"Rollins," Olivia called as she exited her office to find Amanda and Fin as the only two detectives left in the squad room that night. Amaro had left earlier, so he could get a good night's sleep before catching the train to DC the next morning. Olivia was glad he and Maria were working it out, but that left Fin and Amanda to pick up after his work. She watched Amanda dig her head out of stacks of paperwork. Now was not the time or place to have this conversation with the blonde, but here she couldn't run away. Fin checked his watch and let out a long yawn,
He stood at the same Amanda did. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." Both women of SVU said goodbye.
Amanda turned back around to where Olivia was standing. She did not give Liv anytime to say anything as she headed back to her desk to gather her things. She knew what Olivia wanted to talk about, but it wasn't going to happen. The blonde thought they agreed not to talk about it, but apparently she was wrong. She had already jeopardized things—if not make things awkward between the two, she didn't want to say anything that would make it even worse.
"Amanda, wait a second." Benson reached her hand out to grab hold of Amanda's arm. Amanda saw the action coming and quickly pulled away.
"We agreed not to talk about it." The younger woman said in a harsh whisper.
Liv sighed. "You're right, we did."
"We weren't in our normal minds, okay? What happened; happened. It's over." Amanda lied. She wasn't drunk that night, as Benson thought she was. Her goal was not to be as mean about it as she was.
"Fine," She set her hands to her sides. "It won't happen again." In reality, she was hurting on the inside knowing Amanda didn't want to talk about what happened. The seasoned detective wasn't exactly sure how to let her know that was more than a one night stand to her; and honestly, she didn't thinks she ever could.
Rollins shook her head and gathered her coat. Heading out the door, she said a quiet goodbye. Sighing as her feet hit the outside snow covered pavement, memories of that night flooded in.
They would both get over it, or so she thought.
A few days later at the precinct, Olivia and Fin was the first people to arrive at the precinct. Fin cracked a joke about being there before Olivia. They sat down at Fin's desk as they waited for everyone else to arrive, or a call.
"Liv, can I ask you a question?" Tutuola said out of the blue.
Benson looked at her long-time friend in confusion. "What is it?"
"What's going on with you and Rollins?"
Olivia's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" Fin sighed.
"Somethin' is up, and I know it. There is like this silent tension between you two."
"Fin, I don't know what—"Thankfully, Olivia was cut off by the desk phone ringing. She glanced as Fin answered it, and prayed it wasn't another case; seeing as how they were already swamped. During the call, Amanda and a few other detectives and officers entered the building. When, Fin hung about, Olivia asked what the call was about.
"Warner says she wants us to come down to the morgue, asap." Tutuola answered.
"I can go." Rollins volunteered, avoiding any possible eye contact with her boss.
Benson brushed it off and stood up. "Okay. Fin, go with. I'll see what I can get about the Daxton case from Johnson." And Olivia headed towards another group of detectives.
Fin and Amanda arrived at the coroner's office confused to find a young woman looking through a microscope. Her skin tone was a few shades lighter than Melinda and she wore a similar lab coat, so she easily fooled the two detectives at first sight. Fin looked around the office for Warner, with no luck while Amanda's eyes where scoping the unidentified woman.
"Excuse me," Fin said to the woman. She looked up at the two a confused line upon her face matching the two other bodies in the room.
She stood from her stool as she removed her gloves. Her eyes flashed between Amanda and Fin. "How may I help you?" The detective's did not get to answer as Melinda quickly emerged from the back.
Warner smiled. "I see you've met our newest addition."
Fin smirked in return. "Barely,"
"So who is this, Warner?" Amanda spoke up.
Warner placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "This is Doctor Jessica Avana. She transferred her from L.A a few days ago. "The older woman smiled. "One of the best we've got and she's just got her."
Amanda watched a light blush spread across Jessica's face. The act made Amanda smile eternally, but she quickly shook it out her head.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jessica." Fin said, sticking his hand out to the woman. She shook it in return and said a farewell to the detectives before heading back to her work. Fin noticed Amanda paying particular attention to Jessica, and made a note to tease her about it later. Turning back to Melinda, Fin cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I managed to get DNA off of your victim; whoever raped her was a lone Caucasian male." Melinda walked over to the body, of who they thought was Erin Christians. Her face was cut and bruised badly, almost to the point of no recognition.
