This chapter is for Rach, Jess, Essy and obsessedwithstabler. Rach and Jess because they have been hearing me rant about this update for a couple days and Jess as literally screamed for updates. Essy just because she is freakin awesome! and obsessedwithstabler, because her songfics and CHASING GHOSTS is freakin awesome! Please read and review, guys. I love getting them. Thank you to all who have read and reviewed! FYI, we are back in present time... Thanks all!

Elliot's shattered coffee cup brought Olivia from her trance. She smirked as she watched him curse under his breath. She moved to him and she saw him slice his hand open. "El, here," she said as she moved beside him.

"Im fine," he grumbled not wanting her to see his anger and jealousy.

"No, Elliot, just let me help you bandage up your hand."

"Im fine," he said again, this time with a little more hurt in his tone.

Olivia caught this and touched his face. "Hey, hey, what's the matter," she whispered.

He met her eyes and he said lowly, "Who is the guy?" moving his head toward the flowers.

Olivia nodded and looked over at the roses. "My date from last night. The roses are beautiful."

Elliot touched her face with his uninjured hand and moved her eyes so they met his. He said, "But Im the only one who knows that water lilies are your absolute favorite." He touched her face and memorized her beauty in her facial structure and her deep brown eyes. "That man doesn't know that in the horrors that haunt your dreams, Im the one who will always save you."

"Why do you think it's you," she asked, falling deeper in his spell.

"Because you are always in my dreams, Liv. You have never left. And I doubt you ever will."

"Elliot..." she whispered as she looked into the blue eyes she fell in love with.

"Benson! Stabler! My office," Don said hitting the frame of his office door.

Olivia stood up quickly and left Elliot to go to her boss. Elliot picked up the pieces and threw them away, frowning at the blood found on his hand. He rinsed off his hand quickly and made his way to Cragen's office.

Don took in the fact that both his needed detectives were in the room when he spoke. "Elliot, Olivia. As you know, this is Detective Mike Logan from the 2-2. He will tell you why he is here."

"Thanks Don." He looked at the detectives and smirked. "Stabler, Olivia," he said with a wink causing Elliot to stand on guard, "There have been a series of homicides that I need your help with. Waitresses from one bar are being found dead on New York streets. The only possible area for which all women were killed are from two puncture marks to the neck by the jugular. The oddest fact about this case is that all the womens' blood has been bled out."

"How is that possible?" Olivia said as she and Elliot looked at the crime scene photos.

"Well, that is what I need your help with." Mike said motioning to his detectives.

"How is this SVU related?" Elliot asked, eying Detective Logan carefully.

"The last three woman have had traces of semen on their inner thigh. The only problem is that the DNA doesn't match our screen or any screen for that matter."

"How do you figure?" Olivia asked.

"There was no source of any life on the samples. Warner couldn't find any matches."

"So we are looking for a perp that is literally undetectable?"

"I still don't see why we are involved?" Elliot said making his presence known once again.

"We need you to go undercover," Mike said motioning to Olivia.

Elliot felt his heart plummet beneath him. He couldn't lose her again. He just got her back. "No," he said angrily.

"Elliot?" Olivia asked questioningly.

"No, now why do you need Olivia? Why can't you get another officer to play undercover for you, Logan?" He said lowly.

"Stabler, Benson has had more experience in the field of undercover lately. We could use her."

"Now what exactly do you want her to do? She can't just pick up and leave," he said, in a voice that could be mistaken as shouting.

"Stabler, we need her to be a waitress! We need you to make sure she keeps her cover and maybe find the perp responsible!" Logan yelled getting in his face.

"Elliot!" Olivia said putting herself between the two men. She was angry, yet happy, about Elliot's outburst. "Elliot, we need to do this. This time you are with me so you know Im not going anywhere, okay?" she said in a faint whisper.

He nodded and began to leave the room when Don stopped him. "Elliot. I need to speak to you before you leave. Olivia, you can go and talk with Logan about the set up."

Olivia nodded and she and Mike went into the second interrogation room. There, Mike explain her cover.

"Olivia, you are now Rachel Scott. You are a new waitress at Blue's Bar and are looking to hopefully become a successful dancer in the city. You have had on and off gigs throughout your career, but since you have a son waiting for you at home, you need this job for stability. Now as for the perp, I will be calling you nightly for updates. Other undercover cops will be in and out besides you and Stabler to inform us on possible leads. This shouldn't take too long. Do not walk home alone until we tell you to. We want to bust this guy before getting you hurt. Is this all clear to you?"

"Yes it is clear. When do I need to be at the bar?"

"2 hours. So get dressed and Stabler should meet you there. He'll be taking you home until we say so. Is that good for you, Benson?"

She nodded taking the skimpy material for her cover and getting ready for her life as Rachel Scott.

In a matter of hours, Olivia was wearing a tight uniform that emphasized her breasts and butt. She wore tight black leather boots and felt more like a hooker than a waitress. She had buddied up with waitress's Angel Hart and Candy Lambert. Olivia had just served a round of drinks when Candy and Angel moved up beside her. Candy said, "Man, girls have you seen the new male stripper. Oh my word!"

"Male stripper?" Olivia said with a questioning look toward her coworkers.

