Disclaimer: Do I own them? No. Do I play with Dick Wolf's/NBC's toys and do dirty things with them? Maybe ;)


She was falling hard.

No, not like oh-my-god-I'm-falling-on-the-concrete-pavement-oh-goodness-Prince Charming-come-help-me-sweet-baby-Jesus-come-save me-I'm-falling-off-the-face-of-the-earthkind of falling.

She was falling madly in love. And it scared her. Severely.

She had never felt feelings for another woman.

But damn was she sexy.

The way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her mouth caressed each syllable as she spoke, the way her eyes moved when she was deep in thought, it was all so…intoxicating.

And she can't get enough.

She feels awkward around her. Does she know, or does she not know? Is it obvious? Does this mean I swing both ways now? Or is she the only exception?

But she should've expected it. She did her research on her before transferring: she should have known.

But you don't truly know a person until you've met them.

She doesn't know if she'll ever feel the same way towards her. Hell, she doesn't even know if she has feeling towards the same sex!

So Amanda Rollins sits at her desk daily, watching Olivia Benson go about her daily work routine, keeping her lustful feelings to herself, waiting for any indication on her sexual preference.

Yes, she fell. Hard.