Hi all! I've recently started watching SVU, and so I'll be writing fic for both OUAT and SVU now. Hope your holidays were merry! (I'm a little late, I know).

It had been a long day by the time Voight finally arrived home. The court session seemed to be everlasting, and after the whole ordeal had ended Erin had insisted they go grab dinner to celebrate the verdict. It was nice that he had the opportunity to spend time with her, as she was one of the few people that knew Camille and understood the importance of her presence in both of their lives. Voight never had a knack for letting people in easily, but Erin was an exception; one he was eternally grateful for. In his darkest moments he leaned on her and she never slouched or shuddered away. After Camille's death, had he not had that type of support, who knows where he would be right now.

For all he knew, had it not been for Erin, he never would have met Olivia.

So they decided to go to dinner, a small Chinese restaurant right around the corner from where Voight lived. The endeavor didn't last too long, but Voight never stopped smiling during the whole night. Stories of Camille's, Voight's and Erin's past filled the dinner table over Sweet n' Sour Chicken and white rice. And although every so often Voight would feel nostalgic towards the life he once had, as soon as he remembered he now had Olivia, he immediately felt better.

After fighting with Erin over who would pay the check which turned out to be a rather enticing endeavor as Erin reminded him he had a "rough day," proclaiming she "would cover it, no worries!" Hank headed home. As soon as he stepped inside of the house he kicked off his shoes, walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer.

"I deserve one" he thought to himself. He did, after all, have to relive hell. He then walked over to the couch and rolled on to it, grasping his head in the process.

"I can't believe that just happened," he thought to himself, "we finally got the bastard."

Although he could feel time passing as he laid on the couch, Hank didn't move for a few hours. It was only when he heard his cell phone ringing from the kitchen that he snapped out of his trance and stumbled into the kitchen.

"This is Voight," he grunted into the phone.

"Hey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" she uttered into the phone softly.

"Olivia. It's fine, you didn't wake me, I've just had a really long day - that's all."

"You wanna talk about it?" she responded, treading softly as she could tell he was an emotional wreck; a side she had never seen of him before.

"Yeah I'll skype you, just give me a few minutes, alright?"

"You got it. Take your time, I have a long night ahead of me at the office."

After 10 minutes and no call from Hank, Olivia started to worry. She knew about the toll this whole ordeal had taken on Voight, well at least the primitive details she had managed to scrounge up. She had enlisted the help of Fin and Amanda to call people at his office and figure out just what he was up to today, as he had told her nothing. Only after receiving a call from Erin earlier in the morning did she even realize that he would be testifying about his past wife in court today, and having never discussed the topic with him, she figured it wouldn't be worth pushing him. She trusted him enough to know that when he was ready to talk about it, he would do just that.

And so after waiting another 10 minutes she skyped him, despite knowing there was no way he was ready to talk. It was probably selfish of her, but she missed him, and though he was in a disheveled state she wanted to hear his voice. It was her touchstone, and she had missed the sweet, grumbly sound of it all day.

It was only when he picked up that she realized just how torn he was over what had happened.

What exactly had happened in that courtroom?

"Hank – how are you?" she whispered, reaching for her screen. She wished that there wasn't distance between them and that she could hold him, that she could reach for his face and softly cup that scruffy beard that was growing.

"I'm fine" he grumbled, never making eye contact with her. They both knew that upon eye contact he would completely break, and neither knew how to deal with such raw feelings at this point in their relationship.

She was hesitant to keep talking to him, but nonetheless she continued on.

"You know Erin called my office earlier today - she said that you had to testify in court today," she spoke softly.

"Yeah, yeah I did have to" he responded, staring off into the distance.

She hated how distant he was and how she could physically do nothing about it. It killed her that she couldn't be there for him when he needed it most, nor did she know how to snap him out of it.

"She said that it was a pretty rough trial and that it was a hard day for everyone….." she continued.

"That's a bit of an understatement" he chuckled softly, finally turning to face her.

She wasn't sure what she noticed first; maybe it was the redness under his eyes, the dried tears on his cheeks or his overall tired façade. It was a side of him that she never thought she would see, he was Hank Voight for crying out loud. The macho man she had fallen in love with was showing more colors than a rainbow after the darkest storm.

They both sat there for a few minutes in silence, taking each other in. There was no need for any words to be conversed; each knew what the other was thinking.

This was certainly not how Olivia had imagined this conversation going.

It was Hank who finally spoke first, first reaching for a tissue before explaining just what had happened that day.

"Before I met you I was married to someone named Camille, and I thought she was the love of my life. I thought we would grow old together, and when she was taken from me I never thought I would love again. There are those people you meet in life that you know you're destined to spend eternity with, and I was convinced she was the one for me."

He paused for a minute, glancing up to look at Olivia. Sheer love swept over him, as she was looking at him with the most devout look he had ever seen from her. He continued on, staring back off into the distance.

"She was proclaimed to have cancer, and I took her to see a doctor who swore he could help. I really don't want to get into the details now, but long story short he promised he could help her, and so we began treatment. And it's clear what happened, but my God she sure fought like hell Olivia. She had cancer and she was the bravest, most determined soul I had ever seen. But time ran it's course, as it seems to always do, and she passed away."

"I'm so sorry Hank," Olivia whispered, a bit teary eyed herself. "She sounds like she was a wonderful woman."

"She truly was something else," he responded. "But nonetheless it later came to my knowledge that this doctor had a record of giving treatment to patients who falsely were accused of having cancer. That doctor, that son of a bitch, he gave chemo treatment to over 40 patients who didn't even have cancer. He killed that many people, just for a simple pay out. Can you believe that?" he grunted.

"That's terrible, I'm so sorry Hank" she responded.

"The only good thing that came out of it is now that bastard's behind bars for good. Ya know, he had the nerve to tell me that Camille wasn't like the others. Who does that? What kind of sick mind?"

"Well working in the divisions we do, and after what we've seen, I'm surprised you're asking that question," Olivia responded, giving him a small smile.

"I'm glad you put him away Hank, and I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"It's okay Liv. I'm a better man because of all that happened, but I appreciate you for listening to all of this."

"Of course Hank, you know I'm here for you" she responded.

A few moments of silence passed between them before any more words were spoken.

"I miss you Hank" Olivia whispered, barely audible. "I miss you a lot."

"I miss you too Liv," he responded, "but I'll see you next weekend, alright?"

"I look forward to it" she responded, feeling happy at the though of being in his arms again. She felt safe when she was with him, she felt like she was at home.

"Well tell little Noah there Daddy says hello alright," he grinned.

"Oh and Liv, before you go, there's one other thing."

"Yeah?" she asked, already knowing what was coming next.

"I love you Olivia Benson" he whispered.

"I love you too Hank."

I don't own any of the characters; all mistakes are mine!