okay, so yes, i know it's been forever. Sorry! I'm just going to go into it, because I'm pretty sure no one reads this part anyway.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOW OWN LAW & ORDER:SVU; DICK WOLF DOES.

"Anya! Hey, wake up!"

Olivia stirred in her sleep, not wanting to wake up into the hell she had been forced into. She knew that once she opened her eyes, she couln't pretend that this was all just a nightmare. She would be forced to live as if she was sold into a women trafficing ring, and she knew that nothing good was going to come from it. She felt someone's hand on her, and instantly her heart stopped. It was one thing when Elliot touched her, hell she was happy when Elliot touched her, but when someone else touched her, she couldn't help but cringe inside.

"Anya, wake up my sexy Russian," she heard Gordon say, as his hands trailed up her thighs to her breasts. She felt his hands linger on the skin of her chest, while he let out a small groan. She squeezed her eyes tighter together, hoping if she did, she'd wake up and this whole thing would be nothing but a horrible nightmare.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she heard someone ask, relief washing over her when she heard the all to familiar voice. She opened her eyes, just enough to see Elliot come into the room. "Parker said no one was to touch her."

Gordon looked over his shoulder at Elliot and scoffed, before continuing to toy with the buttons on Olivia's shirt. "Parker just needs to fucking get laid. He's way too uptight. Besides," he began, undoing the first couple of buttons, "this is a better wake up call than what those other bitches got."

Olivia whimpered, hoping he would leave her the hell alone. "Please stop," she whispered, her voice coated by another perfect accent. Olivia rolled over, trying to get away from Gordon, hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone. He, however, wasn't one to give up so easily.

"Now we're in business." He rolled her over, placing his knees on either side of her hip, keeping her still. "Now, you're going to do what I say. Got it?"

Olivia shook her head violently, trying to break free from Gordon. Not once did she open her eyes, fearing she would have to look into his eyes once again. "I don't answer to you," Olivia spat, pulling away from him, elbowing him in the stomach.

Gordon looked down at Olivia and shook his head. "You bitch!" he said, raising his hand to deliver another powerful blow to her face.

He moved to strike, however, before he was able to land the punch, Elliot grabbed his wrist. "You don't touch her like that. Parker finds out you did something to her, he'll kill all our asses." Gordon glared at Olivia once, before turning to Elliot.

"Kent, get the fuck out of-" Elliot squeezed his wrist, causing Gordon to cry out painfully.

"Out, now!"

Gordon looked at Elliot, before sighing in defeat. He pulled his wrist out of Elliot's grasp, before getting off of Olivia. He headed to the door, angry that Elliot had stopped him from having his way with their newest catch. "Just wait Kent. No one messes with Nathaniel Gordon and gets away with it. Your ass is mine."

Elliot looked over his shoulder at Gordon and rolled his eyes. "Get the fuck out!" he yelled, throwing the nearest object at the door. Gordon quickly rushed out of the door, closing it behind him to avoid being struck by the book. Elliot heard the door slam close, before the book hit it, and fell to the floor, landing with a thud. He turned to Olivia, who had curled herself into a ball, clutching herself tightly. He felt sorry for her. She had the rougher part of the operation. If it were up to him, he would have never let her do this. He knew what these men were capable of, and there was no way in hell he was going to put her in harms way.

He reached over, placing his hand on her arm. His heart broke when he saw her flinch, but he knew it had nothing to do with her being afraid of him. He'd work in Special Victims to know that after a tramatic event victims didn't want to be touched, and if Olivia was scared now, then he knew what was to come would only damage her even more.

"Liv, it's okay. It's just me," he cooed. He took a risk, gently rubbing her arm, hoping to soothe her. A small smile formed on his face when he saw her loosen up a little.

"El?" she asked, opening her eyes for the first time that morning. She let a small sigh of relief escape her lips when her brown eyes met his blue. "Elliot," she whispered, reaching out to touch his face. She needed to make sure he was real. She needed to know that he was really there to help her.

