A/N: This was partially inspired by the new show "Covert Affairs." However, there are no characters from that show in this story, and it's not really the same plot. It might even be somewhat similar to "Indefatigable." As always, an end, or a beginning. You decide.

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Dick Wolf, but I appreciate him letting me play with them for a bit. I promise to return them when I'm done. Maybe… (Everything else is mine, all mine. TStabler©)

"Liv, are you absolutely out of your damned mind?" Elliot Stabler, lead Detective in the Special Victim's Unit asked his partner, sipping coffee and staring at her. "That's almost as crazy as one of Munch's theories!"

John Munch, the resident conspiracy theorist, looked up at him. "Hey, my theories are based on solid evidence!"

"Yeah," Fin, his partner, said. "Evidence that proves you are batshit crazy."

"Guys," Captain Cragen said, "Can we just hear the rest of Benson's theory? I think it may be...right."

Olivia Benson smirked and nodded at her captain. "Thanks," she said. "I'm telling you, the man in the van, the clerk at the bookshop, the barista at that cafe, they are all the same person. I can prove it," she explained, walking over to the pictures on the white board. "Morales in TARU made the photos transparent for me, and...see?" She placed them on the board, one over the other."

"Holy shit," Elliot said, nearly dropping his coffee, gasping.

"Wow," Munch said, shaking his head. "That is some...how did you know?"

Olivia smirked. "I'm intelligent," she said.

Cragen laughed, getting the joke, then turned to Elliot. "Stabler, you should be very proud and very thankful that she is your partner."

Elliot nodded dumbly. "I am," he said, staring at Olivia as she took the pictures off the board. "Fin, I'm gonna let you and Munch handle the pick-up," he said. "I have to meet my wife for dinner, or I won't have a wife anymore."

"That wouldn't be a bad thing," Fin quipped, eyeing Elliot suspiciously.

Elliot gave him a narrow-eyed look. "And Liv has that...thing," he said, gritting his teeth.

"Date," Olivia said, smirking. "You can say it, El. Come on. Date. D...A...T...E..."

Elliot stood and grabbed his keys. "Yeah, date, whatever. I don't like the guy."

"You've never even met him!" Olivia laughed.

"Jealous, Stabler?" Fin asked, chuckling.

"Shut up, Fin," Elliot said, snapping. "I gotta go." He left the squadroom, huffing, cursing under his breath.

Olivia rolled her eyes as she, too, grabbed her jacket and keys. "Bye, guys," she said. "Let me know how the interrogation goes." She waved to them, knowing full well she would find out all about the interrogation, before she took the man into custody herself and questioned him in her own way.

She walked out of the precinct, down the street, into a small boutique. She walked up to the counter and said, "Excuse me, Miss? I'm picking up a dress that was left here for me?"

The woman at the counter smiled and said, "I can definitely help you with that. Last name?"

Olivia smiled and said, "Rubino." Not her last name, but the name that was given to the store. There couldn't be any link to her, nothing with her real name on it.

"Ah," the clerk said. "Gia Rubino," she said with a smile. She turned around, rifling through a rack of plastic wrapped dresses. "Here it is," she said, grabbing one and turning back toward Olivia. "It's been paid for, in full. The receipt is stapled to the bag. It's a gorgeous dress! Is it being worn for someone special?"

"Yes," Olivia said, taking her dress. "Very special," she said with a wicked grin. "Thanks." She walked out of the shop and into the nearest restaurant, using the bathroom to change. When she stepped out of the bathroom in the new dress, a pair of killer heels, and with her hair down, she turned heads. She smirked, knowing this would be an easy collar, and she walked out of the doors, back into the New York night.

She pulled out her cell phone, dialed a number, and when her contact picked up she said, "This better be worth it." She laughed at something the person on the other end of the line said, then replied with, "Oh, I know I look hot. But do I look like a wealthy Italian socialite who's about to trade information with a Russian spy?" She laughed again. "Good, then you picked out the right dress. No, I'm walking in now, I gotta go. I know you'll be watching. You got my back." She hung up her phone and walked into Bella Occhi, an upscale Italian trattoria. It's name meant 'Beautiful Eyes' in English.

She found her table, the corner one in the front by the window, and she waited. She looked around the place, catching the eyes of her team and a few men who were giving her flirtatious looks, and when the man she was waiting for walked in, she took a deep breath. "Vlad," she said with a bright smile. "So glad you could make it."

