A/N: This is purely for my own enjoyment. If y'all like it, I'm glad, but I won't be hurt if you don't love it. I will love you anyway!

UNFORTUNATELY, I DO NOT OWN LAW AND ORDER: SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT, LAW AND ORDER: ORGANIZED CRIME, OR ITS CHARACTERS.

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After only one ring a woman answers, "Hello?"

"Liv… It's me…" Elliot sinks into his couch.

"Elliot- El are you okay? What are you doing calling me? What-" a sense of panic rises within Olivia.

"Olivia, it's okay. I'm fine."

"Elliot-"

"I need your help…"

Taking a deep breath, Olivia tries to hear him out, "What do you need?"

Elliot slowly rises from his couch, "Are you able to meet me for coffee?"

"Is that really the best idea? You're under and if-"

"Please, Olivia."

"El…"

"Please," Elliot begs.

Giving in she sighs, "What about Roasters?"

Looking at the clock hanging from the wall, he suggests, "How does eleven sound?"

"That's in thirty minutes. I'll be there," Olivia cautiously hangs up the phone. Stepping out of her office she asks, "Fin you need anything from Roasters?"

Spinning in his chair to face his Captain, he responds, "Nah, I'm good." He leans back in his chair and rests his hands against the back of his head, "Birchwood is closer- and better."

"I'm meeting someone," Olivia briefly explains before heading out the door leaving Fin with his imagination.

Always early, Elliot orders two coffees. One for him and one for Olivia. While Olivia changed in major ways throughout his ten-year absence, her coffee order never did. The small coffee shop's door jingled and the brunette stepped into the threshold. Immediately seeing Elliot, Olivia makes her way through the crowd surrounding the counter. Elliot holds her cup of coffee out for her to grab before she sits across from him. Both of them sit silently waiting for the other to begin. Olivia leans back into the metal chair, "What do you need, Elliot?"

"I need you to help me with this case," he does not clarify anything for her.

"How am I supposed to help you, if you don't tell me what I need to do," she sips her coffee slowly.

"You have to promise that you will think about it before you say 'no.'"

"Elliot, what do you need?"

"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend… or fiancée… or something along those lines."

Olivia damn near spat out her coffee. Dabbing the side of her mouth before she answers, she carefully thinks of what it must have taken him to even ask her to do such a thing, "When?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!"

"Liv, if I could ask anyone else I would. You're the only person I could trust."

"I have a job. I have a son."

"I know. I know, Liv. I'm sorry. I am."

Olivia gulps her coffee down with a sharp breath. Looking directly into his eyes, she asks, "What do I need to know?"

Elliot tries to hide the grin growing on his face. Elliot explains, "You wouldn't know anything about what I'm doing. You know I work in finance and I do odd jobs for extra income. This would just be a meeting with the boss. We'd have to create a timeline for our relationship and you'd have to create an identity. And-"

"Two and half years," Olivia creates a timeframe.

"What?"

"Two and half years. That's how long we have been seeing each other. On and off, mostly on."

"I wasn't thinking we would need to come up with it now, but-"

"Would you rather do it on the spot? You've been back almost two and a half years, Elliot. That's not a lie."

"Okay, I just-"

"And I'm assuming I'm going to need to call you by your other name and not 'Elliot.' I don't feel like getting you killed because I wasn't fully informed."

Elliot can feel the tension between them tightening, "Emmett. Emmett Sullivan. I work with the Maguire family as a 'personal accountant.' You'll be meeting Angus, the boss, and his wife, Shannon." Elliot feels as though he should mention how he got into this mess, "Shannon has been throwing herself at me for a while now. Angus walked in on…" He gulps and finishes his statement, "He walked in on Shannon stripping in my apartment."

Her jaw drops and her eyes widen. Not knowing how to process this new information she nods her head. She slowly starts to speak, "Okay… So have you…" Furrowing her brow in curiosity and slight jealousy, "Have you and Shannon…"

"No!" Elliot practically screams, "That's why I need you. I told Angus that I have my own… my own woman, and that I didn't need Shannon to help me with my needs."

"Your needs?" Olivia scratches the side of her head in shock. The language he was using disturbed her.

"Olivia…," looking longingly into her eyes he begs her to not make a bigger deal of this.

"Let me think," she waves her hand at him. Staring at the exposed brick wall, she thinks quickly about her new identity, "Margaret… Margaret Bernard."

"Margaret?"

"It's my middle name."

"Sounds like I'm with an elderly woman."

"How's Maggie?"

"Better."

"Maggie is… Maggie is a… A pastry chef!"

"Are you kidding me?" Elliot chuckles as he takes a swig of his coffee.

"What?" Olivia smiles widely.

"It has to be believable, Olivia. A pastry chef?"

"You don't think I can be a pastry chef?"

"I mean this is your identity, not mine."

"It's better than being an accountant."

Elliot smiles at her remark. Leaning back in his seat, he raises his eyebrows, "Alright, Maggie, I'll see you at three-thirty tomorrow." Standing from his chair he walks to the side of her and leans over her. Planting a quick kiss on the top of her head, Elliot steps away announcing, "I'll text you the address when I have one."

Savoring her last drop of coffee, Olivia slowly rises from her chair. She saves the number in her phone as 'Emmett Sullivan' and tosses her cup away. Arriving back the 1-6, Fin walks her through the bullpen, "How was your coffee date?"

Olivia chuckles and turns to Fin, "It wasn't a date- and it went well." Striding towards her office she mentions, "I'm taking a personal day tomorrow. You think you can handle a Friday afternoon?"

"You do you, baby girl. I got this place under control," Fin lets his Captain settle in her office.

Hours of total silence and earnest working pass by. Olivia is startled by the vibration of her phone that lies on the table. Checking the message she smiles.

EMMETT: 34 E 52nd St., Freco's.

EMMETT: 3:30, no later.

Feeling witty, Olivia responded.

MAGGIE: See you then, sweetheart.

Feeling just as clever, Elliot types back.

EMMETT: You're too much.

EMMETT: Can't wait to see you, honey bunches.

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A/N: Okay, but why is creating a story out of thin air so much fucking fun. I should probably be starting my final essay for class, but this is waaaayyyyy more important. The things I do for y'all. I'm only teasing. I do it for my own sanity- or lack thereof.