It was a Wednesday evening and Olivia Benson was undercover working with the FBI trying to catch a man who had taken 7 women on dates and back to his house. He kept them there for 5 months before raping and killing them. It had 3 years since her partner had left and she was only just getting over it. The only way she took her mind off it was doing undercover work. So there she was, Wednesday evening, in a black dress that hugged all of her curves with a pair of beautiful heals, wearing makeup, in a bar waiting for this man to see her. she knew what she was going to do- well her undercover ego, Amelia Reynolds. She would flirt and joke with this man and make him fall in love with her and then she would trick him and then he would be put away for life.

She had seen him looking at her and knew he was hooked. She sipped her red wine while looking at him. That drew him in. He walked over to her table and sat next to her.

"Hello Beautiful. What can I do for you?" The older man asked as he placed a hand on hers.

"I think there is a lot you could do for me" She smirked as she glanglanced down towards his trousers. They shared a laugh and continued to talk to each other.

"I'm Owen, Owen Smith" the man said offering her a smile.

"Amelia Reynolds" She responded.

He moved his hand and placed it on her thigh and they began to flirt with each other.

30 minutes later Elliot Stabler walked into the bar and sat down. He was look round the room when he spotted her. Olivia.. It couldn't be her though. They were in Buffalo. She lived in New York. He watched his old partner and the man she was sitting with for and hour before the couple got up and left.

"Amelia. Let's get out of here. Come back to my place. We can order food and watch a movie.." Owen suggested.

"okay let's go" Amelia said with a huge smile on her face. She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the bar before he could stop her, but she caught a glimpse of an old friend as they left and she couldn't focus on anything else.

Back at Owen's house, he and Amelia had ordered Chinese food and were watching a movie. He placed a hand on her thigh and looked into her eyes. He leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers. His hands moved to her hips and he pulled her on top of him. She knew where this was heading and she knew she would have to do it as she was undercover, but she was not attracted to him so she thought of someone else.. She though of the man she had seen in the bar, her old friend, the one she might have feelings for.

She kissed him back and placed her hands around his neck. He pulled her dress up and off over her head and she unbuttoned his shirt. They broke for air as Owen kicked his trousers off and flipped them over so that Amelia was laying under him on the couch. He kissed her again and parted her legs before slowly pushing himself into her. She let out a moan as she imagined her old friend was the one inside her, and this helped. She imagined his face as she kissed this man and that turned her on so much that she climax. But the man she was with had not finished and continued to thrust inside her. She moaned again as she scratched his back trying to hold on to anything she could. She felt herself climax again just as Owen did the same. He flopped on top of her. She may be disgusted that she just had sex with a murderer but she had to admit to herself that it was so good it made her toes curl. She hated that she had actually enjoyed the experience but assured herself that if it didn't seem real she would be made so she was fine with it as it meant this man would not hurt another woman again. That's when she fell asleep thinking about how this would be over soon and she could get back to her old job.