Spoiler alert: Do NOT read if you don't wait to know! In the new SVU episode 'Savoir' there is a special guess start from OZ that has quite a scene with Elliot. Also, you will NEVER guess what happens to Olivia at the end of the episode. Epic! I LOVED it! I wonder how long that story arc will go on for. Once you see the episode please feel free to answer that question in the reviews/comments at the bottom. Now on with my story...

Chapter Three: Growing Pains

Manhattan SVU Squad Room

Friday August 14th, 20:22

Alex had called Jess before she and Olivia left the apartment. They picked her up outside of One P.P. just before eight on their way to the squad. True to form, the teen had all her essentials; her laptop in its bag slung over her shoulder, her iPhone and a pair of DC shoes on her feet. Jess got into the back of Alex's metallic black BMW X5. It always amazed Jess how much money the A.D.A. had. Well, that and the fact that she would not flaunt it. The younger blonde had priced out the sport utility vehicle that Alex drove. It was worth well over eighty-grand. Most of the time she never drove it, opting to either take a cab or let Olivia drive her black Mustang.

The three women arrived at the squad to find Captain Cragen and Stabler watching Munch and Fin interrogating Ronald Blaze. It was not uncommon for a Captain, detectives or an A.D.A. to view an interrogation through the two-way mirror. It was not common practice to let a minor watch one, although somehow over the last three months Jess had managed to finagle her way to the front of the glass; normally beside Captain Cragen. It never ceased to amaze Olivia what Jess could charm her way into or out of depending on what she wanted the outcome of a situation to be. The detective turned her attention to the three men on the other side of the mirror.

Fin was playing good-cop tonight. He was sitting on one side of the metal table. "Ronald we got your computers, man. It's not lookin' good for you."

Ronald Blaze was on the other side of the metal table, staring down at it. He looked up at Fin. "I have nothing to hide. I haven't done anything illegal."

Munch was standing beside Blaze. He leaned down until he was a couple of inches from Blaze's face. "You don't think kiddy porn is illegal?!"

Blaze did not flinch, not at the tone or sheer volume of Munch's voice. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Munch opened the file folder that was sitting on the table, between the suspect and his partner. The detective spilled out pictures they had taken off the website of the six young boys. Munch spread the pictures out in front of Blaze. "Look at these! You don't think you have done anything wrong, huh? These are children; poor defenseless little boys. But I guess that's how you like them isn't it you demented fuck!"

Blaze looked down at the pictures and then back at Munch, devoid of emotion. "I've never seen those boys before in my life."

Fin looked up at his partner. "Calm down man, Ronald here says he doesn't know those kids." He looked from Munch to Blaze. "See the problem Ronald is that we took these pictures off a website and we know you're connection to the site."

Ronald looked at Fin. "I have no connection to any website with those children."

Munch pushed off the desk heavily. "You are going down Blaze. We have your computers, your hard drives, everything we need to connect you!"

Fin stood up and walked over to Munch. "Maybe you should leave for a minute partner, get some air."

"You're probably right. I can't stand to be in the same room with this sick fuck!"

Munch stormed over to the door opened it, walked through it and slammed it behind himself. Fin sat back down and made eye contact with Blaze. "Sorry, my partner is having a bad day. He's right though, we have all your equipment man. It's only a matter of time before we hit the jackpot. If you come clean now we can help you. If you don't…well you take your chances with twelve members of the general public."

"I think I'll take my chances."

Fin shook his head. "That's not smart Ronald. You better think about this. The general public ain't that bright. I mean come on; you think John Q. Public is as smart as you?"

Blaze shook his head. "Probably not."

Fin cocked his head to the right. "See man, I knew you were bright. Look you really want twelve inferior people deciding your fate?"

Blaze said nothing. Fin continued. "Ronald you know what the general public hates? Jury duty. They gotta take off work, find daycare for their kids, and blow off lunch dates. They think it's the worst man."

Ronald sucked in his bottom lip slightly, contemplating what Fin was saying to him.

"Honestly, how sympathetic do you think twelve pissed-off people are going to be towards you?"

Blaze leaned forward and put his hands on the table in front of him. "You know what detective, you're right. The general public are a bunch of raging lunatics. The thing is though I have nothing to hide. I have nothing to do with any kiddy porn website and my computers are clean. Now, can I please go home?"

Fin had done all he could do. There was nothing left to say. He and John needed to re-group. Fin stood up, collected the pictures, put them back in the folder, turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Once inside the observation room he looked at all four detectives, his Captain and their A.D.A. "Well?"

Elliot looked at Fin. "I'll take a run at him. Liv, you in?"

Olivia looked from Fin to her partner. "Absolutely." Elliot met her eyes as she nodded. "You want to be good cop this time or bad?"

Stabler salivated slightly. He looked like he was about to sit down to a steak dinner as he rolled up his sleeves. "Oh, like you have to ask? Come on let's get this animal."

Cragen held up his hands at the two detectives. "Hold on, this guy is smart."

Benson looked at the Captain and quipped in a sarcastic tone. "Gee, thanks for the confidence Cap."

The Captain shook his head. "That's not what I meant." He tuned to Jess and she met his eyes. "We seized a laptop and external hard drive from Blaze when we brought him in for questioning. How much of his equipment did you and Morales get through today?"

Jess sucked in some air. Captain Cragen had never asked anything of her before. He had not needed to, she usually did grunt work for Morales. She had never been this deep in a case before. "We got through everything but one external hard drive and one computer tower, which are on the top of the docket for the morning. We were on the clock twelve straight hours today; Morales had to send me packing."

Cragen looked down at the young woman. "Did you find anything on the computers and external hard drives you went through?"

