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In a he-said, she-said standoff, who should Olivia believe—the boyfriend of her dreams, or her best friend? Warning: Will have details of rape in chapter two, and possibly later.

Sorry, by the way, I'm terrible with story titles :)

Disclaimer: Regardless of my attempts I still don't own anything.

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"I love you," Olivia Benson whispered to her boyfriend of three weeks, Eric, as she lay her head against his chest and closer her eyes. He smoothed her hair back and smiled as he hugged her close to himself.

"I love you too, Liv," he answered. Olivia smiled as she cuddled closer to her new boyfriend. She couldn't believe how perfect he was. He was sweet, funny, charming, and best of all he understood her job. He knew how hard she worked, and even when she had to cancel dates or leave early in the mornings and late at night he didn't mind.

"Hey Eric?" she asked, turning to look up at him.

"Yeah, Liv?" he asked.

"Can we turn this movie off and go to bed?" she asked him. They had been watching some movie, but she didn't even know which one it was and they had been watching for almost an hour. He smiled as he lifted the remote and flipped off the TV without hesitation.

He grabbed her hand in his as he stood up and pulled her toward her bedroom. He lay down on her bed as he pulled her next to him. She climbed on top of him and straddled him as she trailed light kisses up and down his chest. She ripped off his shirt as he pulled hers over her head and unclasped her bra, both of them smiling the entire time.

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"Liv!" Casey called as she sat down on the desk in front of Olivia.

"Hey Case," she smiled brightly as she looked up at her friend.

"By the look on your face I'm assuming everything is going really well with you and Eric, huh?" she said. Olivia grinned and nodded.

"He's perfect, Case. He's absolutely perfect, I'm so in love and it's only been three weeks! Okay, I know I sound like I'm crazy and getting ahead of myself, but I already feel like I know him completely," Olivia admitted. Casey laughed, then almost fell off the desk when Olivia scooted her chair back, which Casey had been leaning on.

"Jesus Christ!" Casey exclaimed as she fell forward before Olivia caught her, laughing.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed. "I'm really out of it," she added.

"I never would have guessed," Casey teased. "Hey, are you two living together yet?"

"Not yet. It's only been three weeks. I know saying we're in love is already quick, but moving in together would just be too quick," Olivia responded with a shrug. Casey nodded.

"He's perfect though," she added with a sigh. Casey laughed again.

"I'm sure, Liv, considering you can't keep that smile off your face for a second. I have to be in court soon, though. I'll stop by later, bye!" she called as she stood and walked out.

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"Hey Liv, guess what? Guil—" Casey began before stopping dead in her tracks. "Oh…" she exclaimed before turning around and walking out of the room.

"Shit!" she heard Olivia yell from the other side of the door. She heard the sounds of zippers being pulled up and rustling of clothes being thrown back on in a hurry.

"Wow, um, sorry about that… I wasn't sure when you were going to come back…" Olivia said sheepishly as she went out to meet Casey.

"It's okay," Casey said with a laugh as Olivia grabbed her wrist.

"Come meet Eric!" she exclaimed. Casey groaned as Olivia pulled her over to her desk, where the man that Casey could only assume was Olivia's boyfriend was sitting.

"Eric, this is my friend, Casey. I've mentioned her before I'm sure," Olivia said with a smile as she gestured at Casey, whose wrist she still held in her grip.

"Hey Casey, I'm Eric," she said with a bright smile as he held out his hand. Casey tried to shake his hand back, but Olivia was still grasping her right wrist.

"Hey… Liv, I need my hand," she laughed, pulling Olivia out of whatever trance she was in.

"Oh!" she exclaimed with a laugh as she released her grip and sat down next to Eric on her desk. She smiled as she watched her boyfriend and her best friend met each other for the first time, happy that Eric seemed to like her, and Casey seemed to like him enough as well.

"So you're the lawyer for here, right?" he asked Casey once he released her hand from their handshake. Casey smiled back.

"Yeah, I am. What do you do?" she asked him.

"Oh, nothing all that exciting," he responded. "I'm an accountant," he responded with a shrug.

"That's cool," she answered politely.

"Well, Liv, I just wanted to come back and tell you that—" Casey began before she was interrupted by Olivia's ringing cell phone.

"Hold that thought," she whispered as she answered it. She spoke for a moment before her face fell and she ended the call.

"Shit, I have to go. I'm so sorry, baby," she said as she turned to Eric.

"It's okay," he responded with a smile before giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Oh hey, Case, what were you saying?" Olivia asked as she pulled on her coat.

"Guilty on all counts," Casey said with a smile. Olivia smiled back before turning to leave.

"Oh hey, Case, how are you getting home?" she asked as she turned back around to face them.

"I have my bike," Casey shrugged. Olivia exchanged glances with Eric.

"Can you give her a ride home?" Olivia asked him. He nodded as Casey sighed and shook her head.

"I'll be fine, Liv. I always am," she argued. Olivia shook her head at the young attorney.

"There's no point in you biking home when he has his car. Don't argue with me, you know you won't win, lawyer or not," Olivia informed her as she left the precinct. Casey smiled weakly at Eric before he grabbed his coat and threw it on.

"Shall we?" he said as he led her out of the precinct and toward his car.

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"Oh, you take a up right here," Casey instructed, but he passed the turn and continued. She gave him a puzzled look.

"You missed the turn…" she told him as he continued to drive straight ahead before taking a sharp left.

"What are you doing?" she asked quizzically, a little panic rising within her; something was not right, though she couldn't place it exactly. She continued to ask him what she was doing, but he refused to answer her.

"Eric…" she asked.

"I just have to do something first, Casey, be patient," he said irritably. She nodded and shut her mouth. They continued on for another twenty minutes or so before he pulled into the driveway of a house located within some woods. There weren't many other houses around.

"Where are we?" she asked him worriedly as she saw him whip something out from his belt, but she wasn't sure what exactly it was until she felt it pressed against her temple.

"What the…" she exclaimed.

"Just get out of the car. Don't make any noise, and don't forget I have this," he whispered. Casey gasped, but did as she was told. As soon as she stepped out he led her into the house, keeping the object pressed tightly against her back.

"Where the hell are we going?" she whispered to him, but he pressed it harder against her.

"Keep your mouth shut," he demanded as he slammed the door shut behind them and led Casey up the stairs and into a room with a king sized bed. She stopped cold, dead in her tracks, but he pushed her into the room.

"Can't… can't you just do this with Olivia?" she asked shakily. She knew what was going to come of this.

He turned her around so that she was facing him, while still keeping the object against her temple. He caressed her cheek gently, but she felt his hot breath against her and it made her sick.

"She's a cop; she's tough. You're weak, you can't fight me off," he told her. Her mouth fell open—after all her years of putting these sick bastards in jail, she couldn't believe she was actually in the situation of one of her clients.

She watched as he turned the safety off and held the gun up so it was right in front of her face.

"I think you know how this works," he whispered viciously as he began stripping her clothes off. With the gun in her face, she froze and could do nothing but tremble as she was faced with the fact that she was about to be violated in the worst way possible.