Author's Note: I wrote this almost on a dare from a friend. It is an SVU/Greys crossover pairing Olivia Benson with Callie Torres. There's a little drama to the story, but mostly romance and comes with the WYM happy-ending guarantee. I've rated it T for mature subject matter and some language. Enjoy!

The characters of Law & Order SVU belong to Dick Wolf and Wolf Productions. The characters of Grey's Anatomy belong to Shonda Rhimes and Shondaland. The original characters belong to me. I write for fun, not profit. No infringement, harm or foul intended.

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Detective Olivia Benson carefully surveyed the room of scantily clad teenage girls. She stirred her watered down drink from her perch at the bar. She'd been undercover here in Seattle for six weeks now as Raven King...retired New York prostitute come west on the advice of an old "business" partner to help run a brothel of underage girls. The money was coming in fast and easy. Olivia's stomach turned at the number of men that would show up night after night to take turns with the different young girls. It hurt her very soul to allow it to happen, but to bust the ring for good and return Cindy Calhoun to her family back in New York would make it worthwhile. She touched her hair which was done up bigger than she'd ever do it herself and adjusted her mink stole.

"Hey Rave." The tall bottle blonde walked over to Olivia and smiled. She was wearing a tight sweater and short skirt. She was a beautiful woman, but her eyes showed her age despite the heavy make-up. "Whatcha drinking tonight, darlin'?" Her voice was a low sexy drawl as she took a seat next to Raven.

"Hi yourself, Patty. Just scotch and water tonight, sweetie." Raven smiled at her "colleague". "How's business for us tonight?"

"Jo? Hit me with the same." Patty smiled at the girl behind the bar. "Business is good. We got a great crop of girls here. We keep pulling in men like this...you and I will own half of Tahiti in a year."

"Thought you wanted to go home and buy half of Texas?" Raven grinned around her glass.

"Oh sweet darlin', why not both?" She cackled as the girl behind the bar, who couldn't have been more than sixteen handed her a drink. "Thanks, Jo, baby."

Jo looked down at the bar and smiled sweetly. "You're welcome, ma'am."

"You got some big dreams." Olivia sipped her drink and carefully observed Jo. Jo's real name was Cindy Calhoun. As Raven, she had taken an interest in personally taking the fledgling hooker under her wing and thus she had yet to turn a single trick. Olivia would blow this whole operation if one of those guys tried anything with this particular girl.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, Rave, I'd say you are sweet on our little Jo here." Patty took a long swig of her drink. "You got a thing for the young 'uns, darlin'?" She wiggled her eyebrows at Raven.

Raven pursed her lips and bobbed her head affably. "Maybe I've just had enough of men to last me twelve lifetimes, sweet Patty. What's wrong with wanting something young and tender for yourself once in a while...to remind us of how we used to be back in the day?" The words left an awful taste in her mouth and she emptied her drink.

Jo blushed at the words as she wiped down the bar and tried not to eavesdrop. Raven had been great to her and she'd freely admit to a crush on the older woman. But to suggest that Raven had been inappropriate with her…she just knew she'd never do that.

"Don't we all, sugar? You have your fun with baby Jo and I won't spoil it cuz you got the money and bidness sense that we need to make the kind of money that I want. We're gonna be big time." Patty clinked her glass to Raven's.

"I appreciate that, Patty. I really do." Raven gave her a cocky look and grinned.

What happened next happened very quickly. There was knocking, then shouting and running. Olivia Benson soon found herself in the middle of a very unorganized bust. She thought a minute about what to do. "Jo...stay with me, got it?"

Jo nodded and hurried around the bar to Raven's side.

A hulk of a man that Olivia recognized approached them with his weapon drawn. "Step away from the bar and get your hands where I can see them."

"Easy, Duncan. We're all friends here." Olivia knew this guy was on their payroll and sighed relief.

"Uh huh. And I plan on getting friendly when I interview your new girl here personally." He leered at the young girl standing next to Raven.

Olivia saw red. "No one's interviewing her alone. She's a minor and my ward. You want to interview her, you take me with you."

"You offering what I think you're offering, Raven?" The policeman got a big goofy grin.

Olivia shook her head. "Not even in your dreams, Duncan. I don't work any more and she doesn't work yet. Hands off."

"Well, guess what, pumpkin? You're not the one calling the shots here, are ya?" Duncan grabbed the young brunette by the arm and pulled hard.

"That's a mistake." Olivia grabbed the girls other arm to hold her.