The teenager sighed slightly. "Honestly no. This guy", she nodded her head towards the glass she was standing in front of, "Ronald Blaze is good. I don't mean he hacks on weekends or is trying to defraud the elderly out of their retirement nest egg. I mean this perp is hiding something big. He has industrial strength firewalls up to keep other hackers out. The type used by high levels of government or military. Blaze also has high-grade scrubbing software installed on every hard drive to keep anyone who might actually be able to get through the firewalls and seize documents from ever fully recovering them. You're right Captain, he's smart."

The Captain looked down; when he looked back up he folded his arms across his chest and looked directly at Jess. "We're not going to get anything off that last hard drive or the computer are we O'Malley?"

Jess met Cragen's eyes and showed no fear. "Probably not."

The four detectives and the A.D.A. watched in silence as the Captain went hard at the young woman. Jess played the role of an adult well, but this was not a game and she needed to learn that. "Then how do you suggest we proceed O'Malley?"

The young blonde turned and looked through the glass at Ronald Blaze. He was probably five ten or eleven. He had a slender build; his hair was shoulder length and dark brown. Thinking back to his apartment she had seen a lot of comic books, masculine furniture and many electronic toys. The place had been immaculate when they walked in and there were no photos of women, aside from some tittie magazines in the bedroom. Ronald Blaze was a bonafide nerd. It takes one to know one and Jess was very much a nerd. She turned back to Cragen. "Send Stabler and Benson in, with a prop."

Olivia and Elliot exchanged looks. Jess had never called either one of them that before. Alex could only image what was going through the younger blonde's head. She was a little fish in an ocean right now; it would be interesting to see if she survived. Cragen was willing to give Jess some lead way with this. She had witnessed countless interrogations over the last three months, she was highly intuitive and he was out of options. "I'm willing to hear you out on this O'Malley. You put us in this jackpot, get us out."

Jess inhaled and the breath caught in her throat for just a second before she spoke. "Ronald Blaze is a nerd. I used the old 'it takes one to know one' approach to deducing that. He loves his comic books, electronic toys and tittie mags."

Munch jumped in. "I love all those things too. What does that make me?"

Fin could not resist as he shook his head. "Sad man, that makes you sad."

Jess turned her head and smiled at them. "Fin's right. However I surmise your apartment is a mess, newspaper clippings all over the walls and conspiracy theory books over any flat surface. Blaze's place was spotless, I mean 'Sleeping with the Enemy' guy spotless."

Elliot looked at Jess. "'Sleeping with the Enemy' guy? What does that mean?"

Jess shook her head as she looked at him. "The husband from that movie. He had to have the hand towels just so in the bathroom and all the can's had to be labels out in the kitchen cupboards. It was a compulsion." Jess turned back to the Captain. "Blaze likes things to be neat. Stabler should go in and mess things up. It will screw with Blaze and knock him off balance."

Olivia was surprised Jess had made the connections from the apartment to the man sitting before them. "While Stabler is in there messing things up, what am I doing?"

She would not give Olivia the satisfaction of breaking into a smile as she turned to meet her deep brown eyes. However the teen knew her quasi mother was not impressed. Nor was she going to be when she heard the answer. Everyone in the room took a slight step back in order to watch the young blonde and the skilled brunette square off; a fact that did not go unnoticed by either woman. "You? Well Benson, you have the most important job of all. Nerds, and I speak from experience, find certain qualities or attributes in a mate very appealing. I don't mean we just wish these attributes I mean we seek them out, obsess over them. Never underestimate the power of a nerd's desire. We will do or say pretty much anything to even be in the presence of someone that has what we like. If we find someone and can actually get him or her to talk to us we will put them on a pedestal. I hope you like heights."

Olivia crossed her arms and looked into the hazel eyes that were now dancing from holding in what she could only guess was a shit-eating grin. "You have got to be kidding me! You want me to go in there and flirt with him?"

The young woman stepped closer to Olivia. "You have what he wants." Jess looked Olivia up and down. "You did not bring the right prop though."

Elliot could not resist. He was no longer in punching distance of his partner so he opened his big mouth. "I gotta know, what is the prop?"

Jess slid her gaze over to Elliot on her right and then Alex on her left. The older blonde had come packing the right prop. "Alex's shirt."

Olivia shook her head. She had had enough. The brunette had played the heavy with Jess for the last three months but this was going to break her heart. "What the hell is the matter with you?!" The brunette and the blonde locked eyes. "Jessica, this isn't a game. You can't fuck around here, there are six little boys out there being sexually assaulted and that bastard in there knows where they are. How can you play your little games here when you've seen the videos on the website?"

It was hard for Jess to gauge the situation crumbling before her. Everyone was having trouble with it. She had to learn the magnitude of what this squad did. She was only sixteen but it was a lesson that needed to be learned and fast. Olivia had never lost her patience with Jess before, and had not called her Jessica since the first night the pair had met. The teen squinted slightly at the mention of her full name. "I know this isn't a game! I saw those videos; they make me sick!" Jess's tone became just above a whisper and her eyes went emotionless. "I see those little boys in my dreams" she narrowed her eyes at Olivia again, anger boiling over in them…"you think I'm fucking around here?! I'm not, Olivia! If you and El step in there and he messes up Blaze's hair, shouts at him, kicks his chair it will rattle him. If you sit there and play the ingénue with Alex's shirt on it will rattle him too, but in a different way. Politely ask El to leave and then you talk to Blaze. He won't be able to take his eyes off you in that shirt."

It was time for Alex to weigh in. Her lover and their daughter had just done ten rounds in front of the entire squad. "What is the significance of my shirt? Why can't Olivia just wear what she has on?"