"Girl, don't you know that two nights a week are ladies nights. Then we work the shifts. Im just shocked that Stephen didn't make you audition like we did."

"Then again, with a body like Rach's, she doesn't need an audition," Angel said with a laugh.

Olivia smirked and said, "Well, who is this new stripper?"

"His name is Chris Meloni. I have never seen him before. You are just going to wait and see. He's up after Danny."

"Okay," Olivia said as Bobby, the bartender, got their drinks finished. "I can't wait to see this Meloni guy," she said with a smile.

"Oh, he's so fine. Girl, if you get him into bed... RACH, TELL US EVERYTHING!" Candy said with a wink.

Olivia laughed and moved to go serve her table.

An hour had gone past when the emcee's voice came overhead. "Okay, ladies. WE have a new dancer for the Blue's Bar. Give a round for Meloni Magic!"

The girls in the bar screamed and Olivia turned her head to find herself in shock from the familiar build from behind. "Elliot?" she whispered to herself.

With the sound of the music, Elliot turned around and the ladies screamed with applause. The lyrics made their appearance and Elliot began to move.

Just hear me out
If it's not perfect I'll perfect it till my heart explodes
I highly doubt
I can make it through another of your episodes
Lashing out
One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control
You wear me out
But it's all right now

He flashed a classic smile, showing all his teeth while tipping his hat to the audience. His eyes made contact with Olivia's and he smiled brighter, with even a smirk on the edges. Slow to the point of torture, he untied his tie and flew it into the audience. He then began to work on his black dress shirt, one button at a time. Money was beginning to be dispersed on the bar and as the chorus introduced itself, he ripped open his shirt and flew it off into the audience, leaving him in a tight black wife beater and black slacks. His crucifix tattoo shimmered from the small amount of body oil he applied before entering the stage. He knew he was in trouble when he saw Olivia in the audience, licking her lips with desire.

Lets go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out (We could end up making love instead of misery)
But it's all right now

The audience was screaming as he returned to his slow movements of torture. He fiddled with his belt buckle and smirked when he heard one of the waitress's yell, "Take it off, baby!" With that, he removed the belt and threw it to one of the groups of women in his midst. As the chorus was the be inserted, once again, he ripped off his slacks and was greeted with wild screams from the women... including Olivia.

Without a doubt
The break up is worth the make up sex you're givin me
Lets hash it out
Cause your bitchin and your yellin don't mean anything
Don't count me out
I can handle all the baggage that you're carrying
You wear me out
But it's all right now

Money was being thrown and alcohol and smoke permeated the area. Still through it all, Olivia was hypnotized by Elliot's masculinity and sexuality. His muscles in his legs were to die for and she knew that his man chest wasn't even revealed yet. She knew she was in trouble once that wife beater was off. She knew...

Candy moved over to Rachel's (Olivia's) side and yelled, "What did we tell you? Isn't he to die for?"

"Oh yeah," she said blushing. "He's amazing."

Let's go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out (We could end up makin love instead of misery)
But it's alright now

During the musical interruption, Elliot began to play with the audience. He would tease the women by slowly lifting his wife beater, then bringing it back down again. He would play with the elastic of his tight black boxer briefs, but still wouldn't remove them. Some women, who were close enough, stuffed hundred dollar bills in his boxers. He'd smirk and stare at them longingly for a moment, knowing in his mind that it was all for show. In the back of his mind, the idea of making Olivia slightly jealous turned him on, but he knew that would have to be for another time and place. Then, he moved over the bar and took a shot of vodka. He smiled when Hinder's lead vocals came back into the room and teased the audience once more, this time dripping vodka all over his body. The women screamed and he smirked as he knew what was coming next.

Lets go home and get stoned
We could end up makin love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
Go home and get stoned
We could end up making love instead of misery
Go home and get stoned
Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me
You wear me out (We could end up makin love instead of misery)
But it's all right now (Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me)
Lets go home and get stoned
Lets go home and get stoned
Lets go home and get stoned
Lets go home and get stoned

When the chorus returned to his thoughts, he removed his wife beater and his tight torso was in sight for the screaming women. Olivia hadn't noticed a small tattoo on Elliot's left hip bone. She knew she was going to be asking questions later. As the song began to reach its closing, Elliot took one last shot of vodka and threw his top hat off into the audience. They screamed in applause and Elliot made his exit, and then was being greet with other strippers with words like, "Nice man." and "Magic cash man!"

As the bar was closing up, Elliot waited in his car for Olivia to arrive. They played a scene together, making the coworkers think they were leaving together for a night of drunken lust. Olivia smiled at the memory and couldn't help but wish that it were a little bit true.

Olivia was gathering her coat when Angel came up behind her, "Damn, girl. Only here one night and you get the hottest guy here! You better tell me how you did that."

Olivia laughed and yelled from behind her shoulder, "See ya tomorrow night!"

"Bye Rach!" Both Candy and Angel yelled.

Olivia made her way to the car and tried to calm herself down as she was going to meet up with the man who kept her heart. She saw him fiddling with the steering wheel and she laughed at his relaxed appearance. She didn't realize she laughed out loud until his head turned and he smiled at her. He said playfully, "Wanna ride?"