Olivia sat in a bar one night after she just downed her second shot. She had just lost a very hard case and the defenses lawyer, Trevor Langan, didn't help at all. As her mind began to race a thousand miles per hour, a voice distracted her.
"Benson."
She turned to her right to find a pair of nice blue green eyes staring her back. Hell, they were beautiful, but they were also the last ones she wanted to see. She downed another shot, ignoring him. He looked at the 3 shot glasses in front of her.
"Don't you think you should slow down a bit, considering your role?" He asked a bit concerned.
She scoffed. "I think I know how to hold my liquor, now, get the hell away from me."
"You're angry, aren't you?"
"Oh no, I'm overjoyed that you let a brutal rapist back on the street. How about we throw a party?"
He smiled at her obvious sarcasm. "What time?"
She glared at him. "What the hell is it? It's bad enough I have to see you at work, now you ruin my personal time too?"
"You're not angry that you lost, are you?"
"Of course I am, but you didn't come here to make small talk, so what is it?"
"Olivia, I-"
Her phone rang, interrupting his sentence. She pulled it out of her back pocket.
"Benson." She answered.
Trevor could hear the distant voices over the phone.
"Did you give him his-?
More chatter. Olivia sighed.
"Tell him Mommy will be there soon." She said. She hung up her phone and started to get up. He looked at her.
"Everything all right?"
"Fine, now what ever you need to say, hurry up and say it."
"Olivia, it's about Noah." He said in a hushed tone.
Olivia shot him the most deadly glare ever. "What the hell about him?"
"I-I want to become part of his life." He stammered out in fear of her reaction.
Of course, she was pissed. "Have you lost your ever-loving mind? Why?"
"Because I've realized what a selfish cold-hearted son of a bitch I was."
"And it took you 3 fucking years to realize it?"
"No, two, I just never had the balls to face it."
"Just like you didn't have the balls to take up responsibility. Wow, do you have any balls at all?"
"Ha, very funny. But I'm serious. I'm tired of not knowing him. I want him to know me."
She ran her fingers through her hair. "I don't know, you seemed a whole hell of a lot different 3 years ago, what changed."
"I changed."
"You're still the arrogant, half-cocked attorney I don't like."
"Who has now realized how much he hurt you. He honestly wants to ask for forgiveness, but doesn't know how. He also wants a certain person to understand that he's matured and ready to own up to his responsibility and be the greatest father he could hope to be." He said expressing is true feelings. "And that he's sorry."
Olivia was shell-shocked. She had no idea what to say and after that speech, it'll be hard to argue with him. She always hated the fact that he left her, she just never thought he's come back. Her phone vibrated on her hip, thankfully disturbing the tense air.
"I uh, I have to go." She said standing up. She was almost to the door when she felt a light grasp on her shoulder.
"Olivia wait."
"Trevor, just leave us the hell alone."
"Could you at least think about it? If not for me, for our son."
"No."
"Please."
"I don't know." She said quietly putting her hand on the door.
"Don't do this. I know you don't want him to grow up without a father. Do you want him to go through that?"
"Who said he would?"
Right now...his mother."
She knew deep, deep down inside that he was right. "Okay, I'll uh, I'll think about it."
"One more thing?" He asked.
She turned around and faced him slightly, feeling her eyes weld up with tears.
"If you don't want me to, I understand but, could I at least know what he looks like?"
A tear ran down her face. She went in her purse and pulled out a recent photo of a small boy. He looked at it and smiled. Before he could say thank you, she left. He looked at the picture of the boy. He had long curly brown hair, her identical caramel skin, but, his blue green eyes. He flipped the portrait over and read aloud to himself:
"Noah Grey Levi Benson." He said. "He's beautiful. Thank..." He looked up to find that she had already left. He put the picture in his wallet and left.