Jess closed her eyes and sighed, trying to regain control of herself. She opened her eyes and stepped back, out of Olivia's personal space. Jess addressed everyone in the room. "The significance of your shirt is that it is fitted and button down; Liv's isn't. If she puts on your shirt, walks in there with at least two buttons undone Blaze will only be looking at two things. Nerds like very specific things in a mate; I did not say they were sophisticated things. All of Blaze's porno mags where of large breasted women; that's his niche. He's like the husband in that movie he can't help himself. Benson and Stabler go in there. Stabler plays the heavy and rattles Blaze. Benson plays the sexy ingénue and sweet-talks him. I'm telling you this hump will sing given the right circumstance. He is the key to the website. I got this squad jacked up and this is how I'm going to get you out."

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. Cragen uncrossed his. "You make a good case. Stabler, Benson get in there and sell it."

Olivia shot her Captain a look. "You can't be serious."

Cragen looked at her. "As serious as a heart attack. You and Stabler have done this routine before, I've seen it. O'Malley made some good points; I think we should listen to them. Alex would you mind switching shirts with Olivia?"

Alex was not sure what to say. If she agreed to switch shirts Olivia might never forgive her. If she disagreed Jess might never forgive her. Either way she was fucked. "I guess not."

Olivia shot her a look but the two women left the room for the locker room. Fin walked over to Jess and looked down at her. "You know what you're doing?"

Jess was not about to roll over and play dead yet. Bravado, false or not went a long way in life. "Totally."

Fin tilted his head to the right. "I believe you."

The two women returned and had swapped tops. Alex's shirt was about a size and a half too small on the detective. Alex had roughly two inches on the detective but Olivia had muscles over height when it came to the A.D.A. The shirt was too tight, in all the right places. The four men in the observation room lapped it up. Jess and Olivia locked eyes, the deep brown orbs where filled with anger towards the tiny blonde. The detective had no doubt that this would be a disaster. The now dark green eyes were filled with regret for putting the woman that cared for her so much on display, that and disappointment. Not only did Olivia not believe in Jess but also was under the impression that the teenager was not taking this case seriously; that Jess was somehow unaffected by the enormity of the case and its young victims. Without breaking their eye contact Jess spoke. "Gentlemen, stop drooling, it's unprofessional."

Olivia squinted slightly at Jess and hissed. "Oh right, and this is the epitome of professionalism."

Jess shuddered slightly as she swallowed. The comment had cut at her heart but she remained silent, just taking it. What could she say? Elliot stepped towards Olivia and said quietly. "Come one, let's squeeze this guy." The partners stepped towards the door, opened it and walked through, closing it behind themselves. Jess let out a breath she had been holding in. She turned to the glass and watched. The detectives, their Captain and their A.D.A. turned and peered into the interrogation room. In the reflection of the glass Alex could see the emptiness etched across Jess's face and the pain in her eyes, the kid's heart had broken.

Olivia sat down where Fin had been minutes earlier. Elliot opted to stand by the caged window. Olivia crossed her legs and smiled at Blaze. "Ronald Blaze, I'm Detective Olivia Benson and this is my partner Detective Stabler."

Blaze looked at Olivia. She was beautiful and had a great set of tits. He eyed them through the shirt she was wearing. He followed them up to where they stuck out of her bra and the shirt that was too small for her. "Please, call me Ron."

Elliot turned to Blaze. "Well Ron, we have some questions about your computers."

Stabler's voice shook Blaze out of his trance. He looked at the detective. "I said Olivia could call me Ron. You Detective Stabler can call me Ronald."

Elliot walked quickly over to Blaze. He put his left hand on the back of the chair Ronald was sitting in and his right hand on the table in front of him. "I'll call you what ever the fuck I want." He seethed. "Now, what is with all the firewalls and scrubbing software on those hard drives?"

Olivia was impressed. For a guy who hand not been able to follow the lingo earlier today her partner had managed to school himself enough to ask the correct questions tonight. Blaze looked at Elliot. "What about them?"

Elliot smacked the back of Blaze's head with his left hand. "Come on Ronny! What are you, stupid? 'What about them?'" Elliot mocked. "Why would you have that kind of software?"

Blaze had been caught off-guard by the smack to the back of the head Stabler had thrown him. He had actually jerked in the chair from the force. "Protection."

Stabler looked from Blaze to his partner. "Protection? Do you believe this guy?" Elliot pointed to Blaze with the index finger of his left hand.

Olivia looked sympathetically at Blaze. "You can never be too careful these days."

Ronald looked at her. "That is so true."

Elliot ruffled Blaze's hair with his right hand. "Awww…Ronny what is there to be scared of man?"

Blaze ducked and moved out of Elliot's reach. "I told you to call me Ronald. For your information Detective Stabler, there are countless predators out there just waiting for you to be stupid enough to let your guard down. Than bam, they hack your computer and have your identity."

Benson looked fondly at Blaze. "Stabler, Ron is right you know. I had my identity stolen last year. It was awful. I had to cancel my credit cards and get a new drivers license."

Ronald smiled at Olivia. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. You should invest in some really good firewalls. I could recommend some if…"

He was interrupted by Stabler who kicked the chair Blaze was sitting in with so much force it nearly knocked him and the chair completely over. Elliot grabbed Blaze by the collar of his shirt. "The only predator I'm worried about is you! Your computer is locked up tighter than a nun's snatch. The only people that are that paranoid are people that have something to hide. What are you hiding Ronny!?"

Blaze stuttered as he spoke. "I'm…I'm not hiding anything. Olivia make him stop!"

