A/N: I probably shouldn't be doing this but this just wouldn't leave my head. O/T seems like a hell of a lot fun… (:
She was awake but she couldn't open her eyes. When she attempted to open them, she caught a glimpse of the bright fluorescent lights and she immediately squeezed her eyes shut. She heard a groan to her right so she forced one eye open. Trevor? Where was she? Why was Trevor in the bed next to hers, covered in bruises? Langan wake up! Her lips moved but no sound came out. She tried again; "Langan…" her voice was hoarse. She heard him groan again and saw him, through one open eye, turn his head to the right. She cleared her throat, "Trevor." She spoke a little louder which in result caused her to groan and bring her hand up to her forehead.
"Five more minutes, Mom." Trevor mumbled in his sleep. His head was killing him. What the hell did he do last night? "I'm sorry I went out drinking with the guys, Ma. Don't smack me!" That's when he realized that he was talking out loud. Trevor opened his eyes. It was the year two thousand ten not the year nineteen eighty-six. He was forty-three years old – ew – not nineteen. Trevor turned his head to the left and saw the last person he expected to see in a while. "Benson?"
Before she had time to respond, a too cheery doctor walked in. Olivia wanted to slap the stupid grin off his face with her shoe. Olivia glared at the doctor who stood in between their beds, looking over some papers on his clipboard. Then he said the stupidest thing the Defense Attorney and Detective ever heard in their lives.
"Congratulations, Mister Langan and Miss Benson, you're dead."
"Excuse me?" Trevor and Olivia sat up quickly which was a huge mistake to do. They fell back on their own beds and Olivia rubbed his temples. "I'm pretty damn sure we're alive… barely but alive. What the hell happened?" She was trying to keep her temper in check. She couldn't believe what this aging doctor was telling them. Olivia looked at her heart monitor and she was glad to see that it was still beeping.
Trevor also looked at his then at Olivia then at the doctor who still had that stupid grin on his face. "Is this some sort of practical joke?" he spat, harshly. "I'll have you know, she's a cop and I'm a lawyer – the best lawyer you'd ever…"
"Shut up, Langan."
Trevor rolled his eyes, "Just like that nice lady over there said: what the hell happened?"
The doctor looked down at their charts and said, "According to this, you two were witnesses to a murder and they're after you. They shot you, Mister Langan, twice, and they shot you, Miss Benson, once." The doctor went over to Trevor's side and checked his bandaged shoulder and his chest. "You're lucky… We lost you once, you know." His voice softened when he said the last part, like he was trying not cry.
Olivia tried to hold back a laugh as she watched the doctor stroke Trevor's chest. "He'll give you a call, Doc." She winked at Trevor when he gave her a horrified look. Trevor did have a nice defined chest, she admitted in her head. All she ever saw him in were in those expensive Armani suits and now he was half naked. She hated the lawyer but she was enjoying what she was seeing. Of course, that was something she wouldn't tell a living soul… Hell, not even a dead one.
"Please, get your hand off me. This is getting really uncomfortable. Now can you tell us what the hell happened and how the hell did we get here?"
The doctor pulled his hand back and rubbed the back of his neck. He walked over to Olivia's side and checked her shoulder. "Cameras have it that you two were arguing as you were leaving a coffee shop a few blocks away from the precinct two days ago – I swear I thought you two were together–"
"Can you stop right there?" Trevor cut him off. "Can you get any police officer or whatever in here?"
The doctor sighed and walked out, leaving the two adults alone.
"I don't like him." Trevor said and crossed his arms over his chest, accidentally pressing too hard down on his wound. He seethed in pain and moved his arms. "Do you remember anything?"
Olivia nodded, "We ran into each other at the coffee shop… we left… We saw three guys murdering someone. I went all police mode and told you to hide your ass behind a car… then it's all fuzzy. I don't like fuzzy."
"You have a bump on the side of your head." He pointed out with a chuckle.
Olivia's hand shot up to the side of her head. "Ugh! This is so unattractive." Then she noticed he had one too, "You really shouldn't be talking, Langan. You look like shit… well, shittier than usual."
"Geez and people still wonder why you're still single."
"It's called being married to the job."
"A job that you no longer have," said a man as he walked into their hospital room. "Everyone thinks you're dead. I spoke to your partner, Detective Benson, he's distraught. Were you two…?"
"No. We've been partners and best friends for eleven years! Of course, he'd be upset!" She would be too if this were to be the other way around. Maybe a little worse than whatever Elliot was going through. "So, now what, we were told we are dead."
"Witness protection," the US Marshal told them as if it were obvious.
"What is the closest to New York we can get?" Olivia asked. She didn't want to go all the way to Oregon or something. She'd like to stay on the east coast.
"We have a place in Dale City, Virginia." He looked down at his watch, "We'll talk more tomorrow. You'll be leaving tomorrow evening with a new name, job, and past and present. You two can work on your future." With that said, he left.
"Can you believe this?" Olivia groaned. "See, this is what happens when you decide to leave work early." Her gut was telling her to wait up for her partner but she really wanted to go home and relax for one night since forever.
"Just go to sleep, Benson. We got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." He pulled the thin hospital blanket up to his chin and shifted a little in his bed to get comfortable.
Olivia knew he was right. She wondered what would happen next.
