Hello, all! Please pardon me for posting this little nibblet of a fic. I have broken rule #1 of writing fanfic in that I haven't fully committed to how AU this is. I'm thinking season 16 (pre-Rolivia ice-melt), but no Noah exists. See the A/N at the bottom..

"Are you sure about this?" Amanda rushed to keep up with the Lieutenant, taking two or three hurried steps for her boss's every one, in the back of her mind bewildered at how Olivia seemed to move so damned fast she was practically gliding across the squad room. "Liv—"

"What, you agree with Fin? Don't think I can handle a UC op?" Olivia bristled. She crossed the threshold of her office so quickly, Amanda would swear the papers on her desk moved as if swept up in a breeze. "Shut the door," she practically barked, before Amanda could even formulate an answer to her previous question.

Amanda took a deep breath, obliging the older woman and shutting the door with a soft click, leaning her back against the glass and appraising the older woman before taking a couple of cautious steps closer. "That's not what we're—what I'm sayin'... It's just…" She paused, pensively biting her lower and shaking her head. "This op—"

"What about it?" Olivia didn't even look up at her detective as she asked the question and instead busied herself with answering emails and firing off requests relative to the sting operation that she'd just volunteered herself and Rollins for. "Is the idea of going undercover not as fun when you have my permission first?"

Air left Amanda's lungs in a pained scoff, and she smiled in shock and disbelief as she fell into one of the chairs opposite the older woman's desk. "I guess I deserve that…" Olivia snorted and her mouth opened as if preparing to strike another barb at the younger woman, but Amanda leaned forward, lightly smacking the desktop and commanding without words that the Lieutenant actually look at her. "But this is exactly what I mean, Liv."

"What is?"

"You just volunteered us to go undercover—"

"So?"

"—at a sex club!" Amanda cried in exasperation. For a moment, Olivia was silent, and the blonde stood up, anxiously pacing from one end of the office to the other. "You know what kind of people go this club?" She paused long enough for Olivia to open her mouth as if to answer, then cut her off. "Couples. Couples go to this club," Amanda emphasized. She stepped up to the desk and rested her fists against the wooden surface, leaning downward so that she was hovering right at the edge of the brunette's personal space.

"Considering all of our victims were at the club with their significant other at the time of their attacks, the thought had occurred to me, Rollins, yes. What's your point?" Olivia asked impatiently before turning her attention to her laptop again.

"You can't even stand to be in a room with me for five minutes without wantin' to wring my neck, and you want people to believe we're in love?" Amanda eyed the older woman incredulously before continuing. "This is gonna involve more than just walking in side by side and holding hands, Liv," she pushed, alluding to the sperm bank they'd gone to in pursuit of information years ago. "We're probably gonna have to kiss… touch each other…intimately. And look like we're enjoyin' it. Think you can manage that?" Amanda asked rhetorically, satisfied that her point was being made by the audible gulp she could hear as Olivia swallowed thickly. "More than that, we need to have each other's backs in there."

"I could be wrong, but now it's starting to sound like you're questioning my professionalism, Rollins. Be careful," the brunette warned, rising from her chair and standing over the younger woman. "I would never let anything happen to you, or anyone else for that matter."

"Point taken," Amanda held her hands up and took a deep breath. "If you're sure… I will do this with you." She saw Olivia about to speak and preempted her with a finger in the air. "If, and only if, you can prove to me that you can look at me and not want to blow my head up with your mind."

Olivia's lips turned up in an amused smile before she could stop it and in an effort to hide her amusement, she immediately looked away, scratching at her brow with her thumbnail. "Okay," she nodded, meeting the blonde's fiery gaze. "How do you suggest I do that?"

"Come out with me tonight," Amanda challenged. "No mics, no backup, no aliases or backstories. Just you and me. And maybe a couple of beers," she added.

Olivia's eyes widened. "Are you asking me to go… on a date with you?"

"No." The shadow of disappointment Amanda saw flit across the older woman's face was brief, but long enough to give her a keen sense of satisfaction. "I'm asking you to prove to me you won't get us killed."

This idea was born of missing seeing Olivia go undercover since she made LT, and thinking that it could lead to some pretty interesting scenarios if they had to go undercover in this kind of circumstance. I wanted to post this to sort of gauge interest and see if there were folks out there who wanted to see it continued/expanded/what have you. Shall I keep going? Let me know...