"Listen to yourself Ronny. You're begging for a woman to help you. Stand up and be a man! What do you know about the kiddy porn website!?"

Blaze's voice broke as he spoke. "Nothing, I don't know anything about a website."

The crack in Blaze's voice indicated to Olivia that he was sufficiently out of his comfort zone. Elliot had spooked him. It was time for her to step in. "Stabler! Let him go."

Elliot relinquished his grip on Blaze's collar and Ronald slumped back into the chair. Olivia caught Blaze's gaze as she spoke. "Stabler I think you should leave. Get a coffee or something. Ron would you like something to drink?"

Ronald straightened his shirt. "Yes thank you. I would like a diet Coke, not regular but diet."

Stabler shook his head tuned and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Olivia continued to look at Blaze. "I'm so sorry. My partner can be a tad overzealous at times. Are you okay?"

Blaze looked back at Olivia. "Oh I'm fine. He doesn't scare me."

Olivia shifted slightly in the chair and crossed her legs the other way. "I bet it takes a lot to scare a man like you huh Ron?"

Ronald gave her a half smile. "Well, I don't want to brag. Listen I can suggest some really good firewalls for you. I don't want anyone stealing you identity again."

Benson winked at Blaze. "Thanks Ron, I really appreciate that. I feel better knowing that you are looking out for me."

Blaze enjoyed the wink, to the point where he blushed slightly and looked down at the table.

Olivia spoke smoothly to Blaze. "You know Ron I don't think we are that different. I really like your apartment. Chelsea is a really great area to live in. I've always wanted to move there."

Ronald looked up at Olivia but his eyes only made it as far as her breasts. "Why don't you live in the area then?"

Benson could tell Blaze was losing control over himself at this point. "I can't afford the rent. But you, Ron you seem to have it all together."

Blaze smiled. It was hard to tell if it was because of the compliment or because Olivia had sighed after the sentence causing her chest to rise and fall. "I like my job and I get paid very well for it."

Olivia continued to play into the fantasy. "Really? That's such a nice thing to hear these days. What do you do for a living?"

Ronald was almost in a trance as he spoke. "I maintain a website for an old friend of mine."

This was it. Olivia had him and she knew she could keep him. She pushed her arms together as she squealed slightly in false excitement. This caused her breasts to lift, push together and almost fall out of her bra, and Alex's shirt. "Ooooo…really? What is your friend's name? Maybe we could all meet up for a drink sometime?"

Blaze was mesmerized by the heaving mounds. They were perfect, better than the ones in the magazines he had at home. "Markus, Markus Pharaoh. We've been friends since high school."

Benson knew there was only so far she could go. If she got him to confess too much else it would never be admissible in court. He had not been morandized and she would not be able to pull that off. A friend would not advise you of your rights, and Ronald considered her a friend at this point. "What kind of a website do you work on for Markus?"

Something snapped inside of Blaze and he looked from Olivia's breasts to her eyes. "What?"

"I just wanted to hear more about your job Ron. What you do for Markus."

Blaze furrowed his brow. "What is going on here? What is happening?"

It was the end of the line. Benson had extracted all the information she could out of Blaze. It was debatable whether or not he could actually be charged with anything. Olivia smiled at Blaze. "Thanks Ronny, you've been a big help." The detective stood up turned and walked towards the door.

Blaze was furious; he slammed his fists down on the desk. "What is happening? You can't leave me here! I want to go home!" Benson opened the door, walked through it and slammed it behind her.

Olivia was met with five pair of eyes. There was one pair missing. Olivia sighed and looked at Alex. "Can we charge him?"

Alex shrugged. "With what? So far all we know is that Blaze was sending and receiving emails from an unknown source. It appears the communication was hidden among java script used to hide the streaming origin of a child pornography website."

Cragen looked at Cabot. "That has to count for something Alex. I mean come on, how could he have been doing that unless he was aware of what he was doing? He was able to hide the communication in the java because he was creating the java. If he was creating it it stands to reason that he knew what the website was producing."

Alex stood straighter to address the Captain. "I can't make a case on reason. I have to make it on fact. The I.P. addresses and email traces were enough for a warrant to search and seize. It is not enough to charge Blaze, never mind convict him. Don, this would not get past a Grand Jury and you know it. There are no facts here."

Munch looked at Alex from over top of his glasses. "He gave us the name Markus Pharaoh. We'll start there."

Alex nodded to him and made eye contact with the rest of the squad. "Call me when you have something."

Elliot ran his hand over his mouth and sighed. "What do you want us to do with him?" He nodded to the glass and the man on the other side of it.

Cabot looked at Ronald Blaze. "You can hold him for twenty-four hours without charging him. After that you have to cut him loose. I suggest you get as much as you can on Blaze and Pharaoh before you let Blaze go."

Cragen addressed his squad. "Alright people it's going to be a long night. I want Markus Pharaoh's name run through every possible search. Start local with the usual suspects. If that yields nothing we'll cast a wider net."

The men left the room and went to their desks, leaving Olivia and Alex in the observation room. Olivia closed the door leading to the squad room and the women changed shirts. The detective looked at Alex. "When did she leave?"

Alex looked coldly at Olivia. "After Blaze gave up the name."

Benson knew Alex would be livid with how things had played out between her and the teen. "You mean after I practically tit slapped that scumbag?"

Alex let go of the buttons she was fastening and shook her head at the detective. "You've tit slapped plenty of suspects before. It is a tactic Liv and you know it. I've seen both you and Elliot take a lot more liberties than that before. 'It's all in the name of getting the confession' is what the two of you always use to say to me. So what is really bothering you? Is it that you did not believe in Jess and it turned out that by using her tactics you have the second solid name in this case? Or is it that you called her Jessica and you know Brian Nudds called her that? That takes her back to that night in the diner every time someone refers to her by her full name?'

