A/N: Okay so like I'm making shit up at this point. I'm creating a whole new storyline. I'm taking Dick Wolf's job. Call the press and alert the news. For real though, this takes place in September 2023 when Elliot is undercover.

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

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It had been four months since Elliot had gone undercover. Still barely making any impact on the case, he continues to stay in the field. The case began after a string of robberies had led the unit to believe it was an inside job with the Maguire Family Mob. Although small in size, the Maguires were powerful people.

Elliot weaseled his way in by planting himself in their local pizza joint. Persistently showing up and diligently listening, the boss, Angus, took to Elliot's liking. Elliot Stabler, undercover as Emmett Sullivan, became acquainted with the Maguire family. Angus, or 'Lucky' as people called him, was married to Shannon, or as Angus calls her, 'Princess.' Angus and Shannon had a daughter, Emily. However, Emily was killed by a rival mob at just ten years old. Elliot works closely with Angus' soldiers, Connor Walsh and Ryan 'Patchy' Kilpatrick.

The cold brisk air that late September morning had crept into Elliot's cramped apartment. Checking his phone, he notices three texts.

SHANNON: Good morning, sleepyhead. Lucky wants to see you tomorrow at 3:30.

SHANNON: I'll pick you up.

SHANNON: Better be wearing those sweatpants I love.

Elliot groans and rubs his hands over his face. Shannon had consistently begun outwardly flirting with him about two months ago. Rolling onto his stomach he replies.

EMMETT: Whatever.

Elliot's persona, Emmett, is easy-going but seems to have a lot of pent-up rage due to the death of his mother, Cynthia. Emmett frequently has outbursts of anger and is prone to using a sarcastic quip.

Sitting up, he slides himself out from the sheets. He manages to take a hot shower, get dressed, and make breakfast all within thirty minutes. Munching on his over-buttered toast he reads a new text.

SHANNON: I'm around the corner shopping and I'm cold.

SHANNON: Do you have a sweatshirt I can borrow?

Rolling his eyes he mutters out loud, "Very subtle, Shannon."

EMMETT: I have shit to do today, Shan.

SHANNON: Lucky won't be very happy if I get sick and he knows you could have helped me…

EMMETT: Fine.

He knows the chances of her standing right outside his building are highly likely. Placing his phone on the table he hears a knock at the door. Opening the door he sees Shannon in a long trench coat that is cinched at the waist. Elliot blocks the doorway with his body, "What the fuck, Shannon? You said you needed a coat."

Placing her hand on his chest she guides him backward into his apartment, "I lied." She kicks the door closed with her stiletto heel and grins devilishly. Gently pushing Elliot onto the couch by the entryway, she starts to unravel her belt.

"Shit," Elliot stumbles onto the couch. Repositioning himself to sit up straight, he can see Shannon slipping the coat off of her shoulders.

Dropping the coat, and letting it pool around her feet, she asks quietly, "You like what you see Em?"

"Fuck!" Elliot notices her lack of clothing underneath. Only wearing a white lace thong and bralette. Shannon straddles Elliot's lap. Instinctively, he places his hands on her hips to stabilize her, "Shannon-"

Dropping her head to his neck she pecks at him, "Emmett…"

"Shannon, you need to leave," Elliot tries to push her away.

"You know you want me."

"Shannon-"

"Mmmm, Emmett you taste so good…"

"Princess!" the door busts open and Shannon jumps off of Elliot's lap. Elliot throws his hands in the air when he sees Angus standing over him pointing a pistol directly at him. Whipping his head towards his wife, Angus yells, "Princess! What the fuck is going on?"

"He made me, Lucky… He-" Shannon is cut off by Elliot.

Temperamental and rigid, Elliot stands up ignoring the weapon, "Bullshit, Shannon."

"Fuck you!" Shannon screams as she scrambles to put her coat back on.

"You've been throwing yourself at me for the last two months. Like hell, this is on me-" Elliot calls out.

Angus takes a step closer to Elliot and places the end of the pistol in the middle of his chest, "The fuck did you just say about my wife?"

Internally panicking, Elliot quickly makes up an excuse, "I got my own piece of ass to worry about. Why don't you start worrying about your own."

Angus tilts his head with an impish grin. Lowering his weapon from Elliot's chest he demands, "I want to see her."

Building upon the lie, Elliot admits, "She has a job and a life, I can't just ask her to come here for no reason."

Motioning with his gun, he points it at Elliot, "If I don't see your woman, within the next twenty-four hours. You're dead." Angus reaches for his wife's hand and heads for the door, "And maybe if I see her, you might just live." Arriving at the doorway Angus places his gun in his inside coat pocket, "I'll have Connor come by to help you with the doorknob."

With the door slammed shut, Elliot falls back onto his lumpy couch. He exclaims, "SHIT!" Wanting to call Bell and update her, he weighed the pros and cons. Pro, he has a plan. Con, he is brutally yelled at for fucking up the investigation from a five-minute interaction. Deciding not to call Bell, he scrolls through his contact list helplessly. Finally, he had reached a contact he knew he could trust. Tapping the phone number, he listens to the ringing tone.

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

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

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the beginning of my make-believe story.