A/N: Alright everyone, this is my first longer work so please read and review! It's based off of "Her Negotiation" which I know everyone is doing, but here's my spin! Enjoy!

He knew something was wrong. He could just sense it. At first he figured it was because she was tired. He hadn't seen her in a week and a half. He had just gotten to work and still had another eight hours before he saw her, he was already counting down the minutes.

She had called him while she was driving home and he was driving in. He answered on the first ring.

"Hey Liv, you done with work for the day?" he asked.

"Yeah," she breathed, "I've got the next two days off…Cragen's orders."

Brian laughed, "He knows what's best for you, Baby. Believe it or not."

"I know," she said. She was only a couple blocks from her apartment. "I can't wait to lay in my bed. God, I'm so tired."

"I'm sorry," he said sadly. "You almost home?"

"Yeah, I'll be pulling into my parking garage in about a minute," she said.

"You want me to let you go?" he asked.

"No," she answered. "I want you to stay on the line with me until I'm at my apartment. Us talking is the only thing keeping me awake."

He was quiet for a minute; he hated how hard she worked all the time. He then chuckled a little, "I'm sitting in the parking lot at work, but I'm a little early. So I can stay on with you."

She sighed contently. "Thanks, Babe. I'm actually right outside my door now. You wanna come over tonight after work? I'll be sleeping most likely, but I'd like to wake up with you tomorrow," she smiled.

"Yeah, Baby," Brian smiled, "I'll come right from work." Olivia had given Brian her key a couple months ago. He was really excited when she gave it to him, although he didn't show it entirely. He loved that she trusted him enough to give him the key to her home, her most sacred place.

"Alright," she said, breaking him out of his thoughts. "I'll see you in the morning then," she smiled.

He could hear her smile over the phone. "I'll see you later, Liv. Love you."

"I love you, too, Baby," she said and hung up.

Brian was so happy when he had hung up, but once he got to work, he felt a little funny. He couldn't shake that something was wrong. He sensed trouble, but he just figured it was because he knew Olivia was so tired. He worried she was working too hard. He couldn't wait to be sleeping next to her again for the first time in a week.

"Hey Loverboy! Why don't you get your head out of your girl's crotch and pay attention, huh?"

"Ah, fuck you, Greg," Brian said, only half joking.

Greg, one of Brian's best friends at work, was pretty much cut from the same cloth Brian was. He was middle aged, unmarried, and riding out the system to get his 20. They were practically two peas in a pod. Where one went, the other wasn't too far behind. If they weren't working the night shift at the Bronx Courthouse they would've been partners in any unit.

"Awe, did I hurt your feelings? You'll get over it," he laughed.

"Whatever man, I haven't seen my lady in over a week, alright? She works too hard and would never admit it," Brian said sadly.

"Wait, you seem really upset about this. I'm sorry, man. I didn't know," Greg said sincerely.

"I just worry about her. I've had this funny feeling in my gut since I got off the phone with her, something's not right," Brian said seriously.

"Try calling her back?" Greg suggested.

"Nah, she's exhausted. I don't want to wake her up, she probably just fell asleep by now," Brian said, running his hand through his hair.

Little did either man know that Olivia was headed to her bed, but not to sleep…

She smiled as she unlocked her door. Brian would be coming over later and she couldn't wait to have him wrapped around her when she woke up in the morning. Despite her fatigue she almost wanted to stay up and wait for him.

She walked further into her apartment and set down her groceries, keys, and phone. Then she heard it, she wasn't quite sure what it was but it was an unfamiliar sound. "Hello?" she called out. She walked further into her darkened apartment. She was so tired she didn't even think someone would actually be there and before she knew it, a gun was being held to her head at point blank range.

"Welcome home, Detective Benson," he sneered. William Lewis smiled his perfectly straight smile, his eyes grew wide with anticipation of what he was planning to do to her.

"Oh my God," she thought, "How did he get in here? Why is he here? What does he want from me?" She had a million thoughts a minute and then it hit her, "No one will know. Cragen gave me two whole days off. This monster gets me to himself for two whole days."

He ran his gun along her jawline and then buried it into her neck. He grabbed her arm and forced her into the bedroom. He threw her on the bed while he stood at the end of it getting his rope ready. Her sheets still smelled of Brian. She gasped, "Brian," she thought, "I can't let Brian come here. Lewis will kill him as soon as he walks in." She looked around and realized she left her phone on her kitchen counter.

Lewis was still distracted with his rope; he was going to tie her up just like Alice. Olivia took this as an opportunity and kicked him right in the crotch. He doubled over in pain and she shot out into the kitchen. She picked up her phone about ready to text Brian when he walked back into the kitchen, gun aimed. She grabbed the first thing she saw, a frying pan she left out to dry on the dish rack. Lewis laughed, "Sweetheart, you really think that's going to save you?"

Olivia stood her ground, he took a step closer to her, "Do you really think it's a good idea to attack a Detective in her own home?" she snapped back. She held the frying pan up, ready to strike when the time was right.

"You really think you're that great of a Detective?" he asked stepping even closer to her, "I got away. I always get away. If you were that good, you wouldn't be in this situation would you?"

"If you were really that sly you wouldn't get near me so I could do this-" Olivia said as she whacked Lewis in his gun holding hand causing the pistol to hit the floor and skid into her living room. They looked at each other, Olivia was surprised, he didn't even show he was in pain. They both looked at the gun on the floor and dove. Olivia hit the ground first but was just out of reach of the gun. Lewis laughed and stepped right on her hand and grabbed the gun for himself. She cried out in agony and then used her other hand to grab hold of his ankle and yank him down, causing the gun to go flying again.

"I just need to get that gun," she thought. She got up and ran over to where it was, and picked it up. Just as she was about to stand up, Lewis grabbed one of her candle stands and knocked her in the head with it, knocking her out cold.

He sighed, "Sweetheart, don't quit your day job, not that you're even that good at it anyway."

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