Olivia was angry with herself. She had lost control with Jess earlier and she had to make it right with the kid. The detective looked down, unable to meet Alex's eyes. "Both."

The blonde said nothing as she finished with the buttons. She walked over to Olivia and hugged her. "Then tell her that. Liv, you scared her. You are her guardian; God only knows what is going through her mind right now." Alex whispered in her ear.

Olivia started to cry. "I know. I really fucked up. I have never rejected her, ever. Jesus, Jess must think she is going back to Foster Care."

Alex held the woman she loved tighter. "She might think that yes. You have to show her that no matter what happens between the two of you that you will never give her up."

Olivia pushed off Alex gently. "Do you know where she went?"

The blonde shook her head. "No, but I know it won't take you long to figure it out."

The brunette nodded. "Will you stay for a few minutes and take her home for me. I have to stay here."

Alex gave a half smile and nodded. Olivia turned and opened the door to the squad room. The women stepped out and walked over to Olivia's desk. Alex sat down in the detective's chair. Olivia walked over to the staircase and mounted the stairs to the crib. She opened the door, stepped inside and closed it behind her. She cleared her throat. "Jessie, I am so sorry for what I said down there. I did not mean any…"

"Where is Ally?" Jess said cutting her off.

Olivia walked over to the cot the blonde was laying on, her back to Olivia. The detective could tell by the tone of Jess's voice she had been crying. "She is downstairs."

Jess sat up, stood up and turned to face Olivia. The young blonde's tone was one of defeat. "Then that's where I'll be."

The detective shook her head. "No, Jess please listen to me. I am sorry. You were right and I was wrong, so wrong. I should have never doubt…"

Jess looked into Olivia's eyes. "I'll pack my stuff tonight. In the morning I'll call Sharon Wilkinson and have her pick me up. You tried your best Livie, I know you did. I'm damaged and we both know it. I'm sorry. I love you and I feel sick about what I did to you. I'm sorry; I'm just so sorry Livie. I never mean to do that to you…I so sorry…"

Olivia was stunned. Her jaw fell open slightly and her eyes widened as she saw emptiness and genuine sorrow in the dark green eyes looking up at her. "Jessie, what are you talking about? You are not calling Wilkinson; you are not going to a group home. You are going home, to our place."

The teenager was losing her grip. "How can you want me at your place? How can you even look at me?"

The detective was lost. "Jessie, I don't understand. Why wouldn't I want to look at you?"

Jess lost complete control. "I pimped you out! I made you wear that shirt. I knew he would look at you the way he did." Jess shuttered and put her hand over her mouth. "I sent you in there to be sexually assaulted. Why would I do that? How could I do that to you? I love you and I pimped you out! Oh God…" Jess's tone turned into a whisperer. "I am so sorry Livie. I'll go…I'll go tonight."

Olivia pulled the child towards her and Jess fell into her arms. The blonde could not stop herself; she continued to repeat the words. "I'm sorry"

The detective rubbed Jess's back and cooed to the young woman. "Jess, listen to me. You did not pimp me out. That is not what happened down there. Flirting is a tactic that we use all the time; you have seen me do it in countless interrogations. Elliot uses it on women and I use it on men. We see it the same way we see roughing a suspect up or playing mind games with them. You did not do anything wrong. I did. I should never have spoken to you the way that I did. It scares me that you see as much as you do. I thought letting you work in Computer Crimes would get you out of the squad room. You were spending too much time here; seeing too many deplorable things. You deserve better than that, to be shielded from these hanus situations and people. Now you are right back in it and knee deep. Watching you read Blaze, seeing you make all the connections and then having you set up the interrogation it made everything so real to me. I fucked up Jess. I'm screwing you up, I'm putting you in danger by letting you see what you have. It is going to do irrepairable damage to you and I can't…'

Jess put her arms around Olivia for the first time and clutched the back of her shirt. "You are not putting me in danger. I like being here. I miss the squad. I like watching the interrogations and listening to you guys run your cases. I won't come around anymore. I will quit Computer Crimes. I will do whatever you tell me too, I swear. Livie, please…please don't send me back to the group home. I don't want to go back there…I don't want you to leave me. I'll be good, I swear."

The brunette held the begging child in her arms tighter. "You are not going anywhere. Jessie, I will never let you go, ever. No matter what you do or say I will never give up on you. You have to believe me; I will never give you up."

Jess let out a sigh of relief. "You are the only one that understands me. I need you, Livie."

The detective kissed the top of Jess's head. "I need you, too."

Alex took Jess home and the detectives went to work. They stashed Ronald Blaze in the crib for the night, with two uniformed officers with him at all times. Search after search was conducted and yielded little in the way of information. The detectives called it quits at two in the morning. They would re-group in the morning around eight.

488 Amsterdam Ave

Residence of Detective Olivia Benson

Saturday August 15th, 06:30

Alex woke to her detective lying beside her. The blonde's gaze went from Olivia's head on her chest, to the brunette's right arm draped over the blonde's flat stomach and then finally to the older woman's right thigh draped over her own right thigh. Olivia Benson was the sexiest woman she had ever met. Alex raised her right arm and stroked the chestnut coloured hair on Olivia's head. After four strokes the detective stirred. After the fifth stroke the brunette flexed her hand over the blonde's stomach and grabbed her side, pulling their bodies even closer together. With the sixth stroke Olivia spoke. "I love the way you smell."

A small giggle escaped Alex's mouth. "What exactly do I smell like?"

