I'm back with a new story! I know I have some updates to do but this has been rolling around in my head for almost a week and was begging to be written. Also, if this doesn't seem to make sense, I apologize. I'm on some pain medication and it's left me a little loopy, though the majority of this was written when I was mostly lucid, I'm afraid the medication may still have a little bit of an effect.

Amanda Rollins was sitting on her couch trying to put everything out of her mind from the past few days, trying to force her concentration into the latest edition of People magazine. But her mind kept drifting to her Sergeant, and the past couple days. She was pulled from her thoughts, startled, by a knock at the door. She looked at her phone, it was a little after 10PM.

She stood up and pulled hersweater tighter around her body, her legs exposed in the chilled April evening. "Who is it!?" She called, slightly on edge.

"Amaro," she heard him say, exhausted.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the door and took in his haggard appearance. The past couple days had been hard for all of them. She opened the door wider and let him step in.

"I'm not interrupting anything?"

"It's a much needed interruption. Trying not to think," Amanda said, looking at the floor. "How is she?"

"She's in shock, she's shutting everyone out, pretty much forced Fin and I out when we brought her home."

"Can you blame her? Son of a bitch shot himself in close enough range she got his brain matter all over herself."

"You think he definitely shot himself?"

"Look, William Lewis was a sadistic son of a bitch, but he was no dummy. He planned this. He knew when they started playing that game, either that bullet was going to go in her head, and then he'd use her gun and put one in his, or if that didn't happen, he'd force the image of the bullet going into his head into her mind. Either way he wasn't walking out of that granary alive."

"I never should have taken my eyes off her."

"Come on, Nick. Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Blame yourself for what that son of a bitch to Liv." Amanda took a deep breath. "It'll only drive you crazy... Trust me. I spent the better part of a year blaming myself."

"Why?"

"Why? Really? I'm the one who brought him into the precinct. I'm the one who called y'all in on our day off. I should have interrogated him. It should have been me he set his sights on, became obsessed with. I should have been the one he tortured for four days. Not her!" Amanda snapped and hung her head fighting her tears. "She's too good a cop... Too good a person." She shook her head. "She didn't deserve that."

Nick stepped closer to her and gently touched her shoulder. "You wouldn't have deserved it anymore than she did, Amanda. You're a damn good cop... And an even better person."

She scoffed. "Please. Because good people throw another person's assault in their face, throw the fact that they're getting help dealing with it in their face."

"You were on edge that week. We all were. We all said things we didn't mean."

"Hardly makes it right," she said softly, wrapping her arms around herself.

Nick lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "What he did to her is on him. Nobody else."

Amanda smiled softly and looked into his eyes, his hand dropping from her face. "Take your own advice. Will you?"

They stood looking at each other, the exhaustion written all over their faces. "It's late. I should go, let you get some sleep." He turned to leave.

Amanda reached her arm out, gently grabbing his forearm, stopping him. "S-stay?" She asked softly. "I don't... I don't want to be alone tonight." She paused and then looked into his eyes, raising an eyebrow. "And I don't think you want to be either."

Nick stepped closer to her, looking into her eyes and he took her in his arms. "I'm here," he whispered, holding her body close to his.

Amanda closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Thank you. For staying." She pulled back and looked at him. "How 'bout we get some sleep?"

Nick smiled and nodded. "I'll take the couch."

Amanda rolled her eyes jokingly, as smirk on her face. "Come on Nick, we're both adults, we're friends. We can share a bed for one night, take comfort in the closeness of a friend after a rough couple days."

Nick looked at her. "Amanda I-"

"What? Talk to me."

"Amanda, you are stunningly beautiful, and I don't know if I can control myself. I just know how badly I want to kiss you, and hold you."

Amanda couldn't breathe for a moment, and she bit her bottom lip, a small smile forming on her lips. "What's stopping you?"

"What? Amanda we work together..."

"So? One night to just forget... We worry about the consequences tomorrow." She felt her heart pounding. "Just one night."

Nick let out a shaky breath and caressed her face. Amanda closed her eyes, her lips parting. His thumb moved across her lower lip before bringing their lips together gently. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes and smiled. They wrapped their arms around each other and their lips met again in a passionate kiss.

Nick gripped her ass in his hands and she let out a small groan, he pulled her closer and she jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked her until her back hit a wall. Amanda broke the kiss and moaned, looking down at him, burying her head in his neck, gently biting on the skin.

Nick groaned, noticing her sweater sliding off her shoulder, he kissed along her collarbone and she moaned. "Nicky" she whispered in his ear.

"Where?" Was all he could manage to get out of his mouth, her lips, her breath, driving him absolutely wild.

"Through the living room" she whispered, directing him into her bedroom, neither of them could leave the other alone. They needed to touch, kiss, everywhere they could.

He walked her to the bed and set her down. She shrugged out of her sweater, leaving her in her cami and short shorts she typically wore go bed. She looked up at him and bit her bottom lip. "I want you," she whispered.

Nick grinned and pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "God, you're beautiful."

Amanda was panting. She needed him. She pulled his shirt over his head and ran her hands over his chest. "Enough talking. Just kiss me," she said in an impassioned whisper.

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It was 2 AM now. Amanda's head was on Nick's chest as they slept. She felt Nick move and she tightened her grip on him, letting out a soft groan. "What's wrong?"

"I should-"

Amanda cut him off. "Sleep. Think in the morning. It's too late," she whispered and looked up at him and smiled. "Just... Stay the rest of the night. I haven't slept this well in a long time."

"Yeah," he whispered. "Yeah me either." He gently stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

She nuzzled back into him, wrapping herself further around him and fell back to sleep, with Nick not far behind her.

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