Across the restaurant, an actual pair of beautiful eyes, blue ones, was staring at her. "God damn it," he mumbled.

"Elliot," the blonde sitting with him called, "What is it?"

"Nothing, Kathy," Elliot said. "Nothing at all, just, uh, what were you saying?"

Kathy, Elliot's wife, rolled her eyes. "You weren't listening?" she asked. "What the hell are you looking at over...Jesus, Elliot, really? Are we only here because you knew she would..."

"No, Kathy," Elliot interrupted with a sigh. "I had no idea she would be here. Trust me." He tried to pay attention to his wife, but he could not take his eyes off of Olivia. She looked beautiful, that dress and those heels made every curve of her body look amazing, because she was amazing and the man sitting with her didn't deserve her. Yeah, he figured, he was jealous.

"You look gorgeous," Vlad told Olivia, smiling.

Olivia tried to be coy and look away shyly as she thanked him, and that's when she saw him, staring at her with those intense blue eyes, something dark and evil in them. "Shit," she spat under her breath, turning toward Vlad suddenly. "Uh, I just remembered, I have a very important event I have to be at in about ten minutes. I double-booked myself, it seems," she said with a bright smile and light laugh. "Do you have the disk?"

"Of course," Vlad replied, "But the question is, Gia, do you have the money?"

Olivia took a deep breath, knowing that Elliot was watching her, and he would instantly think the wrong thing. "Yes," she said, bringing her red clutch up to the table. "Cash," she said, unclasping it and pulling out a sealed white envelope, thick, filled with money.

Vlad grinned. "Perfect, Gia darling," he said, his thick accent dripping proudly from each word. He slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a small, round, silver mini-disc. "Do you want to count to three?" he chuckled.

"I trust you," Olivia said, tilting her head slightly. She dropped the envelope onto the table and slid it toward him, hoping and praying that Elliot had picked that moment to pay attention to his wife.

"What the hell is going on over there?" Elliot asked, confused.

Kathy, irritated, said, "She's on a date, Elliot. Like we are supposed to be."

"You're my wife," Elliot said, not tearing his eyes off of Olivia and the smug-looking foreigner she was with. "We don't go on dates."

"Oh, that's pretty damn clear," Kathy said, folding her arms.

Elliot furrowed his brow as he watched Vlad slide the disc toward Olivia and take the envelope. He growled slightly as he watched Vlad lift Olivia's hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle. He let out a sigh of relief when he watched Vlad get up to leave, but he panicked when he saw Olivia slip the disc into her clutch, rise from her seat, and pull out her cell phone as she, too, walked out of the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, Kathy," Elliot said, throwing his napkin onto the table. "I have to go. I think she's in trouble," he said, walking toward the door.

"Christ, Elliot," Kathy yelled. "You can't just let her go home with another man?"

Elliot cringed at the thought, then said, "That's not what she's doing. Something's wrong." He walked out, looking in all directions, finally seeing her silhouette in a shadowed area to his left. He walked toward her, reaching for his gun, just in case she was in some kind of trouble. He stopped when he saw the man she had been with sitting, cuffed, in the back of a black sedan and heard her speak.

"You were a great help, Vlad," Olivia said, running her hands over Vlad's chest, finding the pocket in his jacket that held the money. "Really, you were." She slapped the envelope against her leg, and said, "On behalf of the CIA, thanks." She slammed the door in the man's shocked face and watched the car pull away, driving fast down the road. She closed her eyes and sighed, saying, "You can come over here now."

"What the hell was that, Liv?" Elliot asked, stepping toward her. "You have all your dates arrested? No wonder you never get a second one."

Olivia chuckled, turning to him. "El, I wasn't on a date. Not really."

"Yeah," Elliot whispered. "I know that." He looked her in the eyes and said, "I thought you said you would never lie to me."

"I've never lied to you," Olivia said. "I just never told you about this. There's a difference."

"The fuck there is, Liv!" Elliot yelled. "The CIA? Central...the goddamned government...how could you not tell me about this? I'm your partner! Your best friend! Your..."

"Don't," Olivia warned. "Don't say it. I know. Okay? I know. But...I couldn't tell you. You weren't supposed to find out."

Elliot looked at her, his eyes filled with hurt and confusion. "Olivia," he said, "If that's your real name, you need to tell me. Everything."

