A/N: Venson One Shot(s). It might become more than 1 chapter if I get reviews. Hint hint.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago PD or Law&Order: SVU. The lovely Dick Wolf does.

When she opened her eyes the place wasn't familiar. She almost freaked 'till she heard a groan. It sounded familiar, but why? She turned to face the figure and relaxed the moment her eyes landed on him. How the hell did this happen? Didn't really matter 'cause they slept with each other. Not like he was a bad person to sleep with she just didn't expect it to happening 'till now. Her head was pounding furiously.

If the pounding in his hadn't woke him up it would have been her calling his name softly. He groaned once more and opened his eyes. His eyes opened wider when he saw who it was. Damn, how'd he get her in bed? She was way out of his league. Didn't matter though he thought. What was done couldn't be undone. How drunk did they get?

Thinking just made the headache worst, but he turned around to voice. She stopped calling his name when he faced her. She looked beautiful in the morning without makeup. He got up and went to go look for his boxers. Then he closed the shades, too much sun was making his headache worst. He looked over towards her. Did she have a hangover too? Last time had a hangover was probably college.

"Morning." He said with a small smile.

"Morning." She replied softly. "You getting Tylenol 'cause I could use some badly."

"Yeah, I'll bring you glass to go with it. Anything else I could get you?" He asked.

"A shirt would be nice to have, so I can get out of bed." She replied.

He went to his dresser to find a plain white tee for her to wear. He was utterly surprised she didn't ask for her own clothes. He found one and gave it to her. Then he left to get the Tylenol and water for the both of them.

She was happy that he had a shirt she can wear. It was a little big, but it didn't really matter. She got up to go find him and try to offer to make breakfast. The least she could do before leaving or they could go out to eat. She wasn't the pickiest when it came to eating food in or out.

She walked down the stairs and went toward the noises that lead her to kitchen. He was looking for another glass and then stopped. He picked up the water bottle and tossed her one. They both walked back upstairs to the bedroom. He walked into the bathroom and got the Tylenol.

He was gonna walk out of the room again, but she caught his hand. He turned around and looked at her worried.

"You alright? Want something else because I can get it if you like." He suggested.

"You offer everything, but one. I was just gonna ask about breakfast, unless you don't do the breakfast thing than it's fine." She said.

"I thought you wouldn't mine getting brunch; I thought it be better after the headaches disappeared." He replied.

"Sounds better."

He nodded. God, he wanted to see her more often, but Manhattan was far. Could he convince her to stay another day? Maybe he can fly out there. Not now obliviously as it would be too soon.

The Tylenol finally kicked in and they both got up. Her for the bathroom and him to throw away the water bottles. It was gonna be either a tough or easy day. Every cop wanted an easy day, but then who would be doing their job?

"I'm gonna shower; could I borrow a towel and maybe some sweats, so when I get to my hotel I can just change." She said.

"Or we can head to your hotel and shower there. It be easier, I'll take a quick shower." He replied.

"Still need the sweats though; I don't know where my clothes are." She responded rather quickly.

"Right," he said while looking in the drawers for warm sweats. "Here this should be good. Give me 20 and we'll leave."

In 20 minutes he was done. He went into a room and came out with her jeans. He mumbled saying he found them on the stairs and just tossed them in the washer. The jeans were somewhat dry.

They drove in silence sneaking glances here and there. At some point they intertwined there hands. What happened last between the two was needed and definitely wanted. No need to hide visible chemistry; no point in lying to themselves. Lying to the others was an ok.

It took her about the same time it took him to shower and be done. He took her to one of his favorite diners in the area and ate brunch before both squads called saying they had a new lead on the case they were working on.

Before getting out of the car and into the 21 he stopped her. He hadn't actually had feelings for a lady in years. After his wife died the job became his 'wife' and only caring about the job, but Erin and Justin were first. It was now or never he thought.

"Olivia, last night was wonderful and I don't usually act out on my feelings, but would—" she cut him off.

"Hank, I do want to see you after this case. I want to at least try to make us work." She responded answering his unasked question.

He nodded and they both got out entering the 21st. This was gonna be something new for them. Long distance relationships were probably the hardest, but they both cared deeply for each other. In the past week working with him side by side the chemistry grew. I guess his badass side got to her. She couldn't help it he made her laugh, smile and mad. The badasses were the fun ones as she saw it and the proof was Hank Voight.

Hank made a promise to himself that he'd make it work no matter what. Olivia Benson wasn't just a regular woman you met at the bar. She was one of those people that stood out from the crowd in the best way possible. If he was gonna make this work that meant at least once a month he'd visit her down in Manhattan. Whatever it took to keep her happy and smiling.

He was gonna make this work after all he was Hank Voight.

A/N: If you want more one shots of these 2 just say so in the review thing. At the moment it is gonna stay as a one shot, but if I get no reviews in a week or two I might make it complete and not touch this ever again.