"I don't think so." He grabbed Olivia's other arm and shoved her in to the wall hard.

White daggers of pain flashed behind Olivia's eyes as she struggled to remain conscious. Her left arm hung awkwardly and useless at her side. She tried to focus her vision and scanned the room for Cindy.

"No, please!" Cindy cried as she was dragged away. "RAVEN!!!"

Olivia ran after them and jumped on Duncan's back.

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"Slow night?" Dr. Mark Sloan oozed charm as he strutted in to the on-call room.

Callie looked up from mindlessly turning pages in some magazine. "The dullest."

"Well, Dr. Torres, our luck is changing. We've got three buses of hookers being brought in from a raid gone wrong. Care to join me?" Mark's smile showed two rows of straight, white teeth.

"Hookers?" Callie closed her magazine with a smirk and stood up. "Why not?"

When the pair arrived at the ER Drs. Bailey and Grey were waiting at the ambulance bay. "Glad you guys decided to come down. We've got several patients in-coming with minor injuries and at least one with a broken arm. Oh, and an officer with a facial lac for you, Sloan." Dr. Bailey informed them with a nod.

"Hey, how come no one told me about the hooker thing?" Dr. Christine Yang said with mild irritation as she arrived behind Drs. Sloan and Torres.

Just then the ambulances made their approach.

"Cue the hurt hookers!" Dr. Sloan made one last snarky comment before putting his game face on.

Callie rolled her eyes at her friend and then prepared herself mentally.

The first bus held two young girls that had some superficial injuries and one uninjured police officer that was guarding them. Bailey and Grey tended to them.

The second bus held an older woman who Callie didn't think looked like a hooker at all, a younger woman who looked like she could have been the older woman's daughter and a police officer with a nasty facial lac.

"This is us, Torres." Dr. Sloan approached the EMT to get the details.

"Ok, what do we have?" Dr. Torress asked.

The EMT addressed the doctors. "We've got a female, 44, possible fracture, left arm. It's non-compound but does appear to be displaced."

"Ok, that's mine. I'm Dr. Torres. What's your name, ma'am?" Callie looked at the woman whose face was contorted in pain.

"O...Owww, umm, Raven. Raven King." Olivia winced through the pain.

"Can you tell me where it hurts, Ms. King?" Dr. Torres assessed the arm.

"My arm and I think that bastard cop gave me a concussion." Olivia hissed as she indicated a nasty bump just above her left eye.

"Who gave you a concussion?" Callie ran her hands gently up the woman's arm. She seemed to be in awfully good shape for a hooker in her forties.

"That piece of garbage cop, Duncan." Olivia howled in pain as the dark-haired doctor with big brown eyes found the point of the break. "Ggggggaaaaaaaaooowww!"

"S-sorry. Let's get these cuffs off. We're going to need to get this x-rayed and then we'll go from there." Callie smiled at the warm brown eyes. "Do you want to make a complaint against the officer?"

Olivia took a moment to collect herself from the pain then shook her head. "Thank you, Dr. Torres."

Callie went to the phone to call for someone to uncuff her patient. Just then the officer in question burst in to the exam room with Dr. Sloan on his heels. "You can't uncuff that bitch!" He boomed.

Officer Duncan marched over to Olivia, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm.

"SHIT!!!!" Olivia was in blinding pain with nothing she could do to help herself or stop him.

"Dr. Sloan! Control your patient. Officer, let go of her or so help me, I'll have you arrested myself." Callie hit 911 on the phone for hospital security. "Get someone down here, now!!! We've got a scuffle with a police officer and a patient."

"Officer Duncan, let her go. NOW!" Mark Sloan grabbed the man's shoulder and he elbowed him in the chest. Mark flew backwards.

Callie looked around. All she had handy was a spray bottle of hand sanitizer. 'Hand sanitizer is mostly isopropyl alcohol...' She picked up the bottle, held her hand over Olivia's eyes and sprayed it at the face of her patient's attacker.

The hulk of a man recoiled from Olivia clawing at his eyes and screaming.

That gave Mark a chance to quickly grab his keys from his belt and give him a shove to the ground just as security arrived.

"Are you ok?" Callie looked in to big brown eyes that watered with pain.

Olivia swallowed hard against the pain shooting down her arm and nodded. She finally managed to whisper, "Make sure someone secures his weapon" but she slumped suddenly from pain and lost consciousness.

Callie furrowed her brow. Most hookers didn't talk that way, did they?

Mark handed Callie the keys. "Here. Get her unlocked and get out of here before Shrek wakes up."

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