This story was request by my friend, who wrote ' Wish I Knew You'. I have no idea how long this story will be, but I have I do have the first two chapters written up. I will add the second chapter sometime in the end of the week. I hope you all enjoy this chapter/story and please leave me your reviews. I do appreciate them very much.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Law & Order SVU

It was a late gloomy night, and the rain had finally died down. As she walked down the wet streets of New York, she felt the determination to banish awful thoughts from her mind swell up. Those thoughts that consumed her daily since the case had begun. A case that was finally over.

It was overwhelming, yet disheartening at the same time. Anger and sadness had rushed through her. Children cases were always the toughest. She could never wrap her head around how these grown men could do such harm to young children.

Some even thought that they were doing the right thing. That love is love. It was an absolute joke and a lame excuse for their repulsive behavior. And it took all her power to not hurdle over the interrogation table and do something that she knew would cost her job.

Amanda turns and steps into a warm bar, noting it's age and thankful that there is little to no people. A few older gentlemen playing pool and an older couple having a few drinks on the other side of the bar, engaging in what seems a flirty conversation; judging offhand by their body language.

She removes her damp leather jacket and hangs it on the coat rack by the door before making her way to the bar stool at the end of the bar, right next to the wood slated wall.

An gentleman with gray hair and bright green eyes greets with her with a warm smile. 'Hey Amanda! Beer and a shot of whiskey?"

She pushed the lock of her loose blonde hair behind her right ear as she returns the smile,"Yeah thanks, Vince."

Amanda pulls her phone out from her back pocket and sets it on the bar top, just in case she gets a call. Vince places a cold bottle of Miller Lite in front of her along with the shot glass of Jim Beam.

"Do you want the game on, Detective?" he asks, nodding towards the worn in television above the bar.

"Not tonight, Vince. Thanks." She replied with a smile.

Amanda holds the shot glass in front of her, observing the golden liquid in the tiny glass. She brings the glass close to her lips, inhaling the strong scent before taking the shot, allowing the bitter taste to cover each taste bud. She winces as the bitterness of the alcohol costs her mouth, the aftertaste displeasing and burning all the way down her throat.

She's mentally and physically tired. Her body begging for her to go home and just relax for the rest of her weekend off, mandatory from her Capitan. She'd needed the comfort of alcohol though, something to get her relaxed enough to go home to her empty apartment.

Holding the empty shot glass up, she shakes it lightly- motioning that she wanted a refill. Her blues eyes never left the older man as he walked backed to her with a bottle of Jim Beam in hand.

Mesmerized by how slow the liquid fell into the tiny glass, wrapping around claiming every inch of the clear glass as it filled. It filled the void of the glass. Oh, how she wished she had someone to fill her empty void.

After taking the bitter shot, she finds herself staring at the older couple on the other side of the bar. How they sat so closely to each other, how their hands entwined as if the thought of letting go seemed like pure lunacy.

Their foreheads touching, their smiles so wide and bright. The way they looked at each other, how the dimmed light shone on them so brightly, making them stand out more than the others. You can see and almost feel the love between them.

Amanda could only stare, yet she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. She missed coming home to someone, someone to have adventures with. She misses the cuddles, the hugs, the late night home cooked dinners, kisses and touches from a significant other.

Her thoughts are broken by the soft tap behind her shoulder. Amanda turns and her blue eyes were met with a pair of tired brown eyes. "Olivia? Hey."

"Is this seat taken?" Olivia asks, her hand placed on top of the stool.

Amanda smiles and shakes her head lightly "No, not at all."

Olivia sat on the stool next to the blonde as she settles her wine glass down on the bar top. Turning her body to face Amanda, her brown eyes land on the petite figure next to her.

She watches Amanda, noticing and observing small, habitual actions. The way her fingers would gently push back the lock of blonde hair behind her ear, only for it to fall again. How her blue eyes shut whenever she took a sip of her beer. Amanda remained a mystery to her. Although to her own fault, she hasn't given the blonde much of chance to reveal herself. Olivia built a wall around herself, not allowing Amanda break it down even if she tried.

"You okay?"

Amanda's question brakes Olivia's trance. She smiles at her while she reaches out for her glass of wine. "Fine. Thinking." She replied before taking a sip.

"That could be a dangerous thing." Amanda replied. "Getting lost in your own head." She added.

Olivia smiles sardonically, a short, unamused chuckle leaving her lips. It told Amanda that the older woman knew all too well what getting lost did to someone.

Unconsciously, Amanda placed her hand on top of Olivia's, squeezing it lightly. Giving her reassurances that she is here for her. Once again, the spark that she left before not too long ago while undercover had returned with a simple touch. Heat began to rise between the them as the electricity ran through both of their bodies, the pounding coming from their heartbeats became quicker. Butterflies flew around wildly in the pit of Amanda's stomach, overwhelming her to the point of nausea.

It was a simple touch, though enough to fill her void. The smoothness of Olivia's skin- the heat- warmed Amanda's cold fingers within seconds, goosebumps rising along her arm. Blue eyes lost deeply in the brown eyes in front them, searching to solve the mysteries that they hide.

Amanda was too lost in her own trance to notice that Olivia too, was searching for something behind piercing blue eyes. Amanda felt her body heat rising, crawling from the end of finger tips up to the base of her neck, falling behind her ears.

Olivia's breathing grew heavy as her stomach turned into knots, twisting so tightly it began to hurt. The brunette felt even more queasy as Amanda caressed her thumb across her knuckles. She tried to push whatever pleasant feeling she got from the small action down.

Every noise that was around them fell into silence. Her heartbeat was erratic. Her body became numb at the new feeling has transformed right before her, unwilling. Unsure of what this new feeling was, but she felt the protective layer of her heart began to melt away, allowing the light to burst through it.

Olivia's body quickly turned cold as she tried to hide the frown that she knew Amanda had saw. Sadness fell onto her chest, dare she thought that she missed the blonde's touch.

"Don't get lost in there." Amanda jokes.

For a moment, the older woman seemed confused at the younger woman's words. Amanda notices and adds, "You seem to already be lost in thought."

Amanda watched as Olivia forces a chuckle under her breath, her hand running through her brown locks in almost frustration. Amanda soon regretted the personal touch she gave to her co-worker; this type of closeness was foreign between them. Hell, this much conversation was new to them.

The softness of Olivia's skin was more than she expected or had dreamed of, though, and it was all too easy to get lost in the older woman. She'd need a strong drink earlier, something to take the edge of a horrible case off, to take the edge off her ebbing desire for a certain brunette. And now she found herself at a local dive bar with the person that she had fallen for, despite not knowing each other on a personal level; having a drink.

One would call it lust, and yes, Amanda did lust for Olivia. But this new feeling was telling her that lust simply wouldn't be enough to describe what she was feeling for the older woman.

The spark that she felt when they held hands and locked eyes while undercover was far too real, and was just as real now, if not more. Amanda had felt that spark then, but now it was this spark had intensified overwhelmingly.

It was as if lightning had struck her heart and filled her with these burning emotions that she had never felt before. But she knew that Olivia did not feel what she had felt, Olivia was straight. Amanda had fallen for a straight woman, and all she could do about it was push those irrevocable feelings deep down into whatever pit would hold them, never to be seen or felt again.

It's all that could happen. It was silent between the two women- the only noise was that of the calm buzz of patrons littered throughout the bar. Finally, unable to withstand the silence, one of the two women decided to speak up.

"What to get out of here?"