Amanda shook her head. "Are you sure? 'Cause we've got eye witnesses that say there were three men fleeing from the scene." She knew it was wrong to doubt the M.E, but they were just as fallible as the detectives.
Fin looked at his stubborn partner. "She's just stating the facts, Amanda."
"It's possible the other two attackers wore condoms, or they didn't touch her." stated Warner. She then left the detective's to figure out the case as she went to go examine another body.
The two detectives exited the coroner's office, feeling as if they even less about the case then when they started.
"So it couldn't be her step-father then? " Amanda said aloud. Everyone in Erin's family was either Black or Latino. That did not help them very much. Her parents were devastated to hear what had happened. Erin was attending Harvard Pre-Law, and only came to New York to visit her family for the weekend. She never made it.
"Maybe someone she met at Harvard?" Fin replied taking a long sip from his coffee.
"Possibly," Amanda said quietly and they walked in silence for a while.
"I saw the way you were eyeing up the new M.E." Fin smirked. They were almost back at the precinct by this point. He was the only person in the precinct that knew she was gay, aside from Captain Cragen. She had confessed to him after the incident with Fin's son-in-law, Alejandro.
Rollins stared at him, trying to hide her own blush. "I don't know what you're talking abo, Fin."
"Yes, you do." Fin laughed. "You've got the hots for Dr. Avana."
"I do not!" The blonde groaned audibly.
Tutuola was about to respond 'yes you do.' But they reached the precinct and were immediately covered in other detectives and officers. They made their way over to their desks, only to find Benson in her office and Munch and Nick gone. The older detective sat down at his desk, and Amanda did the same. They worked on paperwork and other minor cases for a while until a lead came up. When one did, Fin decided to take it, leaving Amanda in the empty precinct, Olivia still in her office. She tried not to think of it like that, but it was kind of hard not to.
A few hours later, and she learned that Nick and Munch had headed out to Massachusetts to find out more about Erin and her professors. She and Fin took turns taking leads, so they could each get some of their building up paperwork out of the way. Olivia checked in on them a few times, to make sure things were still running smoothly. Fin noticed the lack of eye contact between the two women once more. He decided to stay out of it, that whatever was going on wasn't his business. At one point however, the younger detective was once again found herself in the squad room alone with Benson. She pushed it out her mind and stayed focused on work.
Once she had thought she found something, she quickly headed to the Sargent's office to inform her of her findings. The blonde detective knocked eagerly on the half-open office door.
"Come in." she heard Olivia say softly. She was lucky her eagerness was covering her nervousness of being in the same airspace of her boss. Olivia placed her pen down on the desk.
"What can I do for you?" Having a talk with Amanda, professional or not, was something she didn't want to do, but judging from the look on Amanda's face, this would be professional—hopefully.
"I think I have a lead on the Christians case. We traced her credit cards and found that the last thing she bought was a coffee from an Ezra Café. I talked to one of worker's there and they said they saw someone watching her, it might not be solid but it beats anything else we've got."
Olivia nodded her head, moving her eyes away from Amanda's. "You're right. Uh, you and Fin can follow up in the morning." She turned back around to her desk, prepared to hopefully go back to work without Amanda on her mind.
Amanda felt like her heart drop at the pain in Olivia's eyes. She did not think things would be this bad and this awkward. "Olivia-"
"Goodnight, detective," The older woman said sternly without turning back around.
Amanda knew she'd regret it, but she let all the words from her mind flow out anyway. "I understand you are angry, and I understand that you're hurt. But you can't possibly imagine how I'm feeling about all of this. If I could take back what happened that night, I would, but it's that simple Liv. I'm not enjoying the awkwardness between us. We both need to grow up and get over this—"
Before either detective were able to comprehend what happened, Olivia had Amanda pinned between her body and the desk. She mended their lips today. The brunette let all the desire and frustration from the past week pour out in that moment. She was so caught up in her craving for the athletic woman in front of her, that she barely noticed Amanda kissing her back. Benson's fingers found themselves in a tangled mesh of blonde hair, whilst she felt Amanda's strong grip on her hips. It was rough kiss that left both parties trying to catching breaths of air when it broke apart.
"You talk too much." Olivia stated half flatly, her heart pounding in her chest. She gave Amanda no time to answer as she quickly pressed their lips back together.
Should I continue? I apologize for any mistakes. English isn't my mother tongue.