A/N: I'm having writers block on my other story "Enough", and I totally took it into a direction that I did not intend for it to go, so I'm having a really tough time deciding on how to finish it. And if I even want to finish it… I will NOT make that mistake with this story! I know, I shouldn't be starting a new one, but I want to. :p So, here goes this one, tell me what you think.

Olivia shoved her key into the lock on her front door, turning the knob when she heard it click. She pushed the door open, stepping onto the small amount of maple colored hardwood floor in front of the door. Her boots clicked against the floor, squishing into the carpet once she got deeper into her apartment.

She glanced over at her answering machine at the red number six that flashed at her. She pushed the play button with her middle finger, throwing her purse down onto the white couch in her living room.

God knows why she bought a white piece of furniture. She was the messiest person in New York, and that's saying something.

The first five messages were from bill collectors, harassing her as always. The last one was from Jamie, a guy she's been seeing for a little over a month now.

"Hey, just wanted to make sure we were still on for dinner tonight. Call me."

She cursed under her breath, completely forgetting about their plans. It was about six, they had agreed to meet at seven for dinner.

She rushed to get ready, slipping on a simple black dress and pumps, leaving her hair down and drowning herself in perfume to hide the smell of sweat due to her lack of a shower.

She was nearly twenty minutes late when she walked into the restaurant. "I'm so sorry I'm late."

Jamie got up to greet her, standing impressively six foot four inches off the ground. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, and then pulled out her chair for her. "You look great."

She smiled, scooting herself closer to him. "You don't look so bad yourself."

Jamie folded his hand around hers. "How was work?"

"Exhausting." Olivia sighed. "How was your day?"

"Better, now that I get to spend time with you." He said.

Olivia's lips curled into a smile, as she looked down at the table. "I just want to go home."

Jamie smirked, narrowing his eyes. "I want to skip dinner and go straight to dessert."

Olivia chuckled lightly, twining her fingers with his. His hands were twice the size of hers, and she loved the way they felt. They were rough, manly, and firm – and he definitely knew how to use them. When he touched her, her whole body dissolved into nothingness. She would get a pure, utter, blissful sensation sent through her when his fingertips met her skin.

"Let's get out of here." Olivia said softly.

Olivia had her legs wrapped tightly around Jamie's waist, as they fumbled through her bedroom door. They landed on her bed, not unlocking their lips for a second.

Olivia was yet again serene, wanting to be nowhere else but in Jamie's arms.

The suction noise their lips were making was music to Jamie's ears. Olivia was the most perfect woman he had ever met; he wanted nothing more than to make love to her all night long.

Jamie's phone rang in his pocket, vibrating against Olivia's thigh. She couldn't help but moan. "Don't answer,"

"I have to." He said. "I'm on call."

Jamie was a doctor at Mercy General, which is where they met. She was there with a victim; he was the doctor on call that night.

"Melissa Vasquez," Olivia repeated into her phone. "Check for any missing person's reports. This girl can't be older than twelve."

Olivia stared at the unconscious girl lying still in the hospital bed and her heart throbbed with sorrow and pity. Luckily, the girl was carrying a school ID with her, or she'd be another Jane Doe.

"Detective?"

Olivia whipped her head around. "Yes."

"Jamie McBride, I'm the doctor that examined Miss Vasquez tonight."

They let a male to a rape kit? That's something that was new to her.

"If Melissa had been awake, there's most likely zero chance of us getting a kit done. The internal damage…she's been through the ringer. Scarring all over her thighs and vagina, it's…Sickening, really."

Olivia nodded. "There's small burn scars on her arms, most likely from cigarettes. We can't seem to find where she came from, though. The only thing her ID says is her name and it has her picture. We aren't even sure her name's really Melissa Vasquez. I have officers looking for any sign that she's a missing person, but there isn't any. It's puzzling."

Jamie raised his eyebrows and sighed heavily. "Unfortunately, I deal with about as many rape victims as you do, Detective. All I can say is that it's a good thing Melissa – or whoever she may be – is alive and here with us. I have the best staff; she'll be taken care of."

"There doesn't seem to be any sign that she'll even wake up. She was unconscious when we found her and she's unconscious now." Olivia scratched her eyebrow with the nail of her thumb. "But I'm staying with her until she does."

Jamie smiled softly. "You're a great woman, Detective -?"

"Benson," Olivia finished. "Olivia."

"You're a great woman, Detective Benson Olivia." Jamie joked.

Olivia smiled. "You can just call me Olivia, Doctor."

"Well, then you can just call me Jamie, Olivia." He said, smiling. "Do you need anything? I can get you a blanket, pillow….? Anything?"

"No, thank you." Olivia said.

Jamie nodded, "Okay, then. I'll see you."

Olivia was never one to mix business with pleasure, but there was something about Jamie that left her feeling rebellious and wild. She'd mix anything with him..

Olivia threw her head back, releasing the death grip her legs had on his body.

Jamie looked at his phone, reading a text from one of the nurses. "I'm sorry,"

Olivia sighed, rolling her eyes. "Go. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Olivia,"

"No, I understand. I have hectic hours just like you do. Go." Olivia said, rubbing his shoulder.

Jamie leaned in, kissing her deeply. "I'll make it up to you." He said, backing away from the bed. "I promise."

Olivia raised her eyebrows, nodding in disbelief.

"Don't be mad, please?"

"Jamie, I'm not mad, just go."

The sound of her lock falling back into place once her front door shut, made her want to cry. She cared for Jamie, more than she's ever cared for anyone in her life, it was hard for her to realize that both of their unpredictable schedules had them both running in different directions.

She rolled off of her bed, sliding her heels off and walking into her restroom.

Olivia turned the knobs on her shower, dialing the hot water all the way, and the cold just a bit. She brushed her fingers through her hair, shaking it with her hands. She smelled horribly, and desperately needed to rub her pomegranate body wash all over her.

No, she desperately needed Jamie to do that.

Okay, so? What'd you think? I'm not even sure what the point of this story is… I'm just super bored. Maybe I'll get like super inspired and then it'll be awesome. Who knows. Anyway, yeah. It'll get more interesting next chapter… I think. I hope. I KNOW! Have some faith in me, guys! (:

Xo,

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