This is an idea that popped into my head based on a request for a one word one shot, "Reunion". This is the Bensidy Saga of their break up & reunion, with some songs aiding in the telling of the tale. This first one is the break up.

Lyrics: She Wouldn't Be Gone- Blake Shelton

Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you
Took you home, set you on the counter
Oh, at least a time or two.
Maybe she'd thought it through.

Brian walked into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend and called to her. "Liv, babe?" He got no response. This concerned him; she wasn't supposed to be working today. She was supposed to be off. So, why wasn't she here? Immediately his mind jumped to Lewis. Lewis had her and was torturing her again and he had failed in protecting her, in saving her, for the second time.. He immediately ran through the apartment looking for her, and he realized something. Most of her things were gone. Her shower things, a good deal of her clothes, her jewelry, everything.

His heart stopped for a moment. "No," he whispered to himself. She told him a few times over the past few months that if things didn't change, she was out. It wasn't the physical distance that was the problem, she could handle that. It was the emotional distance. They rarely spoke anymore. Since the trial they'd had sex only a handful of times, and they had cuddled even fewer times. They didn't sit on the couch and kiss anymore. They had grown too comfortable, complacent even. In this moment it was obvious to Brian that she was done. She had finally had enough and was gone for good.

He felt the tears sting his eyes. "She didn't even say goodbye. How am I supposed to fight for her if she doesn't give me the chance?" He shook his head and wiped away his eyes. "I need to find her, and promise her things will be different." He picked up his phone and started calling anyone he could think of, anyone she might go to.

Olivia stood outside of Amanda's door, tears in her eyes, as she reached up to knock on the door. She smiled gently when the blonde opened the door. "Liv?" Amanda asked.

She nodded. "I know this is short notice and I don't want to burden you but can I stay with you for a little bit?"

"Absolutely, is everything okay?"

Olivia shrugged. "I left Brian," she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, her lip quivered and a sob escaped her throat.

Amanda opened the door wider and helped her friend inside. "Hey, come on, have a seat. You want a drink?"

Olivia sat on the couch and wiped her eyes. "Yeah, I guess. Whatever you got."

Amanda poured them some whiskey and walked over to her and sat next to her. "Here," she said gently, handing Olivia the glass. "So tell me, what happened? I thought you two were so happy?"

Olivia let out a small scoff and shrugged. "I love him, Amanda, I really, really do. More than anything, but…" she shook her head. "Since the trial, he's been so emotionally distant. I know this may be a little TMI, but do you know how many times we've sat on the couch and made out for hours on end? We used to do that all the time. He used to like kissing me." She looked down at her lap. "I think he believed what Lewis said about me. That I wanted it all, that I wanted to do the drugs and drink and I was in this hyper aroused frenzy. I don't know if all of him believes that, but I think a part of him does and I just…" she let her head fall into her hands and she just cried, letting out sobs as she did so. "I want the Brian back that I had before the trial, before everything. I just want to feel like he loves me."

Amanda gently rubbed her back. "I get it, Liv," she whispered. "You have a place here as long as you need one. Frannie and I are happy to have you," she smiled gently. Amanda's phone rang and she looked down at it. "It's him," she said softly.

Olivia looked at Amanda. Part of her wanted to take the phone, answer it, and talk to Brian and let him talk her into going back, listen to the promises that would only wind up being broken at some point. "Don't tell him I'm here," she whispered. "Please, I can't handle it right now."

Amanda nodded and answered the phone. "Rollins." She listened to Brian's frantic voice. "No, no Brian. I haven't seen her since yesterday, she was off today." She leaned back and ran a hand over her face. "I'm sure she's fine, but if I see her I'll tell her to call you." She nodded. "No problem, keep me posted." She hung up and put her phone on the table.

Olivia looked over at her. "You're good at that. Like too good."

Amanda looked over at her. "I have an addiction, Liv. Lying is something you get good at. Something you get good at quick if you know what's good for you."

Olivia nodded. "Point taken."

Amanda looked over at her. "You want the bed?"

Olivia shook her head. "I don't want to kick you out of your own bed, Amanda."

The younger blonde shook her head. "Nah, I was gonna crash on the couch anyway. My back is killing me. The firmness of the couch helps it," she lied.

"Are you lying to me?"

Amanda smirked. "That, Sergeant, is for me to know and you to never find out."

"Touché."

She stood up. "Well, bedroom is in there, bathroom's here. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'm going to change real quick."

Olivia smiled. "Hey Amanda, thanks again. I know this was spur of the moment."

She nodded and smiled. "Maybe it'll be good for the both of us. Help you out when you need it, help keep me outta trouble."

Brian called everyone he knew that might have had contact with Olivia (however long it had been since he had seen her). He called Amanda, Nick, Fin, Cragen, Munch, and he had even called Elliot. He went to the bars she went to when she needed to clear her head, he went to the precinct. He went anywhere and everywhere she could be, anywhere she might go. He was speeding through the city, frantically trying to find her. He couldn't lose her. He didn't know what to do without her in his life. He needed her.

He drove until the sun came up, and he still hadn't found her. He just hoped she was somewhere in Jersey, or Connecticut, or Maryland, he hoped she was safe and wasn't in harm's way. When he finally got back to the apartment, he took his phone out and texted her.

