A/N: Rated for violence, language, and adult situations, but don't let that stop you from reviewing. Next chapters will be a lot longer!

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Enclosure

"Shit!" Olivia Benson said as she somehow maneuvered the Styrofoam cup of coffee from her left hand to her right. Almost instantly, the boiling drips of coffee began to cool, but her hand continued to have a harsh red welt from where the coffee had fallen. Olivia made a frustrated attempt to shake her hand dry before giving up and returning the damp cup back to its original hand.

As she walked down the sidewalk, the doors to the precinct came into sight. Since her hands were full, Olivia used the full weight of her back against the door to get one last glance of sunlight before going inside. She was soon greeted by what could only be described as a maze covered in overgrowth. At least a dozen desks were spread out across the floor, divided by aisle ways that forced even Olivia's slim figure to turn sideways as she maneuvered past those desks littered in papers.

She quickly set down the coffee in her left hand on her partner's desk, wiping her hand on her black slacks as she circled around to her own desk.

"Mmm," her partner, Elliot Stabler said as he took the lid off his coffee smelt it. "Black. Thanks." He took a sip of it and then set it back down on his desk. He looked good this morning. He was wearing a blue collared shirt and navy slacks with a navy tie to match. His hair rested in its normal short and orderly cut that complimented his long forehead.

"You owe me for that one. It burned me good on the way over here," Olivia said taking a seat at the desk and starting to riffle through the assorted papers on it.

"You know some people sue for that," Elliot pointed out with a grin.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Only greedy people who pretend they don't know coffee is supposed to be hot."

"Did you forget that it's hot?" Elliot asked pointedly.

Olivia stopped shuffling through her papers long enough to glare and Elliot leaned back in his chair grinning, satisfied with her response. After searching through the papers on her desk Olivia was relieved to see that there weren't any new cases on her desk, though she knew she had to finish up some paper work on one of her previous cases.

"Any word from Cap?" Olivia asked before she decided to get comfortable.

"Nah, looks like a slow day," Elliot said, picking up one of the manila folders on his desk and opening it.

"Good," Olivia said as she picked up a pen and started writing. She was only a few minutes into her debrief however, before Fin made his way over to her desk.

"Olivia." Olivia looked up at him as he called her name.

"Morning, Fin, what's up?" Elliot greeted. Fin nodded his response.

"I got a question for you," Fin said turning his attention back to Olivia. "Do you know a Robert Michaels?"

Olivia thought for a moment before shaking her head. "No, the name doesn't sound familiar. Why?"

"There's a man who just turned himself in. Said he raped and killed two women." Olivia's brow furrowed and she looked over at Elliot, confusion mirrored on his face.

"I've got Munch running a check on him now, but the guy refuses to say any more."

"Then why'd he go through all the trouble to turn himself in?" Elliot asked.

Fin's eyes rested uncomfortably on her. "He says he'll only talk to Olivia."