Hey everyone,

This is my first attempt in writing an SVU fic, my new obsession TV show! And for those who got a notification about a new fic from me and didn't preconise the handle, I have changed it, I was Seaheeler, but since my expansion of shows I thought I should change it.

Now for those who haven't read anything from me before, my fics tend to be more on the dramatic side, a little outlandish, it is fanfiction after all, and while we're on that, writing based on a show that has 26 season is hard, and I may have messed with the timeline a little. In terms of life events this is probably around season 16, but Noah doesn't exist, and Elliot never left, and apologies in advance for any other timeline shenanigans that you notice! The fic will have past and present scenes, I had originally intended it to switch every couple of chapters, but it became too much so this chapter has one scene of each and then after it will be a string of scenes from the past then switch back to the present.

Also, when I write my crazy ideas, I always envision Liv as season 8-10 Liv, season 8 hair and season 8-10 attitude will always live rent free in my head!

Hope you enjoy!

I Would Ruin Myself, A Million Little Times.

Penthouse Suite

Waldorf Astoria

Manhattan, NY

Monday September 1st

"No peaking, you better keep them closed…"

His fingers glided over the curves of her body, a slow, deliberate touch as he guided her down the dimly lit hallway. As they reached the final door, his hand came to rest at her throat, with his fingers tightening just enough to send a shiver racing down her spine.

Excitement or fear? She couldn't tell the difference.

She drew in a sharp breath, holding it for a moment, her pulse thumping against his grip. Then, with a mix of hesitation and defiance, she finally dared to speak.

"Or else what?"

She felt his warm breath ghost across her skin as he leaned in, closing the space between them. His scent wrapped around her; an intoxicating blend of bourbon and vanilla that made her head spin. It was rich, dark, and utterly consuming, pulling her deeper into his presence with every breath she took.

"Else you'll be punished…"

She gasped for air, her legs trembling as his grip tightened around her throat, a delicious mix of control and surrender stealing the breath from her lungs. The sharp beep of a keycard cut through the moment, followed by the firm but gentle press of his hand against her back, urging her forward.

In an instant, the darkness was gone. He tore off her blindfold, and her heart fluttered wildly as her senses exploded to life. The room was bathed in the soft flicker of candlelight, their warm glow casting seductive shadows along the walls. A rich, sweet aroma filled the air, teasing her nose with hints of cocoa and jasmine. Rose petals blanketed the bed in a sea of crimson, while elegant bouquets filled every corner, transforming the space into something out of a dream.

It was a cliché, over-the-top, indulgent, and utterly romantic. And yet, she didn't care, because it was for her,all for her.

"When did you have time to arrange this?"

He didn't respond and the question disappeared from her mind as he wheeled a cart toward her, the rich scent of melted chocolate filling the air. A fondue set sat at the center, the warm, velvety liquid calledto her.

A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she dipped a finger into one of the pots, eager for a taste. But the moment the chocolate touched her skin, she flinched.

"Shit, it's hot…"

He seized her wrist with a firm grip, the sudden force making her gasp. Slowly, deliberately, he guided her hand toward his mouth, his lips parting just enough to send a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through her.

"No, you're hot! We're gonna have some fun! But first, let me take a look at you in that dress, before I rip it off!"

She giggled like a giddy schoolgirl, stepping ahead of him with a deliberate sway to her hips, knowing full well he was watching. A teasing smile played on her lips as she pivoted gracefully, ready to turn back to him, but he held out his hands, stopping her in her tracks.

"Wait…go slow," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

A devilish grin spread across his face as he admired had known the dress would be perfect, the emerald-green satin clung to her curves like it was made for her, the mermaid cut accentuating every dip and rise of her body. His gaze roamed over her, lingering at the daring plunge of the neckline. A low, primal growl rumbled in his throat as she turned to face him, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.

"You are perfection." he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Her heart pounded violently against her ribs as he closed the distance between them, his eyes dark and full of intent. The moment his lips found her neck, heat flooded her veins. His mouth was relentless, trailing fire along her skin as she struggled to keep her focus.

Fingers trembling, she toyed with her earring, silently praying that the off switch worked before she lost herself completely.

Unknown Location

Queens, New York

Sunday May 4th

Liv and Elliot pulled up to the dilapidated building. Liv scanned the area looking for any signs of life,she pulled out her phone to double check the address.

"Apparently, this is the right address."

Their heads spun toward the clanging of an iron gate. They exited the car and drew their weapons perfectly in sync, working together for over a decade had basically given them telepathic powers. Elliot pointed his gun into the small opening between the iron while Liv watched his back. They both flinched as Dodds appeared from behind the gate.

"Stand down, Detectives."

They exchanged frustrated glances before re-holstering their weapons. Elliot stormed through the gate, his irritation boiling over at the needless cloak-and-dagger routine.

"What's with all the secrecy?"

Dodds didn't answer. Instead, he led them into the building, making sure they weren't seen.

They stopped in a dimly lit room. A single table with three chairs sat in the center, the space feeling cold and impersonal. Dodds gestured for them to sit and tossed each of them a folder. Liv, growing tired of the games, flipped through the folder, then snapped it shut, clasping her hands over it. She wasn't about to entertain whatever he was playing at.

"Why are we here? This looks like a DEA problem."

