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Fuck.

Olivia's heart galloped down to her stomach at the familiar face that beelined through her squad room towards her office. Suddenly, the radio silence she'd tried not to focus on over the past week felt preferred to Elliot's boss showing up unannounced.

"Ayanna."

"Captain Benson," Ayanna greeted in return as she entered, closing the door behind her. "Before I worry you further, Elliot is okay. He's in a bit of hot water, but we've got a plan."

"What happened?" Olivia asked, eyes widening at the mention of Elliot being in some type of trouble.

Ayanna sighed, sitting across from the captain. "I'm not sure what Stabler has told you about his op this time around. The guys he works with have proven to take advantage of everything, including those they work with. Stabler's identity involves a messy divorce from a very well off wife. The guys quickly found out about this and have now decided they're going to extort the ex-wife for money to keep him safe."

"They're banking a lot on an ex-wife." Olivia furrowed her brows. "From my experience with divorced couples, they wouldn't drive five minutes out of their way to help the other let alone shell out money for some ransom."

Ayanna leaned back in her chair. "Stabler apparently told the guys over drinks one night that he still meets up with the ex for, and I quote, testing the shocks of his truck." She cringed at the use of the metaphor. "So, they're betting on sweaty car sex as their meal ticket to get half a million."

Olivia couldn't help the laugh that erupted from her throat and the lunacy of it all, even if the nerves in her system were still clenching her muscles as if trying to suffocate them. "Give it to Elliot. . .you're here. What do you need from me?"

"I think you'd be the best option to send in as his ex-wife." Ayanna stated flatly, seeing the shock hit Olivia like a semi. "I've seen you two work together. You play off each other well, read each other like no other partners I've seen. You've known him twenty-five years; there's no one better."

"What do you need me to do?" Olivia asked.

Ayanna held up her hands. "Just go in with the money, walk out with Elliot, and bring him back to OC. He's done. We're pulling him. Once you two clear the building, we'll go in to make arrests." She studied the captain for a moment, watching as she soaked in the information. Watching the two, she knew Olivia wouldn't say no, but she didn't know what kind of result she was going to get. While Benson went by the book, she was ready to jump off the rails if that's where Elliot was going. Never going too far as to risk her job or her reputation, but diverging from lines set by everyone else. "The guys who have Elliot know his ex-wife is sassy and a spitfire, so I don't think they'll get real angry with you if you go in with the anger you have for them."

Olivia chuckled darkly. "Like it'd stop me if they would."

"Ray. Gia. Fucking assholes better not shove a gun in my face." Olivia muttered as she parked outside the warehouse the guys had told her to show up at. She hopped out before grabbing the duffle of cash from the backseat. No matter how many times she'd done, not many granted, it always surprised her how heavy cash was, and it snapped her into the headspace she needed to pound her fist against the door with only jean and an old rock t-shirt of Elliot's as her armor.

The door opened to reveal a red-haired scrawny man with a thicker mustache than the hair on his head. "You Gia?"

"Who the hell else would I be way out here in the middle of fucking nowhere?" Olivia smarted off, pushing on the door and letting herself in. "Where the fuck is Ray?"

"Money first." Another man stated, his voice was lower than the floor and body built like a wrecking ball.

Olivia dodged his hand, holding up a single finger. "You get the money when I get Ray. You bozos called me down here for an exchange. Let's do it and be done with it. I've got other shit to do today." She arched an eyebrow when neither of them moved. "Obviously, you two aren't in charge."

A man chuckled from the room beside them, the sound echoing off the walls before he emerged. "That would be me." Even for a boss, he looked like a John Travolta in Grease wannabe. Accent was definitely Jersey, and the toothpick between his teeth effortlessly moved about his mouth as he spoke. "Ray said you were a lot to handle, but damn. He didn't do you justice. We're in here, lady."

"Finally." Olivia huffed before she followed, high heels clicking on the concrete. As soon as she walked through, she squinted against the construction lights until she could see Elliot without a lightbulb trying to blind her. He was tied down or handcuffed. Just sitting on a chair in the middle of the room with two guys behind him ready to aim their guns at his back. Other than a bruising cheeks and some scrapes on his arms, he looked relatively fine.

He spoke first, a small apologetic smile on his face. "Hi, honey."

"Hello, dumbass." Olivia smiled back sweetly before tossing the duffle bag onto the floor between them. "Count it if you want."

"Surprised you showed up." The guy claiming to be the boss grinned as his other men grabbed the bag to start counting. "Not many women would pay five hundred thousand just for a good fuck."

Olivia cocked an eyebrow at Elliot. "Oh, so that's what you told them." She looked back at the boss. "No, I need this asshole around to make child support payments."

He frowned at that, eyes darting to Elliot. "Ray, I thought you said you didn't have kids."

Elliot shook his head with a smirk, eyeing Olivia and seeing the game she was playing. "Pretty sure she rigged the paternity test somehow. I wasn't even around when she got knocked up with the kid, but my brother was."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "He was also somehow around the night you wanted to have a three-way in your mother's living room. Was I planning on fucking your brother? No. But, it made you happy!"

"So, the kid could still be his!" Elliot shouted back, raising his arms up as if he'd won the argument.

"No, idiot." Olivia spat back. "I sucked him off while you fucked my pussy. I can't explain science to you again to show how he cannot be the father in that scenario." She crossed her arms over her chest. "And, fuck you for thinking I'd sleep with your brother again after that. His balls smelled like your feet after playing basketball until midnight. I wasn't going near them again."

