AN: Okay the writers strike and then the SAG strike. Waiting for new Law and Order is going to SUCK. I hope they come to some good agreements fast. Until then, fanfiction it is. Hope some of you are enjoying this one.

Chapter 6

Flutura

Flutura sat across from Olivia in a visitation room at the Bedford women's penitentiary just upstate New York. Flutura had on full makeup and her hair was well maintained. Her skin was glowing. It was as if she wore the orange jumpsuit as a fashion trend, and not because it was mandatory. Meanwhile, Olivia's hair hadn't been brushed in days, she spent the night at a hotel, and she hadn't slept well or showered much in 2 weeks.

"Captain, Special Victims Unit," Flutura grinned with a furrowed brow of curiosity and amusement.

"Captain Benson," Olivia responded with very little inflection. That perfect mixture of stoic, solid, and dead inside.

"I know your name. I remember you from court. You sent all of my girls away to be whittled into nothingness," she pursed.

"Actually, I got them all jobs, housing, and an education, but I'm not here to go over healthy life choices."

"An education. Tsk! In what? Learning how to be poor Americans. Slaves to their worthless jobs. Home of the free my ass. I was teaching them how to get out of poverty and you put them right back in it."

"I gave them the freedom to create their own lives, safely, and without having to rely on handsy men and sex to survive."

"Potatoes Potatos. How's Elliot?," she smiled with venom pouring out of every inch of her body.

Olivia blinked back rage and tossed pictures on the table in front of Flutura, who ignored them and Olivia.

"I saw his proposal to you on the news. So sweet," she mocked. "I guess that makes you his-"

"We are married. Yes," Olivia finished. "Are we done with the pleasantries? Because I didn't come here for girl talk. Who is the man in that picture?"

"You can't even say it," she snickered.

"You've been working with a backer-"

"Elliot's wife," she laughed. "The independent woman with her career and her unmade face. I bet you don't even swallow. It's like the crypt keeper herself walked through those doors. Looks like times is tough for the little pig liar. His standards in a woman have fallen to the wayside," she said looking at the stain on Olivia's shirt.

"Enough," Olivia yelled as she slammed the table in front of you. "They're going to bury you in your cell if I find out you had a hand in Elliot's shooting. So you can cooperate or I can leave and then any kind of negotiating we could have done here today, will be nil"

Olivia fidgeted in her seat and clinched her chipped unpolished hands into fists under the table. "Do you recognize the man in the picture?"

Flutura stopped and glanced at the picture. "I know him. I saw him on the news," she responded seriously now. "How is Elliot? Is he alive?"

Olivia floundered between screaming at her and being civil, but it was the first moment Flutura had shown any kind of empathy since being in the room. "Eh…ah…he's not well. And…if you really cared, you would tell me who this man is in this picture….because I can see by the way you're looking at it, that you know him, and it's not just because his picture as on the 5 o'clock news."

Flutura paused in thought and then crossed her arms defensive and contemplative. "What's in it for me?"

"Depends. You have a safe house with a new group of girls. You give me info on the man who set you up with that safe house, and point us to the shooter in this picture, and I will get your charges pulled."

"What charges? Even if you could tie me to that lie it's a tall negotiation."

"My detectives are pulling up video footage of the shipment those girls came in on as we speak, and I have another witness who you paid to help you on the outside. So it's only a matter of time before we find your girls and tack another 25 years onto your sentence. Also, if I find one phone call. One email. One visit from the man in this picture, you'll be charged with aiding attempted murder of a police officer."

Flutura leaned in close to Olivia's face. The two women locked eyes, neither wanted to budge. Flutura finally gritted her teeth. "How can I trust you are good on your word?"

Olivia was too tired to play her game. She rolled her eyes and got even closer to Flutura's face.

"You can't, but if you ever want to see the light of day again, I suggest dropping some names, because right now it's not looking good for you Flutura."

The red head threw herself back and wacked the table.

"Why?! I've been in my cell, how could I do anything to add time to my sentence!"

Olivia pulled out her phone and played the recording of her and one of Oscar Papa's men. "It's happening. 9pm. East end docks. Make sure my goods are handled with excellent care."

Flutura's chest puffed up and she pursed her lips as she searched Olivia's eye.

Finally she spat the information at Olivia. " Frankie Metrovich. He's the man in that picture. Albanian. Doesn't have an ass like Elliot, but he was a good lover….attentive and wild just like-"

"I just needed his name, I don't need a play by play. And is this the same man that backed that shipment?"

Flutura flipped her hair to the side and stood up. "No. I don't know the man who backed our operation. He came to me through letters. The deal was that he help us with this shipment and we send out most skilled shooter to take down Detective Stabler. He was very specific and cryptic. A real freak. My outsider said he wore a mask. His face was disfigured. He wanted Elliot taken down but not dead. But I didn't handle that part of the transaction, the guys on the outside did. I only deal with the girls."

"And why bring in Oscar Papa's crew?"

"That was this phantom man's idea. None of my boys liked working with another group. But we needed to sell the weapons, and his group was willing to buy. So, you do the math."

"Do you still have the letters?"

"Yes."

"I'll need them?"

"I will give them to you, but I want a deal. I want time off of my sentence and I want my girls legal and taken care of. They cannot go back to Albania. Is that understood?"

Olivia looked at Flutura and realized she was genuinely concerned about the girls. If she weren't so angry at Elliot for sleeping with this criminal, she might have been able to turn Flutura onto the good side of sex trafficking, but at this moment all she could handle was this case and sorting her own life out.

"I'll have to speak with my ADA, but I think we can work something out. Just…tell me something? Why do you work so hard to get these girls out of Albania just to put them through hell again? Why subject them to sex trafficking."

"Not everybody finds sex to be a hell…Olivia Benson. Some of us learn how to use sex to gain a better life. Something bigger than a one room apartment and ramen noodles. Besides, I could ask you the same question. Why do you spend every moment of your life at this thankless job, when you could be laying on a beach with your husband making love and spending time with your children." Then she walked over to the guard and winked at him as she flashed her cleavage with a sultry smile. "At the end of the day, we all know our strengths. Some women know how to use their body to level up…and they enjoy every second of it. "

"I think that's where you're…confused," Olivia said softly. " And I feel bad for you."

Flutura leaned against the wall and laughed at her. "Confused? About what?! Do you think I got this face and my hair color with my spare change? I have had plenty of sex and it has brought me everything that I could have ever wished for."

"Accept love, worth, and freedom."

With that Olivia got up and walked to the door. "I'll wait outside, while you get those letters."

Flutura lost her mind as Olivia closed the door. "Tell Elliot, I miss his rock hard ass, and the way he used to-"

Olivia closed the thick soundproof door before the red headed bombshell could finish.

She breathed in hard and tried to let her hurt feelings go. There was a small part of her that wished for a normal life. A life where getting to the spa on time and making love in the afternoon was the only thing on her to-do list. Elliot's health hung on top of her heart. Elliot's past shattered her heart. Their jobs were a part of them. Even if they had been over taking their happiness, it was a passion, an obsession some might have described it. How could either one of them just sit still everyday. Kathleen's plea to retire nagged at her thoughts too. Retire. She[d always figured that something would let her know when the time had come to retire, but was this that moment? Sheclosed her eyes and tried to get her swirling anxiety to stop.