Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in SVU. I only own characters I create.

A/N: I missed writing! And I haven't abandoned any of my other stories, I have been through alot and lost my motivation. This idea popped into my head after recently re-watching Behave. This is going to be a slow burn fic. Not overly slow but slow. The beginning will be angsty but I hope to turn it into a light-hearted fluffy romantic story. Also TW because I'm still me.

Chapter One

As Vicki reached for her hand and continued to talk about her series of rapes by Bill Harris over the span of sixteen years, Olivia feels her heart break for the young woman.

"I didn't know what to do!" Vicki cried. "So I moved back here with my Mom, until she died seven months ago." She sobbed.

Olivia squeezed Vicki's hand reassuringly as the nurse continued the exam. "And then he attacked you again last night?" She asked.

Vicki's lip trembled, and she nodded. "Yes." She locked eyes with Olivia, "Are you really going to get him?" She asked almost desperately.

Olivia squeezed Vicki's hand once again, "If it's the last thing I do." She said.

Vicki wasn't so sure she actually believed Olivia or not, but what else could she do? Someone finally stepped in and maybe it was time to let someone in. It's been years. She has been dealing with the torture for years. Alone. Because she would rather push people away, they would leave anyway. Her parents wanted her to act like it never happened and when she went off to college and the second attack happened she just ran away. Then she met Scott, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and when her third attack happened the week before their wedding, she had to break up with him. He just couldn't understand why she freaked out every time he tried to touch her. She sighed and tried to go somewhere else.

After the exam was finished, Olivia drove Vicki back to her place.

"Thank you." Vicki said quietly, opening the car door.

"Vicki, wait." Olivia says. She digs around for a pen and a piece of paper before scribbling her personal cell number on it. "Here, call me anytime." She stresses anytime, because she would answer Vicki's call whenever she needed her. If she would let her help. She really wanted to.

Vicki looks down at the number, planning to tear it up as soon as she got inside. She couldn't get close to someone else again just to let them in and get even more broken when they leave. "Ok, thank you." She says hurriedly opening the car door and darting inside her house.

Olivia hesitated for a few moments before pulling into the traffic and heading to her house. She got in the door and kicked off her shoes. She placed her badge and gun on the small table before heading down the hall to her bedroom and master bathroom. After she showered she picked at a salad and mindlessly flipped through the channels, before huffing and clicking the T.V. off in frustration. After placing the salad on her night stand, she dived into her pillows and rolled onto her side, curling into a ball. She shut her eyes and sighed. She tossed and turned. She couldn't stop thinking about Vicki. Haunted by the broken look on her face when she asked if she would stay with her.

As long as it takes.

Olivia slept restlesly until her alarm went off and she turned it off. She sighed in disappointment that Vicki hadn't called her and made a note to call her later.

Vicki stayed up all night. She couldn't sleep. She was sitting curled up in her living room on the couch, rubbing the small piece of paper clutched in her hand. She didn't know why she still had it. She knew Olivia was just being nice and doing her job. She wasn't going to burden her any further. She crumpled the paper and tossed it to the other side of the couch. She stood to her feet and groaned at her bodies protest after being curled up for the past few hours, heading to her bathroom and starting a bath. She dropped some bubble bath in and watched the tub fill up, methodically stripping off the clothes. She melted into the soothing water and inhaled the lavendar scent from the bubbles. She relaxed into the tub and let the tears flow. She reached over and grabbed the razor sitting in the shower caddy and took off the safety cap, horizontally dragging the blade across her inner wrist. She hadn't done this in years but she was still mesmerized as she watched small beads of red begin to bubble up as the sting from the cut began to feel good.

Olivia sighed and tapped on her keyboard only looking up when she saw movement out of her peripheral vision.

Elliot sighed and took a look at his partner and friend. "You here all night?" He asked already knowing the answer. Sitting a cup of coffee in front of her.

She takes a sip and sighs in approval and appreciation. "Thanks. Yeah I got a couple hours in the crib." She said tiredly.

"Anything?" Elliot asked.

"Not yet. He's good at his job and highly praised for it. He's never married, he lives alone and no kids. Problem with women?" She says.

"Or he's gay. Doesn't make him a rapist Liv." Elliot replies gently, moving to his desk.

Just then Olivia's computer pinged letting her know she had a new e-mail. She opened it and read it and then her eyes widened. "But this might." She said turning her screen so Elliot could see the message.

After sharing their latest findings with Captain Cragen, Olivia heads over to Vicki's house.

"Vicki it's Olivia." Olivia says pressing on the bars outside Vicki's door trying to will them out of her way. She had this unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong.

Vicki heard Olivia at the door and she was quickly trying to pull on sweats and a t-shirt, while also trying to get a bandage on her fresh cuts. "Fuck." She said quietly.

After almost a minute Olivia knocked again. "Vicki, please let me in." Her worry was increasing.

"I'm coming!" Vicki called. She slipped on a sweater and went to the door. "Hello Detective Benson."

"Can I come in?" Olivia asked. Relief filling her as she saw the young woman was seemingly alright.

Vicki opened the security door and moved aside to let her in. "I guess."

Olivia stepped inside and watched Vicki close and lock both doors.

Vicki lead Olivia into her living room and gestured for the detective to have a seat.

"So what's going on?" Vicki asked, her anxiety rising.

"I think there might be a way to get him. He busted out a window of his hotel room the same night you were raped." Olivia said.

"O-ok...but that doesn't really prove anything right?" She asked. Disappointment evident in her voice.

"He also put the mileage it would take to make the trip from his hotel and back again on the rental car he had." Olivia said hopefully.

Vicki nodded. Her arm began to burn and she thoughtlessly rubbed it.

Olivia noticed. "Are you ok?" She asked.

Vicki's eyes widened and she cussed herself for getting caught. "Yeah, yes, I-I uh accidentally cut myself cooking." She lied. It wasn't an accident and she hadn't eaten in days.

Olivia's features softened. "Do you want me to take a look?" She asked reaching for Vicki's arm. "I have first aid training."

Vicki stood up and began to get a little panicked. "No it's fine. I put a bandaid on it. C-could you please just leave?" She asked looking down at the carpeted floor.

"I could help you if you let me Vicki." Olivia says softly, rising to her feet. "I wish you would let me." She says slowly walking toward Vicki.

"Please don't Detective Benson." Vicki begged as her resolve began to crumble.

"I told you to call me Olivia." Olivia said reaching for Vicki's arm and easily raising the sleeve. She frowned at being right about her suspicions. The bandage had began to bleed through. "Vicki..." She whispered. She gently pulled her into a hug.

Vicki broke down in Olivia's arms. All the care and tenderness she felt in that hug she felt safe enough to let go.

Maybe she could let Olivia in. Maybe she would try.

So...?