Olivia nodded. "I know I do," she said. "You're not gonna like it, El. In fact, what I'm about to tell you is going to change your life. Destroy your marriage. I'm not sure I'm ready to do that."

"Liv," Elliot said, rolling his eyes, "You know damn well there's not much of a marriage left to destroy."

Olivia took a deep breath and started walking toward the car, speaking. "When I tell you, you're gonna be...involved. Very involved. You gonna be okay with that?"

"Involved?" Elliot asked, raising an eyebrow, following her to the black car that had been left for her.

"Get in," Olivia said, clicking the button on the key.

Elliot did, then said, "Do not drive until you talk to me."

Olivia smirked and took the key out of the ignition. She turned to face him and said, "I work for the CIA."

"I got that part, thanks," Elliot said.

"Yeah," Olivia laughed. "Who I am at SVU, who you know, El, that's me. Really me. Olivia Benson is my real name, and everything you know about me is the absolute truth. Like I said, I have never lied to you. There's something about you...I can't lie to you."

Elliot exhaled sharply. "Well, that's a relief. So what are you doing in the SVU if you work for the CIA?"

"That's the assignment," Olivia shrugged. "I'm supposed to get in, get close, get real, get the bad guy." She looked out at the road in front of her and said, "The cases we solve, you and me, usually lead to intelligence cases that my other partner and I work. Like tonight. We found Vlad Rudetsky through Wilmer Reilly."

"The hump who liked to hang hookers from ceiling fans?" Elliot asked, shocked. "Shit. And I'm your partner," he said, bitterly. "You only have one from now on. Me. You said talking about it would make me 'involved' so that's what I want. If I'm gonna be involved, I'm your partner."

Olivia looked at him, shocked. "You can't be serious."

Elliot looked into her eyes. "I am," he said. "I'm also trying very hard to stay calm here, so just tell me you can make that happen, before I really flip out on you."

"I'll see what I can do," Olivia said, surprised.

"What was on the disc?" Elliot asked, running a hand down his face.

Olivia didn't miss a beat, answering him quickly. "Names and Addresses of every politician in the city. If I didn;t get it away from him, he was gonna sell it to someone else. Someone who'd use it to blackmail each and every one of them before he killed them."

Elliot nodded, biting his lip. "Okay," he breathed. Then he asked, "Why the double life, Liv? Why not just pick..."

"Because, Elliot, I've been with the CIA longer, and they've been after someone for a very long time. Six years ago, they put me on the case. I'm still on the case. I'm getting close, I'm getting really...too close, actually."

Elliot let out a harsh breath and said, "So you were assigned to the unit, by the CIA, told to be yourself, earn someone's trust just to turn them into the CIA?"

"Pretty much," Olivia said, nodding. "I loved the job, and my partner, so much, I stayed. I'm what they call a 'clandestine agent', El. I work with them only when a case arises through what we do at SVU. My main focus is one person...well, let's just say, I boffed it up pretty badly."

"Really?" Elliot asked. "How? You're always so good with details and we close cases in record time. How did you fuck up this case?"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Well, for one thing, I wasn't supposed to get this close to you," she said. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah," Elliot nodded. "But I guess I had a hand in that one."

Olivia glanced at him and smirked. "You had more than just your hand in it," she teased.

Elliot laughed. "True," he said. "Uh, can we, maybe, talk about that later? Tell me where the mistake is. Maybe I can help you fix it, that way you can finally close the case, and won't have to...

"El," Olivia interrupted, "I'm not leaving SVU, relax. But I'm not leaving the CIA either. I can do both." She ran a hand through her hair and said, "So the mistake, the flaw in my plan, was I kind of fell in..." she stopped, looking at him. He had a goofy grin on his face, waiting for her to say the words. She didn't. "I got too close to you, and it clouded my judgment. Made me a little hesitant to get close to my real target, and my target push me away. Now the person I'm chasing doesn't trust me, at all."

Elliot laughed. "That's ridiculous," he said. "Liv, who in their right mind wouldn't trust you?"

Olivia looked into Elliot's eyes, she took a breath, and she said, as calmly as she could, "Your wife."

A/N: What do you think? It's an idea that was floating around in my head, I had to write it down. Stop? Continue? Tell me what you think here, or on Twitter: TMG212