I'm baaaaack! And of course, I had to write a hurt/comfort fic. They're the easiest to write. This is the first I've written in like... three years or so, so be gentle! But any constructive criticism is, of course, always welcome. And I would love to feel the love in the form of any reviews/comments/feedback. They make me happy :) I hope you are all doing very well today and I hope you enjoy the story! I'm having a lot of fun writing this one. I'm super excited to be back!

PS- This is part 1. I have no idea how many parts there will be. Probably only 2 or 3 I think.

Disclaimer: They're clearly not mine because if they were, the show would have had a hell of a lot more rainbow in the show :)

Olivia was grinning. She couldn't help it. Today was a fantastic day. It was Friday, which meant she had the next two days off, she'd just finished the paperwork on the perp she and Elliot had caught today which meant she wouldn't have to do any of that this weekend, and she was now walking down the hall to Alex's apartment where she would find out how many years their last perp had gotten. She was particularly eager to hear what the sentence was for this one because this guy was a disgusting slimeball- one of the more disgusting perps she'd had to deal with. She was sure he'd get life. Realistically, she could have just called their ADA to find out, but she wanted to hear those beautiful words (life sentence) in person. Alex had a sharp memory and she'd be able to walk Olivia through the court proceedings as if it were happening live. Plus, the brunette had to admit that her co-worker looked really cute walking around the room and animatedly relating what had happened. Alex was always really eager and excited to tell her what happened.

This was a recent thing, Alex recounting the court cases for Olivia. The brunette had made a passing remark one time that one of the things she regretted most about her job is the fact that she never got to sit in on the court cases and watch the men get sentenced. She regretted that because she wanted the satisfaction of watching them get put away.

She hadn't expected Alex to offer to recount the events, but when the blonde insisted she was more than happy to, Olivia eagerly agreed. So, for the last few weeks, Olivia had been visiting Alex during her lunch break to hear how things were progressing in court. The blonde walked around the room retelling the goings-on of the day, and Olivia sat back and secretly smiled when Alex got really into it. The blonde was really cute sometimes because her emotions would come out, and she would either get really angry or really excited, the latter usually when she was getting to the conviction.

Deep down Olivia knew she was starting to like these visits for more than just the news of what was happening in the court, but she never admitted that to Alex. Hell, she'd been hiding the fact that she liked the woman for years, only now she was finding it more difficult because she saw her so often. But, she couldn't stop herself from coming to see the blonde. She was attracted to her, and she liked the personal time they spent together. She never really hesitated going to see her.

Olivia pulled herself from her thoughts and paused before her co-worker's door. Alex hadn't exactly invited her here. She had come because she hadn't found her at her office. It was odd for Alex not to be at work, but Olivia figured the blonde just wanted to rest. It had been a long week for both of them, and Alex had confessed that she was looking forward to the weekend. This morning they had agreed to meet later in her office to discuss the trial and conviction, and when Olivia was told Alex had gone home, the brunette got in her car and drove here- without even really thinking about it. However, now that she was face-to-face with the white door, she wasn't sure if she should knock. What if Alex was sleeping? Olivia checked her watch to be sure: 7:30 pm. She doubted the blonde would be asleep at this hour. What if she was interrupting? But if Alex had plans, she wouldn't have told the detective to "just drop by whenever". Should she really be coming to her home? After all, they weren't really friends. Would Alex find it weird that she came to her home? Olivia shook her head and finally just raised her hand and knocked on the door.

She waited.

Nothing.

She bit her bottom lip, debating whether or not to knock again or go. She waited another minute. As she turned to go, she heard movement on the other side of the door. It kind of sounded like a piece of furniture being moved over hardwood floor. She turned around to once again face the door and gently called out Alex's name.

"It's me." She said.

She heard the blonde clear her throat.

"I'm not feeling very well Liv. Do you mind if we meet up tomorrow?"

Olivia knew as soon as she heard her voice that something was wrong. Something was going on. Alex's voice was never that strained, ever. Her voice never cracked, and yet it had as she spoke.

"What's wrong? Maybe I can help. Can I come in?"

Olivia was trying to buy time, trying to figure out what to do. Maybe Alex had a cold or was upset and didn't want her to see. She wasn't quite sure what it was. People's voices cracked when they were crying, so maybe that's what it was. It made sense. Alex was very private and if the woman had been crying she wouldn't want Olivia to know. But then the brunette wanted to know why she'd been crying.

"No. Just go home Liv."

"I'm not going home until I see that you're okay."

Olivia heard her move around and for a second everything went quiet. Then, she heard the deadbolt. The brunette reached into her jacket and gripped her gun. The door opened a foot and Alex stuck her head out.

"Look Olivia, I'm fine. I appreciate the concern but I just want to relax and go to bed. We can talk tomorrow."

To anyone else, Alex probably would have been convincing. But that nagging feeling in Olivia's gut just wouldn't leave her alone. She took a step forward and Alex moved to block the opening in the door. Olivia reached her hand out, and gently placed it on the door. She looked into Alex's eyes and saw fear, and that's when she knew.

Ps- Not gonna lie, one of my biggest pet peeves is people who put this under story alert but don't review. I love that you love my story enough to want to follow it, but I just think as a general courtesy to those who wrote it, you should leave something to encourage them to continue! I'm sure the other writers here can at least identify a little with that statement! :)