Elliot closed his eyes and took a deep breath when he felt her hand against his cleanly shaven face. "I'm here Liv. And I promise you," he began, placing his hand on top of hers. He opened his eyes so that they were met with her brown, before finishing his sentence, "no one is going to hurt you anymore."

Olivia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Don't make promises you can't keep," she whispered, fearing he wouldn't be able to keep his word. She knew he was going to be as overprotective as possible, but even that was enough to save her from everyone in the ring. She was going to get hurt, that was certain, but she didn't want him to get hurt as well. After all, he had a family back in Queens. He needed to stay unharmed, if not for her sake, than for the sake of his children.

Elliot took another deep breath, shaking his head clean of all the horrible thoughts that were running through his mind. "Here," he said, handing her a duffle bag. "Get dressed," he commanded, getting off of the bed.

Olivia opened the duffle bag and scoffed. "You're kidding me right?" She pulled out the halter top and jeans and shook her head. "No way."

Elliot folded his arms across his chest. "It's better than nothing, which is exactly what they were planning on having you in. You're welcome," he said with a smirk. "Now, change before I have to do for you."

Olivia looked at Elliot and knew he was no longer Elliot Stabler. He was Lucas Kent, a sex crazed hot head, and she knew that if she wanted to get out of this, she was going to have to listen to him. Without another word, she pulled off her shirt and threw it on the bed, before unbuttoning her pants and slidding them off. She looked up at Elliot and smiled when she saw how hard he was trying to control his reaction to seeing her half naked body. "Can you please stop staring," she said in her accent, a smirk plastered on her face.

Elliot looked at Olivia and groaned, trying to hide his growing erection. "I'm sorry, you're just so..."

"Naked?"

"Beautiful," he finished, flashing his famous smile.

Olivia looked at Elliot over her shoulder, before pulling up the jeans he had given her. "You don't have to put up an act when we're alone El," she said, staring at the floor, hoping to hide the blush that had crept on her cheeks.

Elliot watched as she zipped her jeans, before buttoning the top. "I'm not lying Olivia. You're beautiful." He smiled once more, hoping Olivia would believe him, before placing his hand in his pocket.

Olivia looked up at Elliot and smiled, momentarily forgetting where she was, so caught up in Elliot's eyes to remember what she was supposed to be doing. "Thank you," she whispered, grabbing the halter top from the bed. She took one look at the shirt and sighed, loudly, before turning around. Without warning, she unhooked her bra, and slipped the straps off her shoulder, letting the material hit the floor.

When Elliot saw this, he groaned. He forced himself to look away, although it took all he had not to sneak a peek. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to tug at his jeans for a little more comfort.

Olivia looked over at Elliot, noticing how hard he was trying to look away, and rolled her eyes. "I may be a Russian immigrant, but I still know that you can't wear this without the right bra. I don't have it, so I had to improvise." She looked at Elliot and smiled. "I'm done, you can turn around now."

Elliot turned around, partially relieved to see his partner semi-clothed, partially disappointed he hadn't made a move. "Wow," he whispered, inching his way toward her. The top was small on her, as it showed her mid-drift, and the jeans looked as though she had painted them on. Her hair, which was tossed around from her fitfull sleep, complemented her flashy appearance perfectly.

"Can you help me?" she asked, pointing to the strings that needed to be tied to keep up her top. Elliot nodded, before grabbing the two strings and tying them. "Thank yo-" she began, only to be stopped when she felt his lips on the back of her neck. "What are you doing," she whispered, too afraid to move.

He took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of her body wash. "I'm just enjoying our time alone," he whispered against her neck, his hands moving from their spot on her hips, to the bare skin of her stomach.

Olivia closed her eyes, silently cursing Elliot to pick now to show interest in her. She wasn't sure if this was really Elliot, or Lucas Kent, putting on a show for everyone. Despite her better judgment, she leaned into him, gasping when she felt just how much he wanted her. He placed another kiss on her neck, this time letting his lips linger. "El, Kathy?"

