Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, I do not own Law & Order: SVU.

Chapter One

Olivia Benson stormed out of the bar, wincing at the cold, December air. She left her jacket inside, and was too pissed to even grab it. The light snow fell against her hair as she ran as fast as she could down the streets, not knowing where she's going, not really caring. Her boots slammed against the sidewalk, pressing into the bottom of her foot.

Her asshole of a partner decided he would bring down her mood and ruin a perfectly good night with his cocky remarks.

Stupid son of a bitch.

She slipped into another bar a few blocks away from the one she left. She took a seat at the bar, smiling at the bartender. He slid a beer in her direction and leaned in closer. "This one's on the house." He winked.

He was not an attractive man, but after a few more beers, he would be. "Thanks,"

She took a swig, This one's for you, Elliot.

She took another, This one's for the men I apparently never get.

And another, And of course, one for my smug partner.

Oh, shit. I already did one for him.

Before she knew it, she had downed four beers and a shot of whiskey. She stumbled off the bar stool and made her way to the bathroom. After falling into the toilet, she stood in front of the mirror. "It's no wonder Elliot thinks he can tell you whatever the fuck he wants. Look at you, you're a wreck."

She splashed cold water on her face, and left the bar. She got to her apartment, and scoffed at her partner, who was sitting on the steps of her building. "Fuck you," she slurred.

"Olivia-" He began.

"Fuck you!" She tried to pass him, but he stuck his arms out, blocking her from leaving. "Let me go,"

He put his face inches away from hers. She shuddered at his breath on her, "Not until you talk to me."

She didn't want to talk to him ever again. She didn't want to see him, hear his name, think about him. She wanted him to completely disappear from her life. "I don't want to."

He grabbed her wrist, "You're a mess, Olivia. You're drunk off your ass."

"Fuck you, I'm capable of taking care of myself, now move!" She pushed passed him, only getting up two steps, before he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

Fuck his reflexes. Fuck his insanely hot strength. Fuck him. Psh, in your dreams, Benson.

"Let me go," She demanded. "Before I call the police."

"I am the police, Olivia, in case you forgot." He smirked.

She stared at him, losing herself in his eyes. Completely forgetting everything she was about to say to him. She didn't hate him, as a matter of fact, she loved him. No! Snap out of it, Olivia. You don't love him, you hate him.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Elliot. I mean it." She spat. She wanted to punch him. Shove him down the stairs. Her mind wandered to the bar, replaying every single moment of it.

Olivia sat across from Elliot, in a booth in the back of the bar. The dimly lit building had people in every inch of it. The jukebox played a song that Olivia couldn't help but lip sync along to.

See the stone set in your eyes

See the thorn twist in your side

I wait for you

Elliot smiled at the silent singing of his partner, "You a big U2 fan?"

Olivia shrugged, "I wouldn't say big, but yeah, a fan."

"I used to roll around in my 1975 Corvette with hot girls and blast this song. I'd sing it, very off-key to whichever girl I drove around that day." Elliot smirked.

"1975 Corvette, huh?" Olivia smirked. "How many girls did you 'drive around'?"

"Oh, at least 6 a week." Elliot smiled.

"At least?" Olivia cocked her eyebrow.

"Give or take." He shrugged, smiling.

Olivia caught the attention of a guy in the corner of the bar. He smiled at her as he approached the table. "Hi,"

She grinned, "Hello."

"I'm Jason," He stuck out his hand. "And you are?"

"Olivia," She shook his hand. Her hand tingled from the sensation of his larger hand gripping her smaller one.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are very beautiful." Jason smiled. His green eyes locked with her brown eyes.

Olivia giggled. "Thank you,"

"Are you two," he motioned between Olivia and Elliot. "together?"

Olivia shook her head, "Nope. Just friends."

Just friends. Those words pierced his heart. "Hey, get lost pal." Elliot interjected.

"El!" Olivia shouted.

"I think that's for Olivia to decide." Jason replied.

Elliot stood up from his seat and grabbed Jason by the collar of his shirt. "Get the fuck out of here, before I pound your face in."

Jason smoothed out his shirt and glared at Elliot. "Sorry, Olivia."

Olivia stood up and followed Jason, "Hey, you don't have to leave."

Jason turned around, "Your friend doesn't think I should stay."

"Why the fuck do you care what Elliot thinks? He's nobody." Olivia said, loud enough for Elliot to hear.

Elliot grabbed Olivia's arm and led her back to the booth. He threw her down on the seat, and sat beside her, locking her between the wall and his body. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"What's my problem? What's your problem? Parading your happy little ass around this bar like some kind of whore. For Christ's sake Olivia, you're old enough to be that kid's mother!" Elliot shouted.

Olivia scoffed. First, he cock blocks, then he calls her old? Fuck that. "Just because your fucking love life has gone down the fucking toilet, doesn't mean you can destroy everyone else's!"

Kathy and him had been having problems. They haven't even brought up the word divorce, but everyone saw it coming. "My love life? Please, Olivia, you never fucking have anyone! You never have, and you never fucking will." He didn't mean to say that. Fuck. He sighed, "Olivia, I'm so sorr-"

She put her hand up. "Save it Elliot. Let me the fuck out, I wanna leave."

"Olivia,"

"Let me out!" She shouted.

Her voice pierced his ears, causing them to ring. "Liv,"

"Don't," Olivia stuck her finger in the air. "call me that."

She slid under the booth, exiting from underneath the table since her dick of a partner wouldn't let her out. She walked outside, ignoring her partner yelling her name.

"Can you please let me explain?" Elliot asked.

Olivia's eyes filled with tears. She kept her head down, not willing to let Elliot know he made her cry. "No,"

"Olivia," he sighed. "I am so, so, so, so sorry. You have to believe me."

"I don't want to, now, please let me upstairs." Olivia said.

"Olivia, I didn't mean to upset you, please, let me explain myself. I just," he paused. "I got so mad. Not at you, at myself. Everything you said was true. Kathy and I do have a fucked up relationship, you're right."

Olivia remained silent, staring at her shoes while he spoke. She didn't really care what he had to say, there was no way in hell she was going to forgive him.

"I was wrong, saying what I said. I'm sorry." He said.

Olivia picked her head up, then put it back down. She hesitated, then looked at him. "Sorry isn't good enough."

She managed to make her way completely passed him and locked herself in her apartment. She pulled her comforter over her head and bawled her eyes out. He was right; she didn't have anyone. Her mother's dead, her rapist father is dead, she rarely ever talked to her brother, the baby Gladys Dalton left her died, Vivian Arliss took Calvin, and now, she hated her partner; the only person she had left.

This chapter was a bit short, I'm aware, but I wasn't really sure where to go with it. Let me know if I should continue; be gentle with the reviews, this is my first story.

xo,

Brie.