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"Oh! My! God!" Olivia panted as Voight slammed into her from behind, feeling herself climb closer and closer to orgasm. His large rough hands grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way onto him, his rough voice exchanged for heavy gasps as he pounded into her. "Harder…" she pleaded in almost a whimper. "Voight, harder!"

Voight was bigger than Tucker. Not by very much, but it was noticeable to her, especially when the Chicago Sergeant was a little bit rougher than he was with her. She and the IAB Lieutenant had definitely been rough and kinky, but Voight was just a touch rougher.

He started to move faster and harder inside her as he felt release move nearer. "You gonna cum for me, Benson?" he grunted. She responded with a low moan as her toes curled, feeling his head slam against her G-spot. Voight brought his hand back and spanked her ass hard, making her yelp and jump but she followed by a flood of wetness between the two of them.

Voight leaned over her body, running his hands through her long silky hair and yanked, earning another whimper from her. "I asked you a question, Benson," he growled low in her ear, the rough timber of his raspy voice making her whole body shudder.

"Yes!" Olivia gasped pushing back against his hard thrusts, giving just as much as she was getting. She was so close, just a little bit more…

"Yes what?" he asked, his lips finding that one spot behind her ear and attacking it with hot kisses.

"I'm..! Gonna…! FUCK!" She threw her head back and screamed his name when it happened, using all her strength to hold herself up when the pleasure finally crashed down onto her HARD, her entire body trembling.

Voight sat back up, grabbed her hips to keep her from falling down on the bed and slammed her back onto his every inch, pounding almost relentlessly into her for several moments before that same explosive wave of passion overtook him just as it had done her.

Using everything he had not to collapse on top of her, Voight waited until her felt the tremors inside her subside before he pulled out of her and collapsed next to her, gasping for breath. "Holy… shit," he panted.

Olivia barely had the strength to talk so she just nodded in agreement, her breaths coming out in short gasps as they laid together side by side neither one making a move to hold one another.

When he finally could take a breath, Voight glanced over at her and gently nudging her, "not a bad way to start a vacation," he said with a playful smirk.

Olivia offered a flash of a grin before she sat up, pulling the sheet up around her and glancing at her watch. "Dammit," she muttered, running a hand through her disheveled hair.

"What's wrong?" asked Voight as he sat himself up on his elbows.

"I'm late," Olivia answered as she climbed out of the bed. Voight shrugged as he put his hands behind his head and leaned against the headboard, watching her as she recovered the clothes he had torn off her from around the room. "You're the boss, who cares if you're late?"

"I do," she told him as she pulled on her clothes. "Plus my unit chief isn't my biggest fan and bringing you in from Chicago means that he's going to be riding my ass even harder."

Olivia sat down on the bed to pull on her sock and shoes before trying desperately to make it seem like she had actually ran a brush through her hair this morning. She crawled over to him, taking his face in her hands and giving him a quick kiss which he eagerly reciprocated. "That was amazing," she told him when they broke apart.

Voight chuckled as he ran a rough hand through her hair, trying to smooth it out for her before she went into work. "I definitely second that." His free hand started to absent mindedly stroke her thigh. "So can I give you a spare key to the room or was this another onetime thing?"

"I thought a onetime thing was our thing?" she asked a she combed her fingers through her hair.

"That was in Chicago. You said yourself; Chicago and New York are different."

"And you said it wasn't."

"I had a hard on, I wasn't thinking straight."

Olivia chuckled as she thought for a moment. "Maybe," she answered.

"Maybe?" Voight pursed his lips for a moment and nodded. "I can deal with maybe."

She gave him a quick smile as she gave him a quick kiss again before she stood up. "Get some sleep, come in tomorrow. I'll brief the team on the file."

With the past two days without sleep along with the exhausting sex he just had, Voight had a hard time figuring out a reason to argue and not pass out. "That," he told her, his eyes already half closing. "Sounds like a damn good idea Benson."

"They usually are," she told him as he leaned over and gave him another quick kiss. "Get some sleep," she told him in a soft whisper before she grabbed her purse and file from the bed stand and headed out, a tired smirk on his lips as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He saw her take the second key card…

…

"So one day the wife reaches over, flips on the light, sees the dildo," Carisi told his three colleagues as the three of them sat at their respectable desks catching up on their paperwork, Carisi not quite catching on to Amanda's embarrassment or Amaro's annoyance. "The wife goes 'aha! I knew you were using a dildo all these years! Explain yourself, asshole!' Husband goes-."