I'm sorry baby. If I could go back and change it I would. I can't imagine my life without you. I know I screwed up, but baby please come back. I need you.

He put his phone on the charger and lay in bed, his stomach in knots. He wanted to sleep, but at the same time he wanted to wake up from this nightmare. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms right now, smell her hair, kiss her lips, kiss her body. The tears started to stream down his face. He rolled over, curled up on his side, and buried his head in her pillow, smelling her scent. He wondered if this is what Olivia did when he was gone? If this how she made it through the nights?

Eventually he fell asleep. A few hours later he woke up, forgetting the night before, expecting to hear her quietly padding around the apartment. He got up and quickly realized that their once warm, cozy apartment was cold and empty. There wasn't a love that was here anymore. He stood at the counter, gripping it. "She's got to come back. I can't live like this."

Then he remembered the text message. He ran to his phone and picked it up, seeing that he had a text from Olivia.

I'm sorry, Bri. I can't keep living in a place where I don't feel loved. You will always have a place in my heart. I don't know what happened, if a part of you believes Lewis when he said what he did about those four days, that I wanted it. You don't like kissing me anymore. We don't kiss, we don't make love, we're just… there.

He sighed, knowing she was right. He wasn't sure they could work this out through text but she was talking to him and it was better than knowing nothing. He just needed to keep talking to her. He needed to keep telling her that everything would be different, because if he got her back he'd do anything to make sure he never lost her again.

I know, baby. I know. I haven't been the best boyfriend since the trial and I am so sorry, but please believe me when I tell you that not one ounce of me believes what that monster said. I know you didn't want that. I love kissing you, Olivia. I love making love to you. I love everything about you. I drove around all night last night trying to find you because I just want you back in my arms. I needed to be sure you were safe.

He saw that she read it, and she was typing. She was typing for what seemed to be forever. Maybe she was laying out her terms for coming back. She had to be. He knew she loved him. He needed her here because he couldn't function without her. Finally the text came through.

I love you, Brian, you know I do. You know that I love everything about you with every fiber of my being, and this is killing me. I can't do this anymore, I can't live in a place where I don't feel that my love is reciprocated. Maybe the best thing for us right now is to take some time apart. Take a break. Let our hearts heal. I promise you I'm safe, and maybe one day we can be back in each other's arms. I'm sorry, Brian. I love you, goodbye.

He must have read that text message a million times. He couldn't look away from his phone. She had just broken up with him. They weren't officially "over", they were "on a break". That still meant that she wouldn't be here, that he would no longer come home to her every night, that he wouldn't have the opportunity to wrap her in his arms and kiss her all night long. He wouldn't have the opportunity to make love to her until the sun came up, hear her moaning his name, how much she loved him and what he did to her. He wouldn't feel her nails dig into the skin of his back as her back arched clear off the bed as her orgasm wracked her body.

She was perfect, and he wouldn't have the chance to tell her that. He just wanted to turn the clock back by 48 hours, so he could kiss her one more time. So he could make love to her one more time. So he could tell her over and over again that he loved her with everything he had in him, maybe then, she wouldn't be gone, and he wouldn't be sitting here trying to figure out how to get her back, how to prove to her that he loves her.

Olivia cried herself to sleep the first night. She woke up to the text from Brian, and it took everything in her to put her foot down and say "No, I need this time; I need this time for my heart to heal." She felt like such a bitch, much like she did all those years ago when she turned him away. But she also knew this was different, so much different. She wasn't pushing him away because she didn't want to face her true feelings for him. She was putting some distance between them so that they could reevaluate that this relationship was what they truly wanted and that it would be productive, not just safe.

Safety was important, but so was adventure, and so was feeling loved. She hadn't felt that sense of adventure that feeling of being loved in what felt like forever, but was really only a couple of months. At a time where she needed nothing but love and support from her boyfriend, she felt as though she was getting nothing but arguments and stress. She just wanted to come home at night from a day of dealing with the shit she saw every day, and get wrapped up in his arms, their lips, tongues, and limbs tangled together before they relaxed together as he stroked her hair. She missed the days where that was their norm, make out sessions, hot passionate sex, and cuddling.

She knew that their relationship was more than just sex. She knew that in her heart, but when she had a bad day at work, she didn't mind working it out in the bedroom. It always let her get her frustrations out. Lately, when he was home, he didn't seem interested. There were days when she wanted him to push her against the wall and capture her lips in a searing kiss, but she knew he wouldn't, not afterLewis. He didn't want to trigger her, so he always preferred that she initiate sex. On the rare occasion that he initiated sex, it was always gentle, and sometimes she just wanted him to be rough.

This time apart from Brian was killing her. She wanted to, needed to, have this conversation with Brian but she also needed to stand her ground so Brian knew she was serious when she said that things had to change. If things didn't change quickly Olivia knew that she couldn't live like this forever but if Brian was willing to get his act together and make her feel the way he used to before he took his job at IAB, she would be willing to overlook the fact that he was working more than she cared for, because at the end of the day she could look forward to Brian coming home to her. She could overlook anything and everything because she knew deep down in her heart that she loved this man more than she was sometimes willing to admit.

A/N: Thanks for reading, please review! This is just the first chapter, of five. Next chapter will be Olivia's POV, how she's dealing & handling the break up. You can also find me on Twitter! UnbrokenBarista. Stay tuned!