Olivia walked into the strip club a couple hours later. She didn't really change much about what she was wearing. She was supposed to blend in with everyone who tumbled in after work. She saw Elliot walk in, wearing a muscle shirt and jeans. She watched him find a seat near the front of the club and order a drink from the scantily clad waitress who, instead of bringing him a real beer brought him water in the green beer bottle as instructed earlier by the detectives. Olivia had a glass of ginger ale next to her that was made to look like some sort of mixed drink.

They both kept scanning the crowd, looking for someone who looked especially sketchy. Unfortunately there were a lot of sketchy looking men. After watching the surveillance tape from the other club, she thought she might recognize someone, but as of right now there was nothing.

A couple of girls were on the main stage and Olivia looked around for Alex. She finally spotted the blonde, now with a brown wig, at a pole at a private table. She was almost positive the guys Alex was dancing for weren't the rapist. They all looked like frat guys who were celebrating anything they could think of with strippers and beer.

Olivia was momentarily distracted by the way Alex was moving her body. The flexibility and grace in which Alex moved around the pole was completely sexy. Not to mention the tiny tube top and really mini skirt she was wearing on the table. She looked different in the wig, but not so much that Olivia couldn't pick her out of the crowd.

They made sure that all of the other dancers with brown hair were in blonde or red wigs. The manager was a little hesitant to help until Alex showed up and told her who she was and how she was going to help.

For a moment she saw Alex's glittery eyes meet her own. The ADA jerked her head to the table next to the one Alex was on. She covered it up with a hand slowly run up her head and a quick dip.

Olivia looked at the table where Alex indicated. There was one guy sitting alone with his arms crossed. He didn't look happy, drunk, or any other common strip club emotion. He looked a little pissed. And he kept glancing at Alex.

Olivia used to wrist comm to let Elliot know who to watch. Her eyes drifted back to Alex, who had shed her skirt, showing a skimpy pair of blue hipsters. Olivia squirmed in her chair. She was getting a little uncomfortable. Maybe uncomfortable wasn't the word, but she didn't want to be aroused especially while she was working.

But she couldn't rip her eyes from the woman dancing across the room. With every dip, every spin, and every subtle ripple of lean muscle, Olivia was drawn in deeper.

She could see Alex occasionally looking Elliot's way for the signal to leave. Alex was going to walk in the back, get her things together and leave. Elliot plus a backup team would be waiting in the back where her car was so they could catch the perp. Olivia would go out behind her to protect Alex. It was all by the book.

Finally, Elliot stood up and took out his wallet, looking through it until Alex saw him. She smiled at the men she was dancing for, "Sorry boys, my shift is over." She said it loud enough for the suspected rapist to hear.

Olivia watched Alex walk through a curtain in the back, then watched the suspect stand up and walked out the front. She watched Elliot get up and inconspicuously follow. Olivia rose from her chair and slipped behind the curtain Alex had disappeared behind.

She walked down the long hallway to where the dressing room was. When she opened the door and stepped inside, she accidentally caught Alex in her bra and panties right as she was pulling her jeans on. She immediately averted her eyes, but Alex laughed.

"If you haven't noticed," Alex mused, "I'm not shy or modest."

Olivia froze in place forcing her brain back into motion, still staring at the ground, "You're really good."

"Thanks," Alex smiled and pulled a shirt on. She flipped her hair over to put it up and then looked at herself in the mirror for a few seconds before picking up her purse.

Olivia heard Elliot inform them that the suspect was in his car parked near the back door of the club. She relayed the message to Alex who nodded and started walking.

"You're just going to walk out there?" Olivia asked, "No hesitation?"

"I just did a striptease in front of two of my coworkers, who I will see everyday for many awkward meetings," the blonde grinned, "This is going to be a piece of cake."

Alex heaved open the door without another word. She stepped into the dark alley and went over what she was supposed to do in her head. She walked to Olivia's car and started digging in her purse, pretending to be looking for the keys.

Olivia watched Alex through the cracked door and listened to Elliot tell her that the suspect was getting out of his car. He stepped into Olivia's line a sight a few seconds later. She drew her gun and watched as the man reached into his pocket, his eyes locked on Alex.

"You want to make a move?" Elliot asked in her ear.

Olivia took a deep breath, "Three, two, one." She threw open the door and pointed her gun at the suspect, "Don't move!" He turned around and started to run, but stopped dead when he was Elliot's gun pointed at him.

Alex leaned back on the car and watched as two uniformed officers took the suspect away. Elliot and Olivia convened around Alex.

"Good job," Elliot nodded to Alex, not looking directly at her.

Alex smirked, "Thanks. You too." She pulled off the brown wig and let her own hair down.

Olivia looked from Elliot to Alex and knew that Alex was right. It was definitely going to be awkward for a while. She couldn't look at Alex anymore without seeing her in a bra and panties. She knew that wasn't the visual Elliot was getting, but it was still awkward.

Alex seemed amused by the whole mess. She was definitely going to have a lot of fun with this later on.

"So, can I go home?" Alex asked, raising her hands over her head and stretching, her shirt riding up a little so some skin was showing.

Elliot quickly nodded and turned around, "See you two tomorrow."

Olivia caught on to what Alex was doing and smiled, "You're mean."

"It's your turn next," Alex pulled the car keys out of her pocket, "Watch out."

Olivia walked to the other side of the car and looked at Alex over the top. This way she could only see from Alex's shoulders up, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Alex grinned wickedly. "We'll see." She got in the driver's seat and closed the door.

Olivia expelled a breath wondering what she had just gotten herself into this time.