Elliot shook his head. "You know he switched to boxers after that. His junk has been doing much better."

Olivia's eyes widened. "Why do you know that?!"

"I saw them that night. I was concerned as a brother!" Elliot yelled.

"But, not concerned for me having to handle those things just to get some fresh air?" Olivia screamed. "I was going to pass out from the smell, Ray. That's more than just an underwear situation. There's something medically going on there."

Elliot groaned. "Yeah, and he's got loose underwear and a special cream now-"

"SHUT UP!" The boss guy yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose as he fought off a headache. "Ray, I never want to see you again. Gia, I will call you about dinner in the future. In the meantime, get him the hell out of here."

Elliot stood up with a frown. "Hey, she's my ex-wife. You ain't taking her out anywhere."

Olivia smacked him upside the back of the head. "Hey, I like dinner. Now, move. I have a manicure in an hour, and your little friends already made me cancel my waxing." She winked at the boss guy before Elliot grabbed her around her waist and hauled her out of there. He dug in her pockets for her car keys, fishing them out when they walked back out into the daylight. "Nu uh, I drive my own care."

"Shut up, and get in the car, Gia." Elliot ordered as he set her down on her feet. When Olivia crossed her arms over her chest in defiance, he crowded her against the passenger door of the car. "Get in the fucking car or I'll tell my brother you want another three-way."

"You wouldn't fucking dare." Olivia seethed.

Elliot grinned, skimming his lips along her cheek. "Try me."

Olivia grunted in frustration before shoving Elliot away and opening the passenger door. "You better last more than two minutes tonight after Gregory goes to bed."

"Still twice as long as that fucker anyway." Elliot retorted before slamming the door shut. He turned to see his red-headed friend watching and barely holding a smile. "I told you guys she's the one that got away. You all thought I was lying." He walked around the car, getting in and taking off before someone could change their minds. When they were out of eyesight of the warehouse, he sighed in relief before glancing at Olivia. "You really had to make a dig at my feet?"

Olivia giggled as she relaxed into her own seat. "Probably the only thing that was true." She reached over and squeezed his shoulder, examining the bruise on his cheek. "You okay?"

Elliot nodded. "Yeah, a little banged up is all." He reached over and squeezed her thigh reassuringly. "Thanks for coming."

"No problem, partner." Olivia smiled softly before pointing at the road. "Now, get us back to OC. We need to debrief and get an ice pack on your face."

Ayanna gaped disgustedly as she listened to the audio recorded on Olivia's phone from the warehouse, looking very much like the others in the bullpen as Elliot sat on his desk with Olivia tiredly sitting on his chair with her feet propped up beside him. "What on Earth possessed you two- this is sick. A three-way? Was this really necessary?"

"It distracted them. It wouldn't taken them awhile to count the money, and it was better we have less time with them to start asking questions." Olivia shrugged, fingers snapping at the balls of rubber bands Elliot had in his desk. "It worked."

Elliot nodded. "Ayanna, those guys would've tried to extort Olivia for more. Or worse, would've held her hostage to try and get money from the husband. We played this smart. Filthy, but smart."

"I can't believe they bought it. Brothers having three-ways with each other?" Jett frowned with a shake of her head.

Elliot scratched his jaw. "You'd be surprised. More common than you think." His eyes widened when Ayanna and Jett looked at him accusingly. "Not me! But, I do have a brother who would have a three-way with another guy if the circumstances were right."

Olivia scoffed before mumbling. "Like getting back at his brother."

"What?" Elliot whipped around.

Olivia smiled sweetly again. "Nothing."

Elliot's eyes narrowed. "What did he say to you?"

"It was years ago, Elliot." Olivia waved him off. "I think we'd only been partners for a couple years. It was that night your brother came to town to visit you after seeing Kathy and the kids."

"But, he asked you to sleep with him?" Elliot concluded.

"Eh," Olivia started nonchalantly, "he tried to make a move. It backfired spectacularly." She rolled her eyes when Elliot's vein started rising under his skin. "This is why I didn't tell you. Last thing I needed on my conscience was you murdering your brother and going to prison. It was dumb, El. He had a girl already hanging on his every word, and then he brought her over to me asking if we wanted to make it a party of three. I laughed in his face. The girl slapped him so hard he had a hand print on his face the next two days, and you were none the wiser."

"Brother anything like Stabler?" Jett asked curiously.

Olivia shook her head. "Same eyes, but that's about as far as it goes." She chuckled when Elliot glared at her. "You can be pissy all you want, but you can't blame me for attracting Stabler men." She looked over at Ayanna. "Can we go? I need to get Mr. I Don't Believe the Paternity Test home to thaw a steak on his cheek."

Ayanna nodded despite the disgust not leaving her features. "Yeah, Stabler, I'll see you tomorrow."

Olivia stood, ignoring Elliot's burning gaze as she gathered her things and walked around him. "El, let's go."

Elliot shook his head before seeing Jett snicker out of the corner of his eye. "For the record, I would not have a three-way with my brother."

"Oh, I believe you." Jett stated. "She'd kill you for ever suggesting it, and you'd kill any person who even tried to get close to her. I almost feel the need to call your brother and warn him now."

Elliot ran a hand down his face as he pushed off his desk. "Probably not a bad idea."

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