Olivia inhaled deeply and exhaled as she spoke. "Like vanilla and heaven."

The blonde smiled lazily. It was moments like this that she would miss the most. She stopped stroking Olivia's hair and started to lightly trace erratic patterns on her back with her index finger. Alex ran her finger down the detective's spine, making her giggle and jolt at the sensation. "Do you know what you smell like?"

The detective's trademark crooked smile appeared on her face as she opened her eyes and looked up at the A.D.A. "Sweat, the squad room and coffee?"

Alex smiled back. "That and…nirvana."

Olivia pushed herself up on her left elbow, bent down and kissed her lover. The women became an entangled mess. Olivia on top then Alex on top. The blonde broke the kiss first. "We don't have enough time to play right now. It's six-thirty; you have to be at work for eight."

The brunette sighed. "You're right. Counselor, I do reserve the right to pick this up right here at a later time."

Alex laughed and nodded her head. "Your request is officially on record."

Olivia laughed and pushed off the bed. She dressed in a robe and went out to grab the paper from Jess in the kitchen. As she walked down the hall in her bare feet she noticed that Jess's bedroom door was closed, something that almost never happened. When Olivia made it to the kitchen there was no music, no paper and no Jess. The detective walked across the living room and over to the door. She unlocked it, opened it and looked down. The New York Times stared up at her. Olivia furrowed her brow as she bent down and picked it up. As she closed the door and locked it again it occurred to the detective that Jess almost never slept passed seven in the morning. Olivia eyes darted from the front page of the paper to the shoes lined up by the door. Jess had four pairs of shoes, all DC skate shoes and a pair of sandals. The kid had only come to her with two pairs of DC's but had somehow managed to acquire the rest in a short period of time. There were always four pairs of DC's lined up at the door when Jess was home, this morning there were only three. FUCK!

Olivia ran from the door of her apartment to Jess's room and threw the door open. The teen was pretty anal when it came to being neat. Olivia's apartment had never been so organized before. Aside from a ridiculous amount of Post-It notes lining most of her computer monitors and desk, Jess's room was immaculate. The child's bed was made, dirty clothing was in the laundry basket and clean clothing was in the dresser or closet. There were three key things missing from Jess's room, a cell phone, a laptop and Jess. FUCK! Olivia stormed out of the room and into her own. She stomped right over to the bedside table, ripped open the drawer, her service weapon hitting the front of the drawer and yanked her cell phone out. Alex looked up at her wide-eyed. "What's wrong?"

The detective was seething. She shot Alex a look after she had scrolled through her 'recently called' numbers and hit 'talk'. "Our daughter is in the wind!" she said through clenched teeth.

Alex sat straight up in bed. "I thought you talked to her last night?" The A.D.A. shot out of bed and was trying to find clothing on the floor to put on. "Why would she go to the group home?! You assured her you would never send her back there, why would she leave us?" She asked panic stricken.

Olivia was about to answer Alex when Jess's voicemail clicked on; she waited for the beep and tried to hide her anger. "Jess, you know who this is. Call me back, I mean it call. If you text me or Ally we will take your iPhone away from you." It was a harsh threat considering Jess had paid for her iPhone. Olivia had to lighten the message somehow. She had scared the kid pretty badly the night before and still felt overwhelmingly guilty about it. "P.S. next time leave a note." The brunette hit the 'end' button on the phone and looked at Alex, who had one leg in a pair of jeans…and no panties on. "Jess isn't going to the group home. I'll lay odds she's on the subway headed for One P.P."

The counselor sighed and smiled. She had to hand it to Olivia. She knew their daughter inside and out. "She is obsessed with this case. I mean seriously she is consumed by it."

Olivia shook her head and shot Alex a sideways look as she spoke, sarcasm dripping from her words. "Yeah, I wonder where she gets that kind of drive from."

Alex laughed out loud. "It is amazing how much she sees and picks up."

The detective's laughter subsided. "I know what you mean." She looked lovingly at Alex. "Jess has picked up your composure and vocabulary. Did you see her yesterday?"

Alex met Olivia's warm eyes with her own. "I did, and I was proud. She has picked up your attitude and instinct. You have to admit she ran that interogation well. Apparently you have picked up her vocabulary. P.S.?"

Olivia smiled as her eyes moved down the absolutely perfect alabaster body of the woman she loved. "Sweetheart, where were you going in those jeans with no panties?"

The blonde shot Olivia an eat-shit grin. "P.S. You're a bitch"

After that comment Olivia lunged for Alex and missed by an inch. Alex yelped with a smile on her face and ran, as best she could considering one leg was still in the jeans, around the bed. Olivia pounced on her and the pair fell onto the bed, the brunette on top. "We may not have a lotta time to play this morning…but I want to taste vanilla."

One Police Plaza

Computer Crimes

Saturday August 15th, 07:35

Jess had called Olivia once she had reached her desk and looked at her phone. She thought she was in trouble until Livie had come out with the P.S. part in the message. It had actually made Jess smile. She had an ear bud in her left ear; the other was dangling down the front of her. The blonde was listening to house music from her iPhone as she piled through Ronald Blaze's second tower. There had to be something here; she knew it.

Morales strode through the door about twenty minutes after Jess arrived. It felt bizarre to him having an assistant. Jess really wasn't his assistant. For the purposes of her being able to work in Computer Crimes that was what he and Jess had to agree to with Detective Benson. While Jess did report to Morales so did a bunch of other techs. He did keep an eye on her and gave her work to do. This case was the first time he was really seeing what she was capable of and he was impressed. Without looking up or stopping her fingers on the keyboard Jess addressed Morales. "Bagel, eggs and home fries are in a container in the fridge. Just heat them in the toaster oven."