"Technically, yes. But we've received intel that this group is expanding into trafficking girls…"

Elliot slammed his folder shut and shoved both of them back in Dodds' direction.

"Then shouldn't the FBI be handling this?"

Dodds paused, as if recalculating his approach. He had expected them to jump at the opportunity to outshine the FBI.

"They need a different approach, that's where you two come in."

Liv shot Elliot a knowing look, they'd been burned by the FBI before.

Crossing their arms defensively, Liv was the first to speak up.

"Doesn't sound like something they'd say. Usually, they're no guts, all glory…"

Dodds slid the folders back toward them, hoping Liv's curiosity would get the better of her.

"It's a DEA op, and they want you, Liv… undercover."

Liv fought to keep her surprise in check. With a casual motion, she opened the folder, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the intel, she stopped on a grainy photograph of a man.

"Who's the guy?"

Elliot heard the shift in her tone, the hint of excitement, he scrambled to flip through his folder, trying to find the same page she was looking at.

"Edward Walsh. He's the newleader, he joined the organsiation late, but Antony liked him, made him his right hand man. When Antony, died a few years back, the DEA thought it would cripple the organization, there was no action for a while but then they resurfaced, Ed took the reins and expanded it."

Liv pulled out a photoof a woman holding a little girl.

"Antony's wife and daughter?"

"Yeah, Natasha, his wife, and Mariska, his little girl. They were both murdered years ago. There were rumors she'd turned on him, but no one really knows whether he found out and killed them, or if it was someone from a rival gang. The murders were never solved."

"So, if I were to take this on, what exactly do they need me to do?"

Dodds could see the flicker of curiosity in Liv's eyes, he smirked knowing it would win out. He hoped she wouldn't be put off by the nature of the task, it wouldn't be action-packed, but there was a reason she'd been selected.

"Just watch, first it was just about taking Ed's group down but now with the chatter they're expanding, they want to wait in hopes they can catch two big fish. They've heard Ed's been in talks with Victor Petrov, if this deal goes through, they'd combine to become the largest organized crime syndicate in the northern hemisphere. They don't need you to do anything but gather intel."

Elliot didn't like any of it. His arms were crossed, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the case file like it might change if he stared long enough. He knew what the European groups were capable of. Too well.

Dodds was the one who finally broke the silence. "We need someone who can handle the pressure. Who can think on her feet and sell the role without blinking."

Elliot looked up. "So you're sending Liv."

Liv arched a brow. "Was that a question or an accusation?"

Dodds raised a hand before either of them could veer off track. "Easy. It's not about who we want to send—it's about who can do the job."

"There was someone in already," he continued, looking between them. "She was young. Good instincts, but she didn't have the edge for this kind of op. She folded during a stress test and blew a minor cover scenario."

Liv leaned back on her chair, arms folded, "So they neded someone older, gee thanks…"

Dodds hesitated, then nodded. "They also wanted someone who could turn heads."

Elliot snorted, the tension finally cracking through. "So what?" he said, shaking his head. "They sifted through personnel files and thought, 'Yeah, she's got 15 years on the job and a banging body with big tits, throw her in?'"

Dodds didn't flinch. "Not my words, but you're not far off from the DEA's attitude."

Elliot shifted uncomfortably, but Liv beat him to the punch.

Liv let out a slow breath, eyes narrowing, but her voice was calm. "Glad to know I made the cut for being both highly trained and fuckable."

Dodds didn't deny it. "Look, the DEA's phrasing was less… tactful. But yes. It's not just about looks. It's about presence. Confidence. Control. He won't bite on someone who looks like she's playing dress-up."

Liv tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly. "So what you're really saying is, I come with built-in credibility. And cleavage."

Dodds cracked a small smile. "I'm saying you know how to own a room without having to say a word. And that's exactly what this guy responds to. Strength. Command. Not a girl pretending to be a woman."

Elliot glanced at Liv, concern still flickering behind his eyes, but he didn't caught it anyway.

"I can handle myself, El," she said, softer now. Not defensive, just sure. "You know I can."

"I do," he admitted quietly. "I just hate that it's you going in there."

Dodds stepped forward, his tone calm but firm. "You're the right call, Liv. Not because of how you look, but because of how you carry yourself. You've got a presence that disarms people before they realize they're vulnerable. That's what this mission needs."

She looked at him then, steady and appreciative. It wasn't about flattery, it was about trust, and coming from Dodds, that meant something.

"Then I'm in," she said simply.

Dodds gave a satisfied nod, already flipping to the next page in the file. "Prep starts tomorrow. We'll run you through cover, contacts, and contingencies. You'll have support, but once you're in, you're in. "

Elliot's patience snapped. He slammed his fist on the table in objection, startling both Dodds and Liv.

"So I do what? Just stand by while she flirts her way into this?"

Dodds calmly handed Liv another folder, clearly unfazed by the outburst.

"Pretty much. Look, Stabler, we knew we weren't going to be able to steal Liv without you sticking your nose in, so we're telling you, so you won't stick your nose in. And if you behave, we might get you to help locally, but that depends on how their first meeting goes."

Elliot shook his head again, but this time there was a grudging edge of respect in it. He didn't like it, but he knew better than to keep pushing.

Thanks for reading! xx