Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line. Something I came up with randomly, I apologize if it's horrible.
Alive
She didn't think she would ever grow used to being woken up in the middle of the night by the shrill of her phone. She tried not to complain though, because it usually meant someone was in lot worse shape than she was. She grabbed blindly at her bedside table for the cause of her lost sleep.
"Benson." Olivia said as she sat up in the bed.
"I'm about five minutes from your place, we caught a case. A girl was assaulted. Some guy tried to intervene, got his ass kicked and the suspect got away. I know this is exactly how you like to start your mornings." It was Elliot and he sounded wide awake, lucky him.
"Oh yea, you know me." It was frustrating for her because it was never ending. There would always be that one asshole out there. "Give me a few and I'll be down." She said as she started getting dressed. She put her her phone in her pocket and went to brush her teeth and make herself presentable. She snapped on her gun and badge before heading out the door.
When she got in the car, Elliot greeted her with a warm cup of coffee. "Good morning!"
"Thanks, but I never have a 'good' morning." She said with a sly smile as she took a sip of her warm deliciousness. "Though, it's slowly getting better."
Elliot laughed "Yea, you're welcome."
When they arrived at the scene, they walked over to the ambulance where a young girl was sitting. She looked to be in her early twenties. She had a few bruises on her face and her dress was ripped. Her face held the all too familiar look of fear. Olivia was sick of seeing that look on peoples faces.
"Hey, I'm Olivia from Special Victims Unit. Could you tell me what happened?"
She looked up from her daze and spoke "Uh..I was walking to meet a friend. This guy grabs me and pulls me to the alley. He uh..starts hitting me and he..ripped my dress. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden the guy is on the ground and there is another guy..they start fighting and I called 911. The guy who attacked me kicked the other guy in the face and he ran. He smelled like sweat and mothballs, that's all I know to tell you. I was too scared to get a good look."
"Ok, that's good, you did good." Olivia said. She looked to the paramedic and asked "Where is the witness at?"
The paramedic pointed to the back of the ambulance and said "Pretty boy took a few blows to the head. He just needs a few bandages and some Tylenol and he will be fine."
Olivia looked in the ambulance and could see a guy, a very attractive guy at that, swatting a medics hand away. He looked pretty beat up. He had some cuts and bruises beginning to form. Even with blood trickling down his forehead, she still found him attractive. Maybe the blood and cuts added to the boyish, bad boy charm he had going on? She shook the thoughts from her head and stepped into the ambulance.
"Hey, I'm Detective Olivia Benson from Special Victims Unit. I heard you saved the day. Who knows what could have happened if it hadn't been for you."
He turned to look at her and a smile formed on his face. "Well, I'm glad I was able to help her."
"Did you get a good look at the guy?" She asked.
He sat up a little straighter and winced when he did so. "Yea, tall, buff and scraggly."
She smirked "I'm going to need you to come by the precinct and describe him to a sketch artist, but first I need you to get to the hospital and get checked out. I need you to have a clear head."
He looked at her with beautiful hazel eyes and a bold smile and said "Anything you need."
Was he flirting with her or just being a regular douche? Douche or not, those eyes and that smile were really working on her. "I'll see you soon, Mr.?"
"Reid, Damian Reid." He stated
"Well, I'll see you soon Mr. Reid." She said
"I'm looking forward to it, Olivia." he said as he looked up at her with a sexy mega watt smile.
She noticed his incisor was slightly crooked and it even added to his charm. There was no doubt about it, he was hot. She shook her head and stepped out.
'He is a lot younger than you, Olivia.' She said to herself. She knew she was attractive, but she was no spring chicken and guys like that were into party girls and one night stands. She didn't do either. She realized a long time ago that one night stands may bring comfort for a night, but the next morning it's all the same. You're alone and there is no one to hold you. She wanted someone to be there for her when she got home and to be there when she woke up. It's just hard to meet someone when you work crazy hours.
When she did go on dates and they found her what she did for a living, it was usually a deal breaker. A deal breaker for them if they were freaked out and a deal breaker for her if they were too interested and freaked her out. So she just stopped going on dates. She should just get a cat and call it a day. Maybe a cute tabby. Hmm.