Morales smiled. "Thanks. Does Benson or…uhh…Cabot know that you are here this early?"

It was the first time Morales had mentioned Alex as any part of Jess's life, and the blonde thought it was funny. Funny to the point that it stopped her dead in her tracks, she looked up from the computer monitor at Morales and smiled. "Yes, they both do. I called Livie once I got here and she put Ally on so I could speak with her, too. Is it weird to you that they are together?"

Morales smiled slightly at the thought of those specific women waking up together this morning. No he did not think it was weird. Hot…yes…weird…no. He shook his head absentmindedly. "No I don't think it's weird. I had just never clued in until yesterday."

An evil grin played across Jess's face. She knew this look; she had seen it before on a few familiar faces. "You're thinking about them together aren't you?"

The slight smile disappeared from Morales's face as a red hue took over. "No!"

"It's okay Morales. I think most men that know them think about them together. I won't tell, I swear."

Morales sighed and said sheepishly. "Thanks. You want to take a break from that for a minute?"

Jess shrugged. "Sure what's up?"

The tech smiled at the teenager. "How much do you know about GPS?"

The blonde gave a half smile. "The United States military developed the Global Positioning System. It is the only global navigation satellite system in the world, can be used pretty much by anyone, anywhere on earth. You can go down to your local Best Buy and purchase a GPS device for less than a hundred bucks these days."

Morales rolled his eyes as he grinned at the blonde. "Is there anything you don't know?"

The teenager shrugged. "Tons. What's with GPS?"

"Come take a look at this."

Morales walked over to a cabinet, Jess stood up and walked toward him. He opened the cabinet and took out a small box. Morales placed the box on the counter underneath the cabinet. He looked at Jess. "Open the box."

While holding the box in her left hand Jess ran her right hand over the top of the box before opening it cautiously. "Worms aren't going to crawl out of this are they?"

This garnered a chuckle from her superior. "Naw"

With the top off the box Jess peered inside. With her right hand she picked out one of two small identical metallic disks. She held it between her thumb and index finger. "Let me guess, watch battery?"

Morales shook his head. "Nope, GPS tracking device."

The young woman was bewildered. "No way! It's so small. You could put this anywhere."

Morales looked at Jess sideways. "That is sort of the point."

Jess gave the Morales an eye roll. "Very funny. How do you track this?"

A half smile appeared on Morales's face. "With this program." He turned and walked towards his laptop and Jess followed. Morales opened the program and showed Jess how to use it. The kid was hooked. "Can I install the program on my laptop and test it out?"

Morales squinted his eyes as he looked at Jess. "This is expensive stuff Jess, they are not a toy."

The blonde looked up at Morales. "If I get something good from Blaze's laptop or external hard drive that was seized last night when they picked him up can I borrow the GPS equipment?"

The tech looked down at Jess. "If you break this case you can borrow the equipment for two days, that's it. There is one catch to using this stuff. The small disk that is the tracking device has to be linked to the program on the laptop before it is planted. If you link the disk to your laptop it can only be tracked using your laptop. It's pretty high grade stuff, that's why we only have two."

Jess smiled from ear to ear. "Sweet!" She put the small device back in the box and handed it to Morales. He put it back in the cabinet and went to heat up the breakfast Jess had made him. Jess went back to her desk and Blaze's computer.

It may have consumed her all night, to the point where sleep was never going to come. It may have consumed her this morning when she gave up trying to sleep and got up, cooked breakfast, showered and left for work at six-thirty in the morning. She'd be damned if she let Ronald Blaze win. Lucky for Jess hell wasn't looking for her today. Hidden expertly in a file were files upon files of saved data about the child pornography website. It was as if Blaze had backed up his java script in this file. Dumb Ass. Jess uncovered as much as she could before becoming so antsy she had to stand up.

Morales had heard Jess's typing pick up about twenty minutes earlier. He estimated that she normally type roughly one hundred and seventy words per minute. In the last twenty minutes he figured the number had risen to about two hundred. The teenager was notorious for listening to house music for hours while running searches or decoding files and never moving. When she had shot up out of her chair it had made Morales jump. "What the hell is going on?"

Jess started to dance to the music in her left ear. "I told you people! I told you! Oh yeah! That's right! EAT IT, Blaze!" Jess stuck both her middle fingers up at the computer screen.

The young woman was witty, cunning and for the most part unbelievably composed at work. Morales laughed out loud. "What did you get?!"

Jess looked at Morales, a grin plastered across her face. "I got him Morales. We got this motherfucker dead to rights!" The tech could not help himself. He got up out of his chair and bolted to Jess's desk, where she had one of Ronald Blaze's external hard drives and monitors hooked up to one of the towers. It took a minute for him to take in the many files Jess had decoded. He was blown away. "This is it. It's all here."

The blonde had stopped dancing and was now standing beside Morales. "The dumb ass backed-up the work he did on the website on this hard drive. He hid it well, but it's all there."

Morales looked sideways at Jess. "In black and white, kid. You did it. Better call Benson and Stabler. They are going to want to see this."

Calling Olivia and Elliot was protocol but Jess felt she had jammed the SVU squad up enough this week. She thought it best to call Alex first and make sure that the backed-up files were enough to charge Blaze.

Manhattan's SVU Squad Room

Saturday August 15th, 11:26

Alex had left Olivia's apartment the same time as the detective had. She had driven across to Central Park West to her own place, grabbed her gym clothing and had hit the gym for two hours. Alex had been finished at the gym around eleven o'clock. She called Olivia and asked her out for an early lunch date; the detective obliged the A.D.A.

