I do not own Law and Order SVU or the characters.
Olivia sat at a bar only a few blocks from her apartment, nursing her third drink. Drunk was not her goal, only a nice buzz to ease the pain of the day. The cases only got worse, and she was learning that there wasn't actually a way to cope with she could do was get the criminals off of the streets, and pray that more wouldn't act out. A gentle hand rested on her shoulder, bringing her out of her daze. Expecting Elliot, she turned towards the man with a soft smile, gasping as she was greeted with a different, but familiar face.
"Olivia Benson, I knew it was you! Beautiful as ever" The man complimented. Olivia stood and wrapped her arms around him, squirming and letting out a squeal when he tickled her sides.
"Same old Mickey Sherman I see" She teased. "Where the hell have you been? It's like you dropped off the planet after high school". She sat back down and grabbed his hand so that he would sit next to her. He ordered them another round, winking at the bartender.
"So what have you been up to for the last fifteen years?" Mickey asked.
"Well you know, college, the academy, becoming a detective. The usual. You?"
"Wow, sounds like you've been busy, Liv" He said as he placed his hand on her back, moving it in small circles. Something that resembled a pur came from Olivia's throat. His touch was as soothing as she remembered.
"You never mentioned a husband or kids" He observed.
"Yeah..What can I say? I'm married to the job" She joked.
"That doesn't sound like the same Olivia from high school. You wanted the whole package".
Olivia sipped her drink, not realizing that she was leaning into Mickey even more. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she was feeling very tired now. Her body wanted nothing more than to plop down on a bed, but she was enjoying catching up with an old friend...and lover.
"Don't worry my plan didn't work out either. I'm a pharmacist and I've been divorced for six years".
"I'm so sorry" Olivia said, giving his thigh a comforting squeeze. Their eyes were locked in a comforting stare, bringing a soft smile to Olivia's face.
"I've missed you Mickey" She confessed quietly.
"I've missed you, too". They stayed that way for several moments before Mickey broke the silence.
"Do you want to go for a stroll?"
She nodded, watching in awe as he threw some cash down on the bar to cover both of their tabs for the evening. They walked out hand-in-hand, but after a moment Mickey put his arm around her shoulders.
"Still like a nice walk to clear your head, Mick?"
"Well, this one isn't meant to clear my head".
"What does that mean?"
He took a quick look around, making sure that they were in the right spot. He swiftly yanked a cloth from his pocket, using it to cover her mouth and nose. Olivia reached for her gun, but remembered that it was locked up in her apartment. She tried to fight him, managing to elbow him in the gut, but it was too late. Her eyes began to close no matter how much she tried to refuse them. She felt her body relax and Mickey lift her over his shoulders. Then it all went black.
"I'm so sorry, Liv. This is good for both of us, I promise" Mickey said as he buckled her up in the passenger seat. He grabbed a few things from the basket in the back seat, doing his best to disguise a sleeping Olivia. Once the blonde wig, the glasses, and some dark lipstick was on, he got in the driver's seat. He pulled a small blanket up from the back seat, covering her so that it would look like she was sleeping.
"We're worth it, baby" He whispered as he drove off, leaving Manhattan for the last time.