Dean Porter's insistent voice mails. She crept quietly into her room, leaving Elliot a note that she'd been called in before grabbing her work clothes.

Olivia dressed quickly in the dark, not wanting to wake Elliot up; she knew she'd never get out of the apartment on time. She ran out of the door, and hurried to work not knowing what to expect. Porter had only said that they'd made a serious breakthrough in a case and that they needed to speak with her.

On the way to work her phone rang again, this time it was Cragen. Before she could speak into the receiver he was already yelling into her ear.

"Where the hell have you been Benson? You need to get in immediately, the feds are here." Olivia told him she was a few minutes away before hanging up.

She wasn't sure what Porter was up to now, but every time she saw him unpleasantness followed. Olivia walked in almost warily, to find Porter sitting at Elliot's desk surrounded by three boxes of files and about four exhausted agents.

Everyone looked up at her when she walked in, making her suddenly self-conscious about how quickly she'd thrown herself together. Her eyes narrowed slightly when she saw Porter at Elliot's desk. It was a somewhat disconcerting reminder that he would never sit there again.

"Hello Olivia," he started before Cragen burst out of his office, with Munch and Fin close behind him. Cragen was holding a confidential case file, "We've just got confirmation on the DNA match, and it looks like our guys are back at it….someone will have to go in."

Olivia looked around the room at the dismal look that passed across everyone's face. "Can someone please explain what's going on?" she asked Porter.

He nodded, leading her over to their desks.

"There have been 60 bodies total found across three states, NY being one of them. We have reason to believe that they are all connected to one group of one-time drug traffickers who graduated from narcotics to women. All 60 women were missing their reproductive organs."

By now Olivia was sitting at her desk, staring blankly at the horrific photos that Porter was placing in front of her. " Each woman had her organs harvested, but our autopsies showed something interesting…they'd each undergone extensive hormone therapy , something on the scale of an egg donor. Olivia's head shot up at this, "they stole these women's' eggs…" she said, her voice trembling slightly before she gathered herself, " where do I come in?"

We've received information that they are planning to smuggle another ten women from Canada via the Ukraine within a month. We have that much time to situate two agents as prospective candidates, as an infertile couple looking for an egg donor."

"We have already made contact, but it's been almost impossible to infiltrate them, the only way is as prospective clients…then we get names, faces, and maybe even locations to help us find these women. I'm here for you Olivia, because I know you've done this before and that you can do it again. I'll be the other agent in with you, posing as your husband.

Her eyebrows rose at this, "why do you need NYPD, I'm sure there are at least a hundred well-trained female agents that can…"

"No, it needs to be you, there isn't anyone else who can work with the victims like you, and hold her own. Besides, your captain tells me that you're partner left; you're not on any assignments, no family, and no baggage. You're it."

Olivia looked over at Cragen, silently pleading. She couldn't exactly say, "I'm sorry, this won't work…I've just started sleeping with my ex-partner and I think we could use some alone time;" Although, that was exactly what she was thinking when she walked to her desk to call Elliot.

Elliot would be beside himself, he was already anti-Porter, and now with them finally sleeping together his jealousy would be, taxing.

Porter said they would meet at least three times with their contact before they would get to meet their egg donor, which was all the evidence they needed. The problem was, that they would be watched to make sure they were legitimate clients; they would have to live together and pose and husband and wife at all times.

Olivia called his cell but of course he didn't answer, that would be too easy. She needed to run home and pack some things before debriefing with Porter's team that afternoon. She grabbed her bag and headed home, ignoring Porter's offer for a ride.

When she walked through the door, the apartment was filled with the smells of breakfast and music. Olivia was surprised, she'd never been a morning person and usually just grabbed a tea or juice for the first hours of the day. She walked up behind Elliot, wrapping her arms around his waist and placing a kiss on his naked back.

Elliot turned around, pulling her flush against him and lowering his mouth to hers, he backed them up against the fridge. They kissed hot and deep until the smells of burning breakfast broke their trance. Elliot let go of Olivia long enough to turn off the stove, before reaching for the buttons on her blouse.

"Please say you have the day off and I can spend the next 12 hours devouring you." He said, sucking the sensitive skin of her neck between his teeth while he slid her blouse off of her shoulders.

"Elliot wait, there's something I need to tell you…" but never finished the thought as Elliot shoved a hand down the front of her pants, his fingers immediately finding her wetness.

"Already for me I see," he said, pulling his hand out and unbuttoning her pants.

Olivia watched as he slid her pants down her legs, taking her drenched panties with them. She couldn't even remember what she needed to tell him, her body was aching, pulsing in anticipation of him.

Elliot ran his hand up her leg as he stood, cupping her ass in his hands and backing them against the counter.

Olivia hopped up on the counter and ran her hands over his chest, scratching him lightly with her nails. She hooked her legs around him and pulled him in between her legs.

"Let's get these off" she said tugging his sweat pants over his taught, muscular ass.

Elliot sprang free of his pants and Olivia immediately started stroking him, up and down. He moaned lightly, " please come home early more often," moving her hand from him.

