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Olivia sat down in the hospital lobby with her legs crossed waiting for the doctor of their new victim. It was a normal routine for her. Nick sat beside her clicking his pen as he bounced his leg up and down. She wanted to tell him to knock it off but she knew she would would hypocritical knowing she would do the same now and again. Amanda sat on the other side of her, playing with the loose button on her jacket.

Olivia leaned her head back, licking her dry lips. Once she heard a shuffle, all three looked up to see if it was the doctor. Except it was a tall young woman with long brunette hair and striking green eyes. Her lips were plump , something Olivia noticed as she was twisting a lollipop in her mouth. She was almost looked like a combination of Lana Del Rey and Angelina Joli.

She's beautiful, Olivia thought.

"Hello," the woman said, her voice husky. They all heard her heavy English accent.

"Hello," both Nick, Amanda, and Liv greeted.

Olivia couldn't help but stare at the woman, until the woman looked up. As soon as her eyes met green, she quickly turned her head away, intensely blushing. Nick however just looked down at his knees, growing impatient with the doctor. Luckily Doctor Anderson soon showed up.

"So how is she?" Nick asked. He stood up and Amanda did the same.

Doctor Anderson sighed"Not so good. Her name is Joan Winter and it looks like she was vaginal raped. She has bruises on her wrist, thighs, forearms, and ankles. I'm thinking she was tied up by the looks of it,"

Olivia sighed , rubbing her forehead. Some days she swore she was too old for this. "Okay...Thank you doctor,"

Doctor Anderson nodded and walked off leaving the two behind. Olivia stood up, running her hand down the front of her pants. She looked at the other two detectives. "You guys go speak to her, her mother is in there too. I'm going to stay here and wait for her father,"

"Got it," Amanda mumbled. Nick followed after her.

Olivia sighed once again, running a hand through her hair.

"You're a detective," said that same husky voice. Olivia turned around and saw the beautiful woman staring at her. "Must be hard,"

"It is," Olivia agreed. She sat down three seats away. She wanted to avoid the woman's eyes so she started ahead at the suicide hotline poster on the wall. She already had the number stored in her phone, Detective Orland actually had one on the side of his desk back at the precinct.

"So what's your name?"the woman asked.

"Sergeant Benson," Olivia answered. She glanced at the woman before turning her eyes towards a poster for vaccination.

"I'm Luna,"the woman said proudly. Olivia looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She could tell by the tone of the woman's voice that it was suppose to mean something. To her it didn't. "Luna McKenzie. My father was the last governor and I own the fashion brand Galaxy. I see you're wearing my jacket,"

Olivia looked down at the white leather jacket she wore and back at the young woman. "Yeah...I know who your father is...I didn't vote for him. Plus my friend bought this jacket for me,"

She turned her head away from Luna, only to hear her laughing. "It's okay I don't like my father either. Barely saw the asshole because he had to 'run the best city in the country',"

Olivia chuckled. "God I hate his slogan,"

"You're not the only one," Luna laughed. It sounded so sweet and addictive to hear. Olivia turned her gaze back on the other brunette and gave her a thin smile."I saw you on the news last year," Olivia frowned, looking away, "No, hey...I think what you did was amazing. You're a big inspiration,"

"It was nothing," Olivia shrugged. She looked back at the woman. "So why are you in the hospital?"

"Oh...my damn mom broke her leg. My asshole of a dad hasn't even showed up,"

"I'm sorry,"

"God...You're one of those people," Luna sighed. Olivia furrowed her eyebrows cocking her head to the side. "One of those people who feel the need to apologize for things that isn't their fault...it's quite irritating...So you're from New York,"

"Born and raised. You?"

"Yeah, I am. Except I prefer Paris. Have you ever been outside of the US Detective?"

"Sergeant," Olivia corrected. "And I've been to the Bahamas,"

"Boring," Luna sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Well not all of us are millionaires," Olivia spat.

"Then maybe you should become one...or find one to date," Luna said seriously. Olivia looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. "You are attractive...what your only Fourty two?"

"Try Fourty seven," Olivia chuckled at Luna's wide eyes. "For a thirty year old you should try bothering someone else,"

"I'm Fourty detective," Luna grinned. "And I'm getting on your nerves...funny. You seem very interesting,"

"Sergeant," Olivia corrected again. "No..I'm not trust me.,"

"Then maybe you could try some new things," Luna suggested. She moved closer to Olivia staring at her. Olivia shifted uncomfortably and leaned back in her chair. "Want to go on a date...Sergeant?"

"Sorry sweetheart but my door doesn't swing that way,"Olivia said.

Luna smirked, biting her lower lip. There was something about this detective that interest her and it was sometimes are to find things that impressed her...especially for a millionaire. Having money was actually boring. There was nothing to really want because she could buy everything. Maybe it was the detective's smart remarks or intense sarcasm, but just her presence was intriguing. She was actually surprised the detective was straight.

Maybe the chase would be fun for now and when she would get her she would drop her. Luna didn't fall in love it was just a fun game to her, but there was something that drew her to the detective in front of her.

"Well how about we just hang out," Luna suggested.

"My schedule is full sorry," Olivia dismissed. A doctor called Luna's last name and she quickly stood up.

Olivia watched as Luna opened her large purse, pulling out a card and pen. Olivia rolled her eyes as she wrote a number on the card. "Call me ,detective,"

"Sergeant," Olivia hissed becoming annoyed. Luna chuckled shrugging her shoulders. "Whatever,"

Before Olivia could even accept the card, Luna brushed her hand away and put it between her cleavage. Luna winked at Olivia who sat with an intense blush she hadn't had since her crush asked her out back in high school. "Nice shirt Sergeant,"

Olivia pulled the card out of cleavage quickly, watching Luna walk down the hall with a doctor. Olivia rolled her eyes and crumbled the card before throwing it in the trash.

TBC