One man's trash, Another man's treasure.

Little Do They Know

'He loves you, I know he loves you. He's just been distracted.'  Olivia thought to herself. Through out these past couple of months, eleven months to be exact, Olivia and Elliot have been living the dream. Four story mansion upstate New York, marble floors, floor to ceiling windows, five cars ranging from Bentley's to Mercedes. Not to mention the crazy, animal sex. Their relationship was sort of real, however their lives were not. They've been undercover for so long, that it's becoming reality to them. They'd basically forgotten who they really were. They went undercover to catch these three Italian men from selling newborns on the black market. These men would capture and rape women of all ages and races, get them pregnant and sell those children to wealthy sterile couples who'd pay millions for a child to call their own.

Her phone vibrates, pulling her out of her thoughts.

'Hey Babe, gonna be a little late.'

'What time should I expect you?'

'6 the latest!'

She exhaled deeply, looked down at her gorgeous 5 karat ring, and made her way to the jacuzzi, for a relaxing bubble filled bath to prepare for her husband Elliot. Greg Elliot Anderson.

*****

"Nick, comeback." A voice came through on the radio.

"Do you have a visual on your target?"

"No, he isn't home yet. And by the looks of it, he won't be home for a while."

He released his thumb that was holding the button down, and placed the radio on the table next to him.

He sighed. "I'd do anything to come home to a woman like that.." Nick said out loud to himself.

****
Little did Olivia know, she was being watched. Back in November , Elliot began getting comfortable with his new lifestyle. Before the assignment, he was hard on for money. Kathy had divorced and took everything he had, even the kids. He became depressed and turned to alcohol for comfort. Olivia being the nonjudgmental yet understanding partner, she forced him to go to AA meetings. He's been sober every since. And with his sobriety, came a void. A void that needed to be filled.

He needed money and started working later hours, but that just wasn't enough. He needed more, and needed it now.

He exhaled, and got up from his couch and mad his way to the bathroom. The headache that was pounding between his eyes, became unbearable. He rinsed his face with some cold water, and opened the medicine cabinet that was behind the mirror. He reached for some of  the prescribed painkillers he got a while back for being shot in the shoulder.  And it came to him... Suddenly his headache disappeared. He smiled evilly, dried his face and left his apartment.

"Jason!" He called out to the 19 year old crack head he popped for possession last week.

"Aye man, I'm clean." Jason answered, while raising his hands in mock surrender after he turned around and saw it was Stabler who called his name.

"Shut up!" Stabler yelled with a right hook to Jason jaw, sending the young frail boy flying to the ground.

Jason fell back holding his face. Stabler began beating the life out of the young boy and Jason was screaming violently. But just when he was about to deliver more, Jason yelled..

"Alright! ALRIGHT! I won't sell anymore. I'm sorry, Please I'll do anything!"  With his arm guarding his now bruised face.

Stabler grabbed him by the collar,
"You're my bitch now. If you don't want me to bust your sorry ass again, you'll do everything I say!"

"Okay, Okay!" The young boy answered with tears in his eyes, Stabler watched the tear leave his broken eye socket, run past his broken nose and burst lip, then delivered that same evil grin.

He wasn't really sure why he'd beaten this boy with so much anger, but this was far from his mind, He was just happy he'd finally figured out how to get what he wanted.

After Jason's brutal beating, Elliot left the park that was now dark, and began walking home knowing he was about to become a rich man. That same smile was plastered on his face the entire walk home.

Since then it didn't take long for Elliot to become well known and well respected to the drug cartel. He laid low, flew under SVU's radar. But narcotics was on to him. Elliot was becoming dangerous, he had blood and bodies on his hand, but he couldn't be linked to the murders. Around the third month, Nick was sent under to be a watch dog. He moved in across the street, and set up shop. Since then, he's been watching.

From the first day he looked over into their home, he'd fallen in love. Everything about Olivia was beautiful to him.

****
She came out the tub, blowing out the candles that she lit around her. And toweled off. Making her way to her walk-in closet, she found a beautiful maroon see through robe, with ruffles stitched around the cuff of the wrist part and again at the bottom, which swept the floor. It clung to her bust, and her waist then flared out. She walked out the closet, and made her way down the grand stair case towards the kitchen for her evening drink.

***
Nick was coming back from his kitchen eating the sandwich he just made and decided to look through the telescope, just to check up on things. First pointing it at drive way, then the front door, and as he was guiding the telescope to the bedroom. He noticed movement in the kitchen, and quickly looked on.

He dropped the plate that he was holding that had his sandwich and his jaw fell open. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. As much as he wanted to watch her galavant up and down her house basically naked, out of respect, he decided to look away, taking a break and heading towards the shower.

He loosened his belt and unzipped his pants to ease the painful erection that he gotten laying eyes on Olivia. He'd gotten undressed and hopped under the ice cold water and it immediately tamed his solider. He wanted a release, but it wouldn't have been the same if he had her.

Damn, he wanted her.