Elliot grabbed Olivia under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the counter, teasing her with his fingers.

"You're so wet" he said, sliding two fingers inside of her.

Olivia nearly came when his fingers filled her….he was going to be so pissed about Porter but she couldn't stop him yet, not when he was swirling his fingers inside of her.

Elliot watched her head fall back and her breathing increase. He pulled his fingers slowly out, before pushing his cock inside of her.

Olivia whimpered as he moved steadily inside of her, her walls slick with her arousal. He grunted her name with every thrust, moving harder and harder against her. She could feel him deep inside of her, hitting places she'd forgotten existed.

Elliot thrust inside of her faster, lifting her legs so that he could get deeper. He pulled her against him, slowing his movements a little to grind against her, their bodies pressed against one another.

Olivia moaned at their close contact and the fullness and heat of Elliot surrounding her and inside of her. She lifted her hips urging him to move faster, yelping when his fingers brushed against her clit.

"Cum for me," he whispered in her ear, picking up his speed while rubbing her sensitive nerves. She began to tremble around him, and that made him move harder inside of her, lifting her off of the counter.

Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to pound into her, her cries louder and louder.
"You like how I feel inside of you?" he asked, roughly taking her mouth with his and biting her bottom lip.

He thrust a few more times before they came together, her tight pulsing body milking him dry.

Elliot helped her down, admiring her flushed skin and his fluids leaking onto her thighs.

Olivia kissed him quickly before running into the bathroom, "clean up my kitchen and then we need to talk," she shouted to him.

Elliot did as told smiling to himself every time he looked at the country they'd just fucked on. But when Olivia emerged fully dressed and dragging a suitcase behind her, his smile fell quickly.

"Elliot, this was what I was trying to tell you….Porter called me last night, that's where I was this morning.

Elliot jumped out of his seat, his sweat pants hanging low on his hips and his entire torso flushed red with anger.

"Porter, what the fuck Olivia? I thought you were done working with that son of a bitch, every time you see him you end up hurt." He ranted at her, his mood very different from just a few moments ago.

"Elliot, it's over, the order came from high up…they need us to pose as an infertile couple, just like we did years ago, it's nothing new…I'll get in and get out.

"That bastard could have asked anyone, why do they need you?

"He gave me his reasons, which weren't very convincing but it doesn't matter…Cragen signed off on it, they are his orders just as much as Porter's."

Elliot was pacing a bit now," I can't stand the thought of you undercover without me to watch your back liv, why not get Fin or Munch in there…someone who knows you?"

Olivia shrugged, "Porter already made contact, he's the one they're expecting and I'm the wife….three meetings only, then we get to meet our donor…agents rush in, everyone is a winner…don't worry about me El."

Elliot stared at her, they'd only just gotten together and now she was going undercover with traffickers, if Porter slipped up even a little she would be on her own.

" El," she said cautiously, I know what you're thinking but don't, I won't be alone…we'll be watched constantly and if things go to plan I should be back in two weeks."

"Two weeks? With that bastard pretending to be your husband….this is …I'm….I'm not happy with this at all," he stuttered.

"Don't worry about Porter; I'm more concerned with the poor girls whose eggs they're harvesting. I don't mind being annoyed for a few weeks if it means I can save some lives Elliot, you know that better than anyone.

Elliot nodded, acknowledging that he'd been in the same situation.

"If he touches you…" Elliot warned, the veins in his neck popping ever so slightly. "Come here," he demanded, reaching out a hand for her. "If you're leaving for two weeks, we're fucking one more time….I want you barely walking when I'm through."

Olivia's eyes opened a little wide at his candor, " But I can barely walk now…besides, you did a lot in that kitchen….wouldn't want you to wear yourself out, old man."

Olivia didn't register Elliot moving toward her, but in the next moment she was flat on her back and he was settling between her thighs."

"El, we can't…I have to be back at the precinct in 30 minutes," She pleaded, looking toward her cell phone which was now chirping at them.

Elliot ignored her, and began unbuttoning her blouse hoping whoever it was would give up calling. But, the phone just rang and rang.

Elliot finally reached for her phone, ignoring the horrified look on her face. He saw Porter's name flashing on the screen and deliberately answered, "Porter….Elliot Stabler here, sorry about holding Olivia up...yeah, she promised me a quickie so I'm going to let her get on that and then she'll be on her way." He said, clicking the phone off and sliding it across the room.

Olivia stared at the phone and then at Elliot, mouth agape. "I cannot believe you just did that…what if it had been Cragen or his supervisor….what if he tells them what you said?

Elliot smiled, lowering his mouth to the cleavage spilling over her bra, "then they'll know exactly why you look like you were just fucked."

Olivia started to protest, but was silenced when Elliot slid down her body and started to unzip her pants with his teeth. She was in for several days of hell since Porter would no doubt be on her case about Elliot, deciding to enjoy him while she could, Olivia opened her legs wider.

Next: Liv's new assignment comes with some unforeseen complications.

Note: Sorry for the lateness…sometimes you need to take a break and revisit. Now, off to watch the new episode. Thanks for reading and reviewing.