"Explain the kids, bitch," Olivia finished as she walked up to the squad with an un-amused look on her face. "Not exactly the best precinct to tell those types of jokes, Carisi. Which, by the way, we've all heard a thousand times."

"Thank you," Amaro muttered with a dark glance towards the newest detective before he looked over her tussled hair and slightly ruffled clothes. He simply smirked and turned back to his paperwork.

"Set down the paperwork, we got something," she announced to her squad as she set her purse down on Fin's desk and pulled out the file. She waited until all three detectives were looking at her before she began. "Tommy Williams… murdered and raped eight different women in Chicago."

Amanda shrugged as Olivia opened the file and pinned a picture of Williams to the cork board. "Why are we dealing with a guy in Chicago? Think he may have victims here?"

"He doesn't now but he will. Chicago Intelligence Unit got a warrant for his arrest, he landed in JFK an hour before they got there, and he's in the wind."

"Wait, wait wait… Chicago intelligence?" Amaro raised his brow. "With Voight and Halstead and all them?"

Olivia nodded as she began pinning up the pictures of Williams's previous victims, both happy smiling pictures of them before the attack and bloody faces after, leaving only notes and personal information on Williams and the victims. "Yup. Voight got here this morning; he's getting some rest in the hotel room before he comes in. He knows this case better than anyone…"

Amaro narrowed his eyes for a moment. "Sergeant Voight got here this morning?"

"Yes."

"What time did he get in?"

Olivia raised her brow at her Detectives smirk. "11:15," she answered, knowing if she said the real time he got in, 9:30, she'd be bombarded with even more questions. Although judging by Amaro's smirk she assumed he had already guessed correctly even without her confirmation on what had happened.

"Anyway…" she continued, with a look towards Amaro that told him in no uncertain terms to drop it which he gratefully did before she turned back to the file. "All eight victims where Caucasian, between forty and fifty, jobs ranged from squeaky clean middle school teacher to unemployed meth addict to a filthy rich stock broker to a happily married housewife of three… all eight lived in different areas of Chicago..."

"So pretty much no pattern," Carisi added. "Well that makes thing fun as hell…"

"All his victims were found in the same area though. All of them raped vaginally and anally, victim's were-…" Olivia's face fell as she read over the notes, having to pause as she swallowed hard, forcing her nightmares to stay in the back of her mind where she had managed to keep them instead of the forefront where everyone saw them. She cleared her throat and continued. "All… all eight victims were branded with a metal wire with the initials 'TW' on their upper inner left thigh, there were several burns and cuts all over their bodies. In all the victims he made three long cuts on right breast."

"Sergeant, you okay?" asked Fin softly, knowing her face was.

Olivia cleared her throat and nodded, offering a small smile he could see right through. "I'm fine, Fin…" She turned back to the papers and took a deep breath before she continued. "The only reason they found him was because he left DNA on the last victim. One single speck of blood victim eight had under her fingernail from when she scratched him."

"Then he's gotta be in the system," Carisi chimed in.

"Gee, Carisi, whatever gave you that idea?" Amaro said with a mocking chuckle, earning a sharp glare from both Amanda and Olivia. Amaro gave a half hearted apology that just sounded like more mocking but no one said another word about it.

"He raped and murdered three different women here in Manhattan same MO back in 97. That's good; it at least gives us something to go on." Olivia flipped the page and started to speak before her heart dropped two floors as she read over the William's previous history.

"Everything okay?" Amanda asked when Olivia hadn't spoken for several seconds.

Olivia just sighed and rubbed her temple, wondering if life could be any worse than it was right at this moment. "No, it's not." The Sergeant pulled out a 10X13 picture that would be in a NYPD personnel file and held it up to the group. "Williams was NYPD when he raped those women," she said dryly as she threw the picture of a young Williams in his dress Blues right out of the academy onto Fin's desk.

"So what if he was a cop once upon a time, he's a psycho," Fin told the group, leaving no room for argument.

"You're right but what it does mean is that IAB handled the investigation, more specifically Tucker did when he was just a junior agent," she sighed when she read the case file. "Meaning I have to bring him in on the case…"

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