A/N: Okay, this is the beginning of "Music to My Ears", a collection of songfics. Just think of it as

a FanFiction radio station. ;D

Disclaimer: Please, if I owned this, I'd be pretty cool. And rich. And rolling in a limo. But I don't. D: I also don't own "Vanilla Twilight", by Owl City.

I miss Olivia Benson. Those are two words I thought I would never have to think or say out loud. I thought I'd be mad if she ran away again. But I'm not. I miss her. I wish she'd call or write...I just want to know that she's safe. And happy. If that woman is happy, I'll die a happy man.

Right now, I'm driving home to an empty apartment. It's strange how the absence of one person can change that. It wasn't empty when she was around, keeping me company. I look up into the clear sky. Not a single cloud is hiding the beautiful stars. She reminds me of a star. I pull into the driveway and plop myself onto my bed straight away.

As stars lean down to kiss you

And I lie awake and miss you

Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly

But I'll miss your arms around me

I'd send a postcard to you dear,

'Cause I wish you were here

I'd send a postcard to her if I knew where she was. If only, if only. I really do wish she was here, with me now, laughing. She's so beautiful when she laughs. Olivia doesn't get to laugh at work, where she sees the seriousness of the crimes we deal with. She laughs with me, not with whoever she's with now.

I can see her now, yelling with some random person. Olivia's probably ready to punch them in the face. I chuckle. She doesn't take any crap, from anyone. That's another thing I love about her. It's quite a long list. I sigh and look out the window, still thinking about her.

I'll watch the night turn light blue,

But it's not the same without you,

Because it takes two to whisper quietly

The silence isn't so bad,

'Til I look at my hands and feel sad

'Cause the spaces between my fingers

Are right where yours fit perfectly

I miss the time we used to spend together. We'd sit together outside, watching the night sky transform before our very eyes. Sometimes, we'd even hold hands. Not romantically, but to show that we were there for each other. But I wasn't there enough, and she went away. I can't say I don't blame her; I've been driving everyone away recently. I walk outside to the steps.

I'll find the pose in your ways

For I haven't slept in two days

'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

But drenched in vanilla twilight,

I'll sit on the front porch all night

Waist deep in thought because when I think of you,

I don't feel so alone

I smile. I don't feel so alone anymore. If I know Olivia like I think I do, she's probably awake, thinking about New York, and everything in it. That means me, too. I move back to the bed and lay down, still looking at the beautiful sky. I know that she'll be back.

I don't feel so alone

I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink,

I'll think of you tonight

I'll think of you tonight

I know she'll be back. It's who she is. She came back after Gitano and Computer Crimes. This is just a small bump in the course that is our partnership. I know it is. I pull the covers over my body and shut my eyes.

When violet eyes can fire

And heavy wings grow lighter

I'll taste the sky and feel alive again

And I'll forget the world that I knew

But I swear I won't forget you

Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past

I'd whisper in your ear,

All I'd have to do to feel alive again is think of Olivia. She's the reason I still get up in the morning, even if she's not in the city, or state, for that matter. I'd never forget the great Olivia Benson. I couldn't. It's not possible.

If I could go back to before this ever happened, I would say two things. I would tell her how I feel about her and I would tell her not to run away. Ever.

"Goodnight, sweet Olivia. I love you." Just saying it out loud makes me feel better.

"Oh, darling, I wish you were here"

A/N: -sniffle- How sweet. Like I said before, this will be a series of songfics. Just leave the title, artist, and couple. Ya know what? It doesn't even have to be a couple. It could be the whole squad. Or a person, like this one. But nothing over PG-13. I'm just a kid. :] Let me know.

Peace and Stripes,