Olivia held in a moan as Vanilla ran her hand over Olivia's underwear. She didn't know why she was getting all wet as another woman was grinding against her, rubbing her private area. Olivia cursed silently at her body for its reaction. Olivia jerked away from Vanilla as the young woman started to kiss her neck.

"Listen to me Vanilla, you don't have to do this. I'm a detective I can help you okay. I can get you out of this, get you a deal, anything. Just please let me go,"

Vanilla grinded her knee into Olivia's clit and Olivia couldn't hold back her moan. The young girl on top of her, smiled and rubbed her breasts against Olivia's. "A cop huh? That's even sexier. Your not gay are you?"

"Please just get off me,"Olivia begged.

"Answer my question," Vanilla sat up and ran her hands along Olivia's stomach.

"No I'm not gay! Now get off of me you stupid bitch!" Olivia shouted at her.

"I can't tell," Vanilla said as she still grinded into Olivia some more.

Vanilla bent down to kiss Olivia and she turned her head as the young girl's lips came in contact with her cheek. Then Vanilla started to kiss Olivia's neck and she yelled and cried for her to get off of her.

"Get the hell off of my wife," Olivia's eyes snapped opened and saw Dean had a gun behind Vanilla's head.

Rollins ran in and handcuffed Vanilla and threw an NYPD jacket over her half naked body. Dean ran over to Olivia and threw his over sized blazer over her and cut off her restraints. Olivia started to and her body shook violently. He lifted her up in his arms and kissed her forehead.

"It's okay, Olivia. It's okay,"

"I feel...horrible,"

"I'm sorry,I'm so sorry," Dean said. "Let's get you home. The undercover job is over. They're arresting Axil right now, we can leave,"

"Dean please...I want to go home,"

"Okay...first let's get you cleaned up and I'll call...Brian for you,"

"No!"she said. "I...want to go home with you,"

"But what about your boyfriend,"he said hesitantly.

"I...don't want to see now. Just please get me the fuck out of here,".

#=#=#=#=#=#=Dean Porter's Apartment#=#=#=#=#=

Olivia walked into Dean's apartment and gasped at your luxurious it was. It looked like the undercover apartment but this one was more colorful and warm, and it made her feel right at home.

"There's only one bedroom so, I'll take the couch,"he said softly. He pulled her suitcases inside and closed the apartment door behind him. Dean sighed and watched Olivia standing in the middle of the living his FBI shirt that looked over sized on her, blue shorts, and a pair of black converses. "Olivia I'm sorry we didn't get there in t-"

"No, okay Dean. Let's just...I'm hungry,"she said. He watched her sit down on his lounge chair and nodded. He put her suitcases in his bedroom and then walked back in the living room.

He smiled as she turned on his tv, making herself right at home and walked in the kitchen. Dean put a pot of water on the stove, getting ready to cook some spaghetti for dinner and he heard Olivia's phone ring.

"Hello?"she said as she answered it.

"Yeah, Liv, Nick just told me your not undercover anymore? Where are you and why have you been avoiding my phone calls?" Brian said over the line and she could tell he was furious.

"I don't know why does it matter?"she yelled at him. Dean couldn't help listen in on the conversation and looked at her closely as she stood up with her hand on her hip. "Why don't you just keep that whore I heard you talking to!"

"What...what the hell are you talking about?"he asked confused.

"When you called me four days ago, you were talking to some bitch about money and she said ' well she must be a lucky woman if you're giving her this'"

"Wha...oh wait a minute. That's not what you think it was! You should have just told me in the first place, I would never cheat on you, and screw you for saying that!"

"Excuse me!"she shouted. "Well if you weren't with a whore than explain what she was talking about!"

"Liv...I can't tell you that. Just come ho-"

"Well I guess we have nothing to say," Olivia turned her phone off and smacked it on the wooden coffee table. How could Brian do this her? She laid her head in her hands and started to cry, feeling a few tears hit her bare knees.

Dean heard the whole conversation and walked over to Olivia before bending down and gently pulling her hands from her face. He saw the tears that were running down her face and he used his thumbs to softly wipe them away. She was sobbing and he saw her body shaking and making loud whimpering noises.

Dean kissed both of her eyes and Olivia smiled as he kissed her cheek. "Olivia you don't deserve that, you deserve someone who will make you happy. Voglio prendermi cura di te Olivia,"

He leaned forward and kissed her lips. His tongue penetrated hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Olivia pulled him closer and ran her hand through his thick brown hair.

Olivia pulled away and Dean cupped her face and started into her beautiful brown eyes. "Dean would you make a relationship with me work?"

"Absolutely,"

"Promessa di prendersi cura di me non importa cosa," she said running her hand down his arm.

"I promise,let me take care of you,"he said.

"Okay,"she smiled before he leaned in for another kiss.

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the svu characters. They are all Dick Wolf's amazing creations.