Olivia Benson walked out of the 1-6 in quite a huff. She was pissed that she had let some perp rile her up like that. It was ridiculous, and she was better than that. She had been threatened plenty of times before, and it had never been an issue. So what was different now?

That was a silly question. She knew what was different: one of these scumbags had actually come through on his promise to hurt her. William Lewis had held her hostage and tortured her, and the fact that she still hadn't gotten back to normal was worse than it all. She returned to the apartment she shared with Brian Cassidy and slammed the door behind her, a little more forcefully than she had meant to.

"Bad day?" came Brian's voice from the kitchen. He had promised to get off of work early and make dinner that night, which was as frightening as it was thoughtful, given his hit and miss track record with cooking.

"Something like that," she replied.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really." She wasn't ready to let anyone know she was losing it over a passing remark in an interrogation room. At least she had Brian to watch out for her. She shook off the thought. Dependency on another person was the last thing she wanted, so she smiled at her boyfriend and proceeded to have a lovely, if not slightly dry, salmon dinner with the person she loved most, hiding from him everything she had thought or felt that day.

The pair went to their respective workplaces in the morning, and Olivia shook of the scare from the evening before. Her day seemed like it would be a normal one. As she sat in the car with Amaro on a stakeout, she thought back on how ridiculous the whole ordeal was. The threat, while creepy, hardly seemed sincere. The eighth grade science teacher had whispered 'I'll fuck you like you just said you'd do anything for an A in my class, detective." It wasn't even creative, or well thought out. the entire-

Olivia was snapped out of her revere by her cell phone ringing.

"Benson," she answered mechanically. Her lips slowly parted as a look of disbelief came over her face. "Shit."

Amaro stared at her in concern. "What's going on, Liv?"

"Drive to Mercy."

"What?"

"Now!"

"Olivia, I-"

"Brian's been shot, Nick! Just GO!"

Without another word, Nick started driving. Whether or not he approved of Cassidy, he was not about to go against Benson's wishes. He respected her as a detective, and feared her as the passionately loyal girlfriend of an injured officer. He flipped on the sirens and sped the entire drive.