Disclaimer: Olivia's not mine. She belongs to Dick Wolf and you know it.
This is just a little tiny oneshot idea that came to me. It's from Olivia's point of view.
As a sex crimes detective, I see the worst – and sometimes the best – sides of human nature daily. I deal with the most heinous of crimes, the worst kind of scum, the most innocent victims who didn't deserve to be treated the way they were. Any delusions I might have had about the world were eliminated on day one and I know better than anyone that it's not a friendly place.
Most people who see what I see daily wouldn't be able to handle it. They wouldn't be able to lead normal, well-functioning lives. I've seen witnesses of these crimes who are just as traumatized as the victims. But me – I'm not neccessaily immune to this kind of emotion, but I can cope better because that's my job.
Most people who see what I see daily would spend their lives looking over their shoulder, sure some sick monster is behind them, watching them, waiting. But that's not living. That's waiting to die.
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