Olivia had decided that she needed to speak to Alex about their relationship before they made any decisions. The lunch date the blonde had called and asked her out on seemed to be the best time. A few minutes before Alex was to arrive Olivia quietly left the bullpen to freshen up in the ladies room.

When Alex arrived she saw Munch, Fin and Elliot all working at their respective desks. Olivia was nowhere to be found. The A.D.A. sidled up beside Elliot and cleared her throat. The detective did not jump, but he was taken aback, given the look he shot up at the woman beside him. Once resignation set in, his eyes softened. "Oh hey, Alex. To what do we owe the pleasure of your presence this fine Saturday?" The sentence was laden with sarcasm, implying that the A.D.A. probably never worked Saturdays. It was an assumption on the detective's part, and it did make him look like an ass.

Alex shot him a sideways glance. "I'm looking for Liv."

Elliot sat back in his chair and took in the tall woman standing beside him. She was dressed in a pair of somewhat relaxed jeans; an over-sized light blue baggy t-shirt that she wore off the shoulder, showing off the fact that she was not wearing a bra. On her feet the A.D.A. had on light blue three-inch heels. Even on a Saturday when she was not due in court and was coming from the gym Alexandra Cabot was dressed to kill. Elliot finally made his way back up to Alex's eyes. "I'll bet you are."

The A.D.A. rolled her eyes at him. "Any idea where she might be?"

The detective looked towards his partner's desk, expecting to find her sitting there. He actually frowned when he saw her chair was empty. "Actually no I don't. Hey you guys seen Liv?"

Elliot addressed the other two detectives in the room. As Alex turned to do the same she was met by looks from Fin and Munch similar to the one Elliot had given her a minute earlier. "Gentlemen? Do you know where Olivia is?"

Munch and Fin cleared their throats and looked at Alex's face. "No."

"Sorry Alex I'm not sure where she is."

The sound of a Guns N' Rose's song interpreted the room.

"Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet child o' mine
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Sweet love of mine"

Before Alex looked at the front of her cell phone she knew who was calling. She answered it immediately. "What's up, Jessie?"

Jess was still standing in the room that housed her and Morales's desks. "I think I may have found something in one of Ronald Blaze's external hard drives."

The A.D.A. could tell Jess was trying incredibly hard to stay composed over the phone. "Then why didn't you call Liv and Elliot?"

It was a valid question that any A.D.A. would ask under these circumstances. Lines had to be drawn in the sand when it came to protocol in an investigation and Jess had to learn that. "I know I should have called them but I wanted to make sure that what I found was enough to charge Blaze."

Alex smiled but continued her hard line with Jess. "Protocol is that you hand over whatever you have to the detectives assigned to the case and they present it to me. This, what you are doing now, does not fly. Call Livie and Elliot and hand over what you have."

Jess could not take this. She was so excited about what she had uncovered but was scared that Olivia would find something wrong with it. "Ally please. I really messed up with Livie yesterday. Can't you please come over here and see what I have?"

Olivia walked back to her desk. Her clothing instantly felt inadequate once she saw how put-together and yet relaxed Alex looked. The woman had style and the brunette ate it up. It appeared the blonde was sort of arguing on the phone with someone. "I absolutely will not come and see what you have. Jess there is a chain of command. No A.D.A. in their right mind would even take your call about something like this. Call Liv or Elliot."

A sigh came from Jess on the other end of the phone. "Fine. I know you are right. I'm sorry. See ya tonight."

"I love you, Jessie."

This garnered a smile from the younger blonde. "I love you, too, Ally."

Alex hung up and it was only a matter of time before Olivia's cell phone would go off. The blonde looked at the brunette. "Our dau…' Alex caught herself. She and Olivia had slipped into calling Jess their daughter very easily; neither woman was willing to say it to Jess's face let alone call her that in front of the squad. "Jess will be calling you shortly. I think she might have found something on Blaze's hard drive."

Elliot looked at Alex. "Why didn't she call us?"

This was going to sting. "I think she was scared to bother you guys. That she would be wasting your time. Jess wanted me to come down there and make sure what she had was enough to charge Blaze."

The sound of Elliot's cell phone interrupted the conversation. He looked at the caller ID and raised his brow. "Hey, Jess, what can I do for you?"

Olivia and Alex listened as Jess answered him.

Elliot nodded his head. "Okay, okay. We'll leave now. Thanks Jess. Bye." Elliot disconnected the call. "Jess has something to show us."

The brunette sighed. Not only was her lunch date cancelled but it was clear Jess was not over what had happened the night before. Alex could tell Olivia was bothered by the fact that Jess had called everyone but her when it came to the new information she had on the case. It was also apparent to the blonde that their lunch date was not going to happen. The women had been open with the detectives about their relationship. They had always been professional while they were on company time. It was Saturday, Alex's wasn't on call and the Captain wasn't in. Perfect. Alex sidled up to Olivia, put her hands on the hips of the detective and pulled their bodies together. "Make sure you and Jess are home for dinner. I'm cooking." The blonde kissed the brunette, passionately. Olivia returned the kiss in spades, running her hands from Alex's shoulders down her back and hooked her thumbs into the belt loops on the back of the blonde's jeans.

It was as if all the air in the squad room had been sucked out of it with their kiss. It could also be blamed on the other detectives in the room, as they collectively sucked in air at the women's shameless display of affection. The kiss ended mutually and Olivia turned to Elliot. "Let's go partner."

Elliot shook his head as Olivia and Alex walked past him towards the door. As Elliot turned he raised his eyebrows and with a half smile on his face looked at Munch and Fin. The partners had the same half-dimwitted smiles plastered across their faces as Elliot did.