They woke up early, had breakfast, and had a nurse change their bandage before they were able to get dressed. Trevor was complaining the whole time that that the shirt they had brought him was hideous. They had expected that sort of reaction from Olivia but she appeared to be satisfied with what she was wearing as long as she was out of the hospital gown.
Olivia had emerged from the bathroom when she saw Trevor refuse to put the shirt on. Trying not laugh at him, she walked past him and pulled out a second shirt they had brought him. "Was it really going to kill you to check if there was a second one?"
He huffed and slowly put the shirt on. His chest and shoulder were killing him and it got worse with each time he moved. He needed some painkillers which he doubted that he would get any time soon when the US Marshal walked in with two other men. "Great." He muttered under his breath and glanced over at Olivia who also appeared to be unpleased to be in this whole situation. But who would be? He was sure she had the hots for her partner and would prefer to be in this predicament with Elliot, though she would never tell him that.
The Marshal handed Trevor a file and Olivia hers. "Trevor, you are now Mister Andrew O'Reilly." He turned to face Olivia who had her eyes narrowed and reading the file intently, "You're his wife, Misses Juliana O'Reilly nee Milano. Is being married to each other going to be a problem?" he asked them both.
Trevor shrugged.
Olivia sighed, "Better him than a stranger."
Trevor smiled over at her and said, "That's the nicest thing you ever said to me, Benson."
"Okay, Andrew," he began. They needed to get used to their new identities. "You're a gym teacher at Hylton Senior High School…"
"Hold on a second," he held his hand up, stopping the Marshal, "A what now? Did you say a gym teacher?" Sure he was eligible to get a job as a high school gym teacher if his current career didn't go as well as he planned but the thought of disrespectful teens refusing to do anything physical during PHYSICAL education was petrifying. "Never mind, what does she get to be?" he jutted his chin in Olivia's direction, "mall security?"
"No, she's working with you–"
"I am not going to be a gym teacher. I'm not qualified–"
"You're an English ten teacher, Juliana." The Marshal cut her off. "You two are pretty damn lucky that this happened over the summer. We sent out the forms last night and you two have an interview in two days. I'd recommend you two get something nice." Looking down at his watch, he nodded at the two other men. "Let's go."
The three men were leading Trevor and Olivia down the hallway, avoiding anything that would ruin everything or put their lives in a bigger danger. As they were walking down the hallway, they heard a man yelling at an innocent nurse.
"That's my partner! Let me see her body!" He had unshed tears in his eyes and his voice cracked with every word he said. "I was all she had left." Well, besides Simon, of course, whom she has not heard from in years.
"I'm sorry, Detective Stabler, you can't."
"I'm her best friend… we're like siblings, you know?" Elliot swallowed back a sob. "We're El and Liv, Benson and Stabler. I… She was my best friend."
Trevor looked down at Olivia, "You two were like siblings? That close, huh?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely," she sighed, "he was always like a protective older brother when it came to a guy I was interested in." Stupid, stupid, stupid! Of course, he would never see you as anything more than your partner… and, as much as it killed her to say in her head, a younger sister.
"You okay? I mean, I know you had a thing for your partner and…" He stopped talking when she shot him a deadly look. "Right, siblings… I am an only child, parents are dead, and I do not get along with my cousins, uncles, or aunts… I'm one lonely guy." As sad as that was supposed to sound he sounded a little proud for being "lonely".
Was he trying to get sympathy from her?
"Would you like a cookie?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said: would you like a cookie?" Olivia heard the person to her left snicker and she smirked. "Would you explain it to him?" The thoughts of Elliot crying were leaving her mind as they continued down the hall, heading towards the back to a van.
The man chuckled. "Sure, why the hell not?" he looked from Olivia to Trevor who was beyond confused. "It's a put down. It's like asking if you want a reward for doing something special, when really you didn't and don't deserve a reward."
Trevor nodded, "Very mature, Olivia."
"Juliana," she corrected. She tapped the Marshal in charge on the shoulder. "What about our stuff?"
"We have a few things for you in the van. Everything else you will need is at the house in Dale City… However, they are just basics. You need to get whatever else you may 'need' or 'want' on your own."
That was lovely, Olivia though. She had to start a new life with the very man that no one in her unit liked. Sure, he helped her out recently but that did not mean she was supposed to like him. She looked at Trevor from her peripheral vision. He had a blank facial expression. What could he possibly be thinking now? He was not Elliot, so she was unable to read him. Is he dreading this as much as she was? She figured they just had to learn how to get along if they were going to be stuck with one another in an unknown area of a state they've gone to at the most three to four times.
Once in the van, she was stuck in between Trevor and one of the US Marshals. Great, it was not much of a problem, more like their muscular arms – more like Trevor– and their long legs were giving her very limited space. The drive was nearly six hours long and they were just heading west on 86th Street Transverse toward Central Park West. Olivia looked down at the paper bag in her hand that contained their pain medication then at Trevor who had fallen asleep. At least he doesn't snore…
"Let's see what Virginia brings us…" she muttered under breath and leaned back in her seat, the best she could, and began to doze off.
A/N: I don't know ish about WP… However, I did some googling and that was the best I could come up with; I hope you like. They're, uh, "friendship" is made up of respect, hatred, and maybe a little infatuation? What will it be like sharing a house with the one person you cannot stand? Will it be easy if you ignore each other? Hard because they're all you have from your old life back in New York? Should I continue? Give me your thoughts by reviewing.