Elliot smirked, before placing a kiss behind her ear. "Kathy's not an issue. The divorce was finalized yesterday. Those were the papers she threw at you." He kissed the back of her other ear, taking another deep breath, letting himself drown in the scent that was purely Olivia.

Finally knowing that she wasn't going to be the other woman, Olivia let Elliot continue what he was doing. Her back began to arch into him, as his hands began to caress the smooth skin of her stomach. "Elliot," she moaned softly, trying to keep quiet. She wanted him to continue, but she knew that if they were caught, they would both be in trouble.

"Liv, I think I should tell you. I lo-" Before he could finish, the door swung open, forcing Elliot to push Olivia away from him, fearing what they would do to her if they were caught.

"Ah, good to know she's ready," Drew said walking into the room, his brother Tony not far behind. He ran a hand through his dark black hair, before turning to look at his brother. "Cleans up pretty nicely huh?" he asked, smirking when Tony nodded.

Olivia glared at the two brothers, before taking a few steps away from them. "Screw you," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Tony ran a hand down his face, obviously tired from dealing with all the other women. He was annoyed that they all put up fights, and there would definitely be hell to pay if he had to deal with her bullshit. "Hey Kent, Parker wants her downstairs."

Elliot nodded, before grabbing Olivia by the arm and dragging her out of the room. He dragged her downstairs, Drew and Tony following close behind, each taking turns staring at her ass.

When the four made it to the living room, they were met up with Parker, Gordon, Princeton and Karusso. Olivia took a deep breath, before getting back into character. "I said let me go," she said harshly, yanking her arm away from Elliot's grasp violently. She looked up at Gordon and Parker and gave them each a glare.

Parker took one look at Olivia, before focusing his attention on Elliot. "Didn't I say," he began, walking from his spot next to Gordon, over to where Elliot stood, "that no one was to touch her." Gordon looked up and met Elliot's eyes with his own. They both knew something was up, and until someone said something, the room would be held in suspense. Parker walked past Tony and Drew, finally stopping behind Olivia and in front of Elliot. "When I say no one is to touch her," he began, his hand cupping Olivia's face, holding hers close to his. He breathed in the scent that she released, before throwing her a smirk. "I mean, no one is to touch her." With that, he let go of Olivia, before turning around and facing Elliot. Without warning, he cupped Elliot through his pants, roughly, causing him to groan. "I suggest you take care of this. If you can't keep it in your pants, we're going to have a problem."

Elliot nodded, slightly embarrassed that he had been called out, especially like this. Parker smiled, before turning back to Olivia. "Good. Now, we have someone waiting for us, and we can't keep them waiting for too long. Drew, Tony, you two take care of the other four. I have potentials waiting for you. Princeton, you and" Parker stopped, his focus shifting between Elliot and Gordon. "You and Gordon go and check out the potentials. And Kent," he said, turning to face Elliot once more, "you're coming with me and Anya here. We've got a deal to make."

Elliot nodded, happy that he was going to be with Olivia. He was going to spend as much time with her as he could, he needed to protect her, and as of now, this was the only way he knew how. He grabbed her arm and followed Parker out of the house and into one of the cars, ignoring the glares Gordon was giving him.

He knew that Gordon never truly trusted him, and if he wanted both he and Olivia to stay alive, he was going to have to get Parker to trust him even more.

"Where are we going?" Olivia asked, slightly afraid of the answer.

"Don't worry about it," Elliot, rather Kent, said pushing her into the back seat.

Parker looked into the rear view mirror, smiling when he saw how frightened Olivia truly was. "You should be glad. You're the lucky one who doesn't have to sleep with anyone." He looked at her once more and smirked to himself. "Yet," he added, completely oblivious to the worried look plastered on Elliot's face.

He needed to get Olivia out of there, and fast. Even he didn't know what was coming, and if they wanted to survive this, they were going to need to trust each other, more than they had their entire partnership.

Yay, finally finished with this chapter. So, where are they going? What's up with Gordon? Will Karusso and Princeton ever talk? haha, review to find out.