Amanda arrived at the bar earlier than both she and Nick had agreed upon however it didn't even stun her, instead she began ordering drinks just as quickly as she was able to drink them. Ten-fifteen minutes later, Nick arrived at the bar, he was no longer dressed in a suit meaning that he probably went home it made her a little irratated, he was late but the drink she had just taken a swig of seemed to help her forget those feelings.

"I started without you." She said as he approached her eye sight

"Went to the gym first." That was all he said before ordering a drink.

However Nick wasn't at the gym prior, in fact the last twenty-some times that he used that excuse he wasn't at it. Most of the time, he was drowning himself in alcohol or talking himself out of calling Maria however this time was much different. This time was he was mentally yelling at himself for screwing up things with maria, he thought about his life today, seeing Paula and A.J. have these issues among one another but the only way they found to fix it was to hit her. Things were at the brink of the end between he and Maria but he didn't it her but he also didn't try to talk to her about it either. He just allowed it to happen but by the time that she was calling it quits he was finally ready to talk.

Nick wasn't in the mood, he didn't even want to talk; all he wanted to do was drink.

"You okay?" Amanda asked "That was rough."

"Well, Calhouns just doing her job."

"Yeah but she had no right to go after you like that." Amanda said taking another sip of her drink, before her next speech she scoffed at Nick "She's got a point though."

"Yeah?" He chuckled at her "Yeah, what point is that?"

"That's it's a private manner" Amanda was trying to compose herself but she looked like a barely twenty-one year old who couldn't hold her own liquor. "between Paula Martin and her husband. I just think we're over reaching."

Nick looked at her with confusion in his face, "Amanda, he hit her. End of Story." He couldn't help but stress the point of why they were. There was apart of him that shouldn't have even had to of explained this to her. She was Special Victims Detective, it wasn't her job to put her opinion out there and not to try to hid what happened.

"So, we get to decide what's best for her. That's infantilizing. That's" She scoffed once again "that's making her a victim all over again." Amanda couldn't help but let out a little chuckle at everything she was saying.

Nick looked at her, shook his head "Take it easy."

"You counting my drinks now?" That wasn't what Nick was trying to say he was trying to point it at the ridiculousness of her attitude but she was drunk and there was no saying which way she would take anything he was saying. "Saint Nick? Right? Savior of damaged women."

"Stop." He was trying to keep his composure at this point but she kept pushing him "Look, all i'm saying no man has the right ot hit a woman."

"That's right, That's right." The anger in her voice grew with each word that escaped her mouth, she was leaning in inches away from him "But some of us don't need to be saved. Okay? Like you married a woman who didn't. Right? Maria." Another laugh exited from her "I saw the way she went after you in the squad-"

"I never laid a hand on Maria."

By this time, the raising of Amanda voice was beginning to attract attention from those around the bar.

"Yeah, but you never wanted too? Not at all? She got to you." A devilishly smile appeared on her face "She still gets to you." The next thing that happened was unexpected, she pushed him, hard. Nick just quickly smiled and shook his head. It was like a small child battling their mother. "Huh, that doesn't get to you?"

"No."

She was pushing him once again, "Man come on. Like that. That wouldn't get to you."

"No."

"Really? How about that?" she spoke again followed by another push "Come on, Nick. I know it does."

"Are you jealous of Maria now? IS that what's happening now?" Those few words that he said seemed to be the only thing that snapped her back to reality.

"That's where you're going?"

However that didn't keep her sane long, she returned to pushing him. She leaned closer to him as well as pulling him by his jacket towards herself. "We've all seen you loose it. The whole squad room heard you yelling at your wife on the phone." Everything past those few sentence Nick stopped listening to, it wasn't until the last few things that she said that he wasn't able to control.

"Some of us don't want to be saved!" She said this time shoving him as hard as he could, it was by this time that he could no longer handle it.

He stood up, quickly; forcing the stool he sat on to fall behind him. He was angry, he wanted to yell at her; to tell her off. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he pointed his anger at his drink, hitting her across the room as it shattered into millions of pieces. He was done. He left the room.

Amanda watched as Nick left, scoffing at him. "There all alike. They think they can tell us what to do." She grabbed her drink took another large gulp "Boss us around just because of that thing you have in your pants!"

It wasn't long before the bartender cut off Amanda, she of course was angry at him but it didn't take her long to forget why she was mad or even who she was mad at. She did however manage to make it home where she poured herself into more alcohol that she had hidden in her home. The night ended quickly for her, one second she was dancing to the radio and the next she was passed out